AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My chest is heaving and my nostrils burn.
I need him to hear me.
“Make it go away. We can talk about your stupid rules later. Just make it go away.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t talk. Just stares at me as I fight the burning behind my eyes.
Hear me. Please.
After a long, stretched out moment of silence, Corvin wraps his thick fingers around my wrists and guides me back. I don’t know where he’s walking me, but the piercing stare keeps my fight trapped beneath my skin.
My back hits a bookshelf, and we stop.
“I want,” he says, large palms resting on my shoulders, “to lay my hands all over you. I want to touch, to pleasure, to cause pain…”
I shiver, and one of his hands comes up to cup my neck. “But I don’t play without establishing a baseline.”
When I groan, that hand moves to the front of my throat, a gentle pressure. “What do you need from me?”
I want to bang my fists against the bookshelf, but Corvin’s towering presence keeps the growing rage at bay.
“Make me feel…” I take a deep breath and swallow the anxiety in my throat. Corvin is the last person I want to ask this of. But he might be the only one who can give it to me. “Make me feel anything but this. Make me feel something else.”
“Sweetheart.” His expression softens, and his hand travels to the back of my neck, forming a tight, secure grip.
I barely have time for a single breath before his mouth closes over mine. It’s a demanding kiss, punishing enough to leave bruises and indents from his teeth digging into my lip.
My hands find the bottom of his shirt and slip underneath, dragging along his back until he steps closer. His large, hard body is almost flush on top of my own, and a few years ago it never would have been a fantasy I’d entertain, but now it’s one I can’t deny I crave.
I jolt so hard I can feel the cut his mouth makes on my lip when I tear away. His palm cups my crotch, cradling my packer in his grasp. Even if I wear it for the sake of appearing more masculine in shape, it makes me incredibly self conscious for anyone to acknowledge that it’s there.
He doesn’t say anything about it, though. Just massages the bulge, pressing the base against my real cock.
“You’ve been a really bad boy,” he says, lowering his lips to my neck, trailing up to my ear. “Lucky for you, I know how to handle bad boys.”
“That so?” I choke out, trying not to fuck my own goddamn toy as he grinds it into my dick.
He smiles into my skin, and then he’s sinking to his knees, making all of my blood run south.
He’s stroking over my sweats carefully—almost quizzically—and when his eyes flash to mine, my knees go weak.
“How secure is your cock?” He gives the packer a good squeeze for emphasis, and I can hardly believe the pure euphoria that lights up in my brain at the affirmation that it’s my cock.
“Pretty secure unless you plan on taking off my underwear in the middle of the library.”
He chuckles, fingers dipping into my waistband. “Not quite that indecent.” Though his eyes promise the possibility is there.
Corvin shoves my sweats down my ass, leaving me in my boxer briefs with the head of my silicone dick peeking past the slit.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper as he feels around me again.
He hooks a finger into the boxer slit and rubs another over the painted pink cockhead. “Am I allowed to touch?”
The horny side of my screams, “You can touch me anywhere,” but the rational side of me clamps down on the thought because I know that’s not true.
I nod, and he pushes the material aside to draw out my shaft. It’s pale and soft, not one used for penetration.
Rolling the cock in his hand like he’s examining it, Corvin flashes his eyes up to mine. “On a scale from one to ten, how clean is it?”
