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He shoves me once again, onto the bed, stripping me of my shorts and sweatshirt quickly. He peels off his own sweaty shorts, and his erection gleams with precum. It’s as rigid as mine.
First, he’s on top of me, both our cocks in his hand while he licks repeatedly into my mouth, ratcheting my need for him higher and higher.
My brain is fried and useless, my body the live wire writhing beneath him, desperate to touch every inch of his exposed skin. I pinch and pull and dig my nails in. I groan when I get so close to coming, I have to beg him to stop because I don’t want this to end, but I have to acknowledge he’s touching me—that he’s all over me, too. And his mouth is so fucking good at kissing mine, I really don’t have the space to complain about him not sucking my dick when all the rest of what he gives me is the best I’ve ever had.
He lets go of our cocks, and he pulls his mouth away. “After I mark up your entire neck, I’ll give you permission to come inside me again. Understood?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my lower lip the moment he sucks the tender flesh of my throat into his mouth. Our cocks still grind together, keeping me thoroughly edged, but his lips and teeth provide the true torment. “Oh fuck…” I mindlessly run my fingers through his hair, lost to pleasure, picturing what I’ll look like tonight while I offer Elodie her ring—the bruises he’ll leave on me.
I could fucking weep with the knowledge that he’ll be there with me—in a way. Because I know he’s doing this on purpose. Disgracing me. Making a spectacle of me. Showing the world or whoever’s paying attention to me anymore who I really am. His whore.
And when he’s done ruining my neck, he rolls to my side and pulls me over to lie on top of him, spreading his legs and giving me a look like he’s got something to prove.
27
DREW
Ihaven’t minded being bent over—or having my back to Olivier the four times we’ve fucked. I needed to get used to how it felt to have someone inside me. But I don’t want him to get too used to it. While my ass has learned that it desires—even craves penetration, my ego demands control. Especially over this spoiled, rich, beautiful prince of a man.
I lie back, lift my balls, and present my hole to him. “Lube it up,” I say.
His hazy eyes blink, and he grabs the lube from the other side of the bed where he left it last night.
I watch every move he makes while he squirts a glob of lube onto his fingers and reaches down to prep my ass. I lick my lips, and swallow, not wanting him to see how a touch that light makes me want to gasp and beg. But it feels so fucking good. “Shove some in,” I say, keeping my voice low and steady.
He meets my gaze, and two fingers slide inside me. His brow furrows with barely repressed agony—his eyes all but rolling back in his head as I clench on him. I love to see it.
“Tell me how I feel.”
“You’re burning hot. So fucking hot,” he breathes, working his fingers back and forth to slicken his way. I sink lower on the bed, flexing my hips to make the angle better for us both.
“Drew…” he sighs, fingers still fucking me slowly.
“Whose hole is this?” I ask. It’s a test.
“Yours.”
He passed.
“Good boy. Now, feed it your cock. It’s hungry.”
Olivier groans, breathing heavy as he adjusts himself with his hips between my thighs and his hands on my chest. He glides inside me on one smooth stroke that makes us both groan. “You’re gonna wreck my dick, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Yeah…Yeah,” he says, pulsing faintly inside me.
I tighten my ass, and he sucks in a breath. “How’s that feel?” I ask, doing my very best to stay cool and not show him he’s about to wreck me, too, just from how illicitly good he feels.
“Like you’re sucking my cock.” His voice is strained as he stares down between our bodies.
“You gonna fuck me now?” I ask. “Make me come?”
“Yes,” he says, but doesn’t move.
“What’s the hold-up?”
“Trying not to come, Drew. Shut the fuck up for a second.”
