I push my pants and underwear down just enough to get my dick out, then spit in my hand. After crudely lathering my dick I slap the rest against Tek’s rim.
Gripping just below my cock head, I line myself up and fuck into him in one hard thrust until my balls smack against his ass.
Tek cries out, and his hand flies up to cover it.
He bites down on the heel of his palm.
I reach for his mouth, pushing his hand away to force my fingers inside and press against his tongue.
His rim pinches at me, pulsing around my shaft.
I feel him gasp against my palm as I dig towards his throat.
He gags, giving me what I need.
I pull out and spit again, too. With the new, thick, mixture I coat my dick and slicken Tek’s hole.
When I push in the second time, it’s smoother, but still tight.
Still perfect.
Still the best ass I’ve ever had.
Tek grinds back against me, taking every inch, hands clawing for purchase.
I grab his jaw, crane his head further to the side, and jam my fingers back between his lips.
He bites down hard, but it’s what I wanted.
I want to feel his teeth. His tongue.
I want to feel everything.
With my full weight bearing down on him, I reach my free hand under his arm to grip his shoulder from beneath to give myself the extra leverage I need to fuck into him properly with full force.
“How dare you say such dumb shit," I scold directly into his ear.
My hips buck, smacking against his ass; the air from his lungs forced out of him in low grunts.
“How dare you think I could just walk away from this,” I continue, punctuating the words with slower, deeper thrusts. “I only just got you… When I told you you were mine, I fucking meant it.”
A gravelly mewl rattles from inside him.
Dropping my hand from his mouth I wrap it around his throat, my spitty fingertips jumping with the intensity of the blood pumping through the veins in his neck.
With glossy, unfocused eyes, Tek blindly reaches back. I lean into his touch, allowing him to paw at my hair as the weight of my body consumes him, pushing him further and further into where he needs to be right now while I fuck him into the back seat of his truck.
The slap of skin.
The wet gasps for air.
The truck rocks on its suspension.
The leather seat creaks beneath us.
The both of us need this. It’s not pretty, and it was never going to last long.
I sink my teeth into the same spot in the crook of his neck and shoulder that I did the first time we were in this position, like I’m an alpha wolf branding their mate. It wasn’t planned, I’ve never been a biter, but ever since we first touched in the alley behindThe Black Cat I’ve been compelled to leave my mark on him. Deep, and lasting, I bite over the now permanently bruised flesh.
