“Don’t try me,tesoro.”
I inched closer, my eyes just as hard as his. His hands came up between us and flattened on my chest. He pushed but my grip on his hips didn’t allow room for movement. I rolled my hips again and this time he couldn’t stop the groan. Taunting him with a smirk I know he hated, I dropped a hand between us and cupped his cock. It was fucking hard as stone.
“What’s this, Rayden?” I squeezed harder and he shuddered. “Still not interested?”
“Fuck you, Lorenzo,” he muttered yet shoved into my hand when I squeezed once more.
“What will it be, baby boy? Your ass or your mouth? Either way, I’m fucking you. Dec—”
His mouth crashing in on mine, cut off my words and I took it for everything he offered. The warm, silky sensation of his tongue licked the seam of my lips demanding entrance. I gave in for just a moment and opened my mouth. His tongue tangled with mine before he sucked hard pulling it deep into the heated cavern of his mouth. A guttural growl rumbled up from my chest. I enjoyed fucking women, yet the anticipation of fucking this boy superseded every arousal I’d ever endured and my body would never fight how fucking good he made me feel.
Still, I had to take back control. Breaking the kiss, I curled my fingers around his throat, pressing lightly and forced him down. His gaze on me, he resisted for just a beat before dropping to his knees. Just the sight of him, deep scowl and angry eyes, his mouth inches from my cock, had me wanting to fuck him hard and fast. I stayed my need, knowing it would be worth the wait.
“Take it out,” I demanded, expecting him to fight me.
And he did. “I fucking hate you,” he hissed.
I cocked a brow, keeping my expression hard. “But you know you want it, don’t you?” I wasn’t just testing his patience. I was testing to see if staying in my home had any effect on how he felt toward his father and his girlfriend. If he pushed me away, I knew he wasn’t over them. If he accepted me again, there was a minute chance, he was over them. Maybe he’d survive the shit he’d been through. I stroked a hand through his hair then cradled his cheek. “Walk away if you don’t, Rayden.”
Slowly, he unzipped my pants and when he yanked it together with my briefs to the floor, I had to bite back a moan as he licked his lips. Fisting my cock, I ran the purple head along the shape of his lips, the precum painting a glossy trail in its wake. I pulled back slightly, my eyes glued to the tip of his tongue as he sucked his lips then swallowed.
“Open up, baby boy,” I ordered. He opened his mouth. “Tongue out.” He stuck it out. “More.” As he did, I ran my cock over the smooth surface, his saliva coating the head when I pushed in a little. “Suck me.”
His lips closed around me with a soft moan. I balled my fists on the zing of pleasure skating down my spine, remembering the feel of his mouth the first time he’d sucked me. Innocent. Awkward. Fumbling. Yet so fucking beautiful. His groans tangling with the desire he unleashed with just his mouth alone.
Now, the feel of his mouth on me was exquisite like he knew exactly what to do to make me shudder. He rolled his lips in over his teeth and his afternoon stubble scraped at my sensitive skin, shooting tingles straight to my balls. I groaned and my lids slammed shut, losing myself to the wet sucking sounds of his mouth sliding up and down, blending with the gagging sound he made each time I pushed harder.
His teeth grazing the soft skin had me opening my eyes to find his gaze on me. “Still hate me, baby?”
Instead of an answer, he dropped his gaze and began sucking harder. My bottom lip clamped between my teeth, I gripped his hair tight and fucked his mouth. I loved the delicate feel of a woman’s mouth on my cock but there was just something about Rayden’s manly grip piqued by his angry aggression that had my balls surging with the need to come quickly. When my cock hit the back of his throat, he gagged, teary eyes meeting mine. I pulled back but he grabbed my ass cheeks to force me back in, sucking harder.
“Rayden.” I tried to stop him by pulling on his hair but he shoved my hand away.
Need sprinted down my spine and my legs shook, barely able to stay upright as my orgasm started from somewhere deep inside me, burning at a rapid-fire rate and blasting through my hold on sanity. Unsure what punishment he was inflicting on himself, I gave in and after that first spurt of cum, I fucked his mouth hard and fast until tears rolled down his cheeks. Cum slid out of his mouth and down his chin, still he didn’t let up, didn’t release his hold on my cheeks. That vision shot echoes of pleasure through me, stealing my breath in the process. Shaken, I thrust a few more times, relishing the feel of his swollen lips caressing my cock, the way he wrapped his tongue around the head and dipped into the slit.
“Fuck,” I roared
Rayden didn’t let go until my body stopped jerking. When he finally did, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and refused to meet my gaze. Grabbing his arms, I brought him up and into my embrace. He struggled for just a second then sagged against me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered into the top of his head, rubbing his back and giving him the silence he wanted.
After a while, he leaned back. “Fuck me, please,” he whispered.
“You sure?” I asked. He nodded. I pulled him in for a deep kiss, loving the taste of myself on him. “Bed,” I said when we broke apart. He walked away. Stepping out of my pants and briefs, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my shoulders before toeing off my shoes.
Rayden was standing next to the bed as I walked up and stood behind him. Sliding my hands around his waist and under the hem of his t-shirt, I pushed up until he slipped it off his head. My fingers dipped into the waistband of his sweats and slowly I dropped to my haunches taking it with to his ankles. I took a minute to admire his beautifully ripped body.
Running my hands up his calve muscles and inner thighs, I enjoyed the tickle of the fine hair on his skin. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the hard, muscular ass I’d be spreading in a moment. Gripping those firm cheeks, I dragged the tip of my tongue through the crease, from his perineum up to his opening. Using saliva as a lubricant and when he was nice and slick, I pushed a finger deep inside him.
“Fuck,” he grunted at the abrupt intrusion but pushed back on my finger. I pulled out and ran my tongue through the crease once, this time I followed with nipping the skin on his cheeks and he groaned, tightening his fists at his sides. “Jesus, old man,” he snapped and I punished him with another harder lick, this time circling his tight hole until his body spasmed under mouth
When I straightened, he leaned into me, his back to my chest and I circled his waist, letting my exploring fingers discover the hard planes and taut abs that made up his body. He hissed air through his teeth as I ran my tongue from his shoulder to his ear before nipping on the lobe. Using spit on my palm, I gripped his cock, stroking lightly. His hips jerked back, grazing my already stiffening cock. Taller and broader than him, I could look over his shoulder and watched as he flexed his hips to fuck my hand. Precum leaked from the slit which I caught with the pad of my thumb, adding to the friction.
“Please,” he was on the edge of panting.
I knew he wanted more pressure and when I didn’t give it to him, he covered my hand, forcing me to squeeze him harder. My free hand on his throat, I angled his head so I could claim his lips while rubbing my cock in the crease between his cheeks. Our kiss was hard, aggressive, a battle for control again.
“Fuck,” he cursed when I let go of his cock and broke the kiss.
