“I’m not hearing you say no,” I growl in his ear. I can feel him trembling against me, but not in fear. No, Bennett wants this, I can tell. He’s not fighting me, he’s not telling me no, or to fuck off.
He wants me to fuck him. He wants my cock deep inside him.
The thought has something feral inside me snapping.
Reaching around him, I undo his jeans. Bennett’s breathing continues to come in heavy pants, but he does nothing to stop me.
Grabbing his jeans and boxers, I tug them down. I undo my jeans, just as rough to free my own cock, and then push myself against Bennett, nuzzling my cock between his ass cheeks. I groan, his warm skin feeling nice against mine. Bennett whimpers as I roll my hips, and fuck, the sound excites me.
This feels so wrong, yet so fucking right.
“Do you want this, Bennett? Do you want me to fill that tight little hole?”
“Fuck,” he moans, the first word from his mouth so far.
Wrapping one hand around his cock, the other around his throat, I squeeze. “I said, do you want me to stuff this tight little hole with my fat fucking cock?” I growl in his ear.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes please.”
My eyes close as I take in a deep breath, the sound of him begging for me to fuck him shifting everything inside me.
“Such a little slut.” I chuckle, letting him go and pushing him forward. He goes with a grunt, catching himself on the tree. I take a step back and part his ass cheeks, grinning as I go to take a peek at his asshole. Only, when I run my fingers along his crease, I pause when I feel something cold and hard.
“What is this?” I ask.
“I-it’s a butt plug,” he grunts as I twist it.
A butt plug? Why the hell would he be wearing this?
“You like to wear these for fun?”
“No.” Bennett groans as I push on it, forcing it to go a little deeper. “I wear them as prep.”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, we both still. Bennett curses, realizing what he just said.
“Prep,” I growl, anger creeping in. “Were you wearing this for Roland?” I ask, my voice a low warning. “Were you prepping yourself for him to fuck you tonight? Is that it?”
“It’s not like that.” He tries to turn around, but I shove him against the tree.
A shot of hurt and fury shoots through me. He was going to let Roland fuck him tonight. He was going to go home with him and have sex with him.
My chest starts to rise and fall. My jaw grinds together.
“Easton...”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, grabbing the butt plug and yanking it out of his ass. He lets out a grunt, his hands grasping the tree. “Don’t want all this prep to go to waste now, do we?” I chuckle, feeling more unhinged than I should. I know I shouldwalk away before I fuck this all up, before I do something I can’t take back.
But my pride, my anger, and that stabbing jealousy, that he wanted another man tonight, doesn’t allow it.
Spitting on my hand, I use it to lube up my cock the best I can and place the tip at his entrance. “You wanted to be fucked tonight, Bennett?” I growl in his ear, his body shaking beneath me. “Then let me do the fucking honors.”
I thrust forward roughly, making him take my whole cock in one go.
Bennett cries out as I let out a choked groan. I bite down hard on his shoulder, the pleasure of his tight, hot hole wrapped around my cock feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Easton.” The sound of my name broken on his lips has something inside me snapping.
With a feral growl, I start to fuck into him, my teeth still buried in his fucking shoulder.
