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I smiled down at him. “I know you won’t. You love this. You’ve been fucking begging for it.”
“I have not.”
“You got on your knees for me, ready to accept whatever I wanted to do.”
“I thought you would….”
“Hurt you? Spank you? Tear you open? This hurts so much worse, doesn’t it? Me forcing you to show me badly you need me.”
“Fuck. Matteo, I?—”
I pressed a finger to his lips. “No. You’ve lost the chance to talk. Tell me with your body.”
“Fuck you. I don’t have to do anything for you.”
“Do you want me to gag you?”
“You wouldn’t.”
I fucking well would. I whipped the rest of my T-shirt over my head, wadded it up, and stuffed it in his mouth. As he glared up at me, I enjoyed imagining how he was going to try to get back at me for this. “Your body is mine. I can play with you however I want, use you however I want, torment you in any way possible. You don’t get to speak. You don’t get to move. You only get to take it.”
Carter snarled behind the gag, but he didn’t try to get free. He was right, he could get his hands loose if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He wanted this as much as I did, but just like me, he also needed the fight, the denial before the ultimate explosion of pleasure.
I slid my lips down the side of his neck. When he turned his head, arching up, giving me better access, I smiled against his skin. I nipped, kissed, and sucked at him, working my way down his chest, toying with his nipple, biting down hard enough to make him give me a muffled cry. I saw his cock jump when I bit him again, harder. I could pound nails with my dick right now, but this was so fucking good.
I slid my lips down his abdomen and kissed the crease at his hip, licking at the sweat there and breathing in the primal scent of him.
When I glanced up, he was still scowling at me, but his cheeks were flushed. He was so ready. I probably wouldn’t need to suck him for more than a few seconds for him to go off, I cupped his balls, tugging on them until he groaned. I’d wanted to take away his ability to speak, but I also hated that I couldn’t hear all the desperate sounds he made. I reached up and yanked the T-shirt from his mouth, throwing it to the side. “No words. I only want to hear you cry out for me.”
Carter growled, but he didn’t speak. I pulled on his balls again, and he pressed his lips together, fighting to keep his whimpers inside.
I drew his cock into my mouth and teased the slit with my tongue. When he gave me the desperate sound I longed for, I swallowed him down, letting him feel the back of my throat. His hips shot up, but I shoved them back to the ground, holding him there, while I gave him a little of what he wanted. It wasn’t time for more yet.
When his precum started to flow more steadily, I knew he was so fucking close. His leg muscles tensed as he whined, whimpered, begged. He didn’t even care about hiding his need any longer. I pulled off him, letting his cock smack his belly as it fell from my mouth.
I had him so worked up he was shaking. “I fucking hate you.”
“Aww, did you want me to keep going?”
“No, I want you to get the hell out of here.”
“That is not going to happen. I’ll eventually let you come tonight if you’re a good boy and give me what I want.”
He closed his eyes and turned to his head away as if that would keep me from seeing how desperate he was.
I didn’t need any more of a response from him yet, so I shoved his legs up, doubled them back onto his chest, and teased my fingers along his crack, pressing a digit against his hole, but not driving in, not that such a small invasion would really satisfy him. I could get him off like that, but it wouldn’t be what he really needed.
I tormented him, brushing my fingers over his hole again and again. He worked his hips, trying to get more, but he kept his teeth sunk into his lower lip and refused to look at me. I fucking loved how he was fighting what he felt. By the time I let him come, he would feel like his entire body was going up in flames. I wanted him to disintegrate, then I would put him back together again, because all I’d ever really wanted was to take care of him.
20
CARTER
Ididn’t know how much more I could take. I’d been poised on the edge for so fucking long. How did Matteo know exactly how to torture me? The time we spent together had been so short, but he’d always known how to play my body, even before he touched me the first time, I’d felt like I was going to fall apart.
Why had I told him he could punish me in any way he wanted? His punishment hurt, but not like I expected it to. I’d rather he just fucking stabbed me. My dick had never ached like this, and I was almost afraid of how intense my orgasm was going to be when he finally let me come.
If he let me.
