I feed him another inch, watching his face the entire time. Kit moans softly, head falling back, his hands clutching desperately at my shoulders. His thighs tremble around me.
I fight every single instinct I have not to slam the rest of the way in. Instead, I rock forward gradually, sinking deeper and deeper, savouring the way his body opens up for me, inch by tight, burning inch.
When I’m finally buried to the hilt, I hold completely still, chest heaving as I press my forehead against his.
“Fuck… so tight,” I breathe against his skin. “You feel perfect.”
I start moving, slow, deep rolls of my hips, grinding up into him. Kit’s moans are soft and breathy at first, but the longer I fuck him like this, the louder he gets. I can feel him starting to chase it, trying to ride me.
My control slips. I grip his hips tighter and start thrusting up harder, faster, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Kit cries out, nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl, voice turning filthy. “Take my cock. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little hole you are.”
Kit sobs a moan, head thrown back, scar stark and beautiful in the lamplight. I can’t stop staring at him, ruined and desperate,mine.
Then, without warning, Kit’s hands grip my wrists, pushing my hands off his hips. I still instantly, confused.
“Stay still,” he whispers, voice shaky but firm.
He looks down at me with something new flickering in his eyes, confidence, hunger, a spark of power I’ve never seen from him before. I’m stunned silent. This is new; I’ve never given up control, not like this.
Kit bites his lip, then starts moving, slow rolls of his hips, fucking himself on my cock. A guttural groan rips out of my throat as he takes me deeper, grinding down in tight circles. My back arches slightly off the bed without my permission, a sharp hiss escaping through my teeth.
“Fuck… Kit…”
He doesn’t stop. He rides me with growing confidence, hands braced on my chest, using my body for his own pleasure. Every downward slide is tight and perfect. I grip the sheets instead of his hips, fighting the overwhelming urge to flip him over and pound into him.
My breathing is ragged. My abs are tight, thighs trembling beneath him. This feeling, surrendering control, letting him use me, is foreign and addictively intense. It’s making my head spin.
Kit watches me fall apart underneath him. The sight of him taking what he wants, gaining confidence with every roll of his hips, does something dangerous to me. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Then he reaches down between us, wraps his fingers around himself, swiping over the tip, collecting the slick pre-come. Without hesitation, he leans forward and pushes those wet fingers past my lips and onto my tongue.
I groan, shocked, loud, and filthy, the taste of him exploding in my mouth.
I moan around his fingers, voice wrecked. “I’m gonna come already…”
The words are barely out before I have to clench every muscle in my body to hold back. I need him to finish first; I refuse to come before he does. The restraint is brutal, my hips twitching with the effort not to thrust up and ruin his rhythm.
Kit looks down at me, eyes dark and proud, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. That look alone nearly undoes me.
Desperate for something to anchor myself, I reach up, grab the back of his neck, and pull his mouth down to my chest. I press his lips against my nipple. The moment his tongue flicks over it, he moans loudly, the vibration shooting straight through me. He sucks harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough. The sensation is shockingly intense, something I’ve never let anyone do before.
It finishes him off without warning. Kit cries out against my chest, his whole body seizing as he comes hard between us, painting my stomach and chest in hot, thick stripes. His hole clenches rhythmically around my cock, milking me with every pulse.
The second I feel him fall apart; I let go. I growl deep in my throat, grip his hips with both hands, and thrust up hard, chasing my own release. The orgasm hits me intensely, blinding, and longer than I’ve ever experienced. I come so hard my vision whites out for a second, flooding deep inside him in heavy, endless spurts.
Kit buries his face in my neck, still twitching around me. I wrap my arms around him, one hand stroking slowly up and down his back, the other cradling the back of his head.
“Kit,” I rasp, voice hoarse. “That was…”
I don’t even have the words.
Chapter Thirty-Four
~ Skinned Alive ~
Kit
