He huffed and gave me a narrow-eyed glare, but he tilted his ass higher in the air to make it easier to take what I wanted from him. I ran a hand along the dip and curve of his back, and the softness of his skin heated my belly. I wanted him more than I should, considering I’d already slapped an expiration date on our time together.
“You’ve made your point,husband. Now do it, please. I’ve waited a long time. I always wanted this to be special.” His quiet, serious confession had me curling my toes against the cloud-soft bedding, which had nothing on his silky flesh. I slid my hands up to his hips and grasped him hard, moving him back as I powered forward. At that exact moment his muscles fluttered around me again and tightened like he wanted to keep me inside him forever. Heat rushed like a punch to burst in my gut, more powerful than a star going supernova.
I didn’t talk anymore—I fucked.
Settling into a rhythm, I pounded him with my cock, and I was delighted when he moved with me and pressed back to take as much of me in his hole as he could. I dragged him harder against my groin, and he whimpered and tipped his head back so I got stuck staring at the soft expression on his face. Some men looked downright silly during sex, but he was amazing. It had been a while since I had a lover and not a one-night stand, and I found myself shifting and working to get pleased sounds from him. I wanted to feel his body tremble under my hands and hear his breath catch.
Determination had me gritting my teeth. He was going to admit how goddamned fantastic this felt when we were done, and he would forever associate feeling owned and sex blissed with me and my cock—and no one else. I loved that he was a virgin. Call me selfish, but I wallowed in the idea I was ruining him for anyone else.Everyoneelse.
“Has anyone done anything with you? Sucked you?” I pistoned my hips hard and drew his ass higher so he was forced to go down on his elbows to do what I wanted. He whimpered as I fucked into him again. Ah yes, that was it. I powered on until sweat stung my eyes and a constant stream of needy sounds filled my bedroom.
He shook his head and didn’t look back at me. The way he averted his gaze to stare at the bed underneath him, I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or shy, but it didn’t matter which one was the case. I’d get to blow his mind in all the good ways. I’d get all the things that self-absorbed shit Christian had wanted but hadn’t been able to convince Noah to give him.
And seeing the shitty way Edison had treated Noah at our wedding reception.... Maybe I was also starting to think Noah was a victim in all this, beyond what I’d forced him into doing. His father didn’t seem to give a fuck about him. My parents would’ve shown up with shotguns, consequences be damned, if someone had ever threatened their son; Edison had handed Noah over to me and practically tied a bow around his neck. If I’d have asked for him on a platter ass-up, I’d have probably gotten him.
And now he was mine.
I fucked Noah faster, enjoying the drops of sweat that made his skin glow, and how his clean cologne filled the air. He hadn’t wanted to marry me today, but he’d still dressed up and tried. Put on a nice suit. Made sure he was delicious for me underneath his prim and proper clothing. Smiled and acted right in front of the crowd. That took guts in the situation I’d put him in.
There were a few normal things we hadn’t done at the reception. I couldn’t bring myself to do the romantic shit—cut the cake, share a dance—so we’d pretended we were too modern for all that and simply skipped it. No one had been brave enough to comment on the lack of toasts from friends and family. Everyone had been too happy guzzling two-hundred-dollar bottles of champagne and eating good food.
Noah squeezed around me and reminded me I was an animal, a beast who wanted to fuck. No modernity hiding here. My guilt at having deprived him of something he probably hadn’t wanted in the first place—all that wedding shit that made me nostalgic for home—melted away as tension twisted through my body, a tenacious feeling that teased my pace faster. I gripped him and framed his hips with my hands, probably too hard, based on his hiss, but I couldn’t make myself stop. I loved the feeling of his muscled ass bouncing against my groin and sinking myself as far into him as I could.
“You know something, Noah Bouchard?”
He froze up, and I unleashed on him, fucking him until I felt like my cock would be sore tomorrow. He shivered and slammed his body back against mine. “Say that again.”
“What? Noah Bouchard? You’re mine.”
He bucked against me, and for a second or two I felt like I was part of a rodeo. “Didn’t really think about that,” he gasped out. His hair was dark at the temples from sweat and damp when I slipped my hands into it and gripped the strands. I tilted his head back so I could see his face. The laughter that slipped from him to bounce around the room was a little hysterical. “I’m not a Divine anymore, am I?”
“Not after today. I sure as shit am not changing my name, and after the way he acted at the reception, you’re not keeping Edison’s and staying under my roof.” I popped my hand on his ass and the satisfying crack made me do it a second time. He melted forward on his elbows and rocked his body with me. He was mouthy but responded in the best damned ways.
Noah arched against me, pressing his ass tight to my groin, and I wasn’t quite ready for the way he dipped and swirled his hips, as if he couldn’t get enough of what we were doing.
“You’re my wedding gift.” I slapped his ass again, and he groaned in what sounded like approval. “A gift I gave myself. One I’m pleased as punch to open.” I fucked into him as deep as I could, pressing hard to his body. “You feel good on my cock, little mouse. Do you like this?”
He moaned. “Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked, feeling mischief sink its fangs into me.
I couldn’t tell what that crafty hand he slipped underneath his body was doing, but I thought maybe he’d started jerking off for real, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted more—to see it, or to tell him not to do it in order to make him wait for a bigger, better finale than he’d get from his cock. Next time would be soon enough to break him completely. Let him have his lightning bolt of joy. Tomorrow I’d give him an hour of not being able to tell if he was anchored to the ground or not. I’d have to show him good things happened with patience.
I couldn’t wait to teach that lesson—and about a thousand others.
“Yes, husband,” he panted out, sounding so needy and perfect. All the sarcasm and spite that had been in his tone the other times he’d said the word were absent, and what was left was a desperation I was only too happy to satisfy.
“Who am I?” I asked again, absolutely on fire. My balls drew closer to my body and felt massive and full, and adrenaline sped through my veins as my cock swelled and throbbed. I turned his face with a rough hand in his hair so I could see the blissed-out way his eyelids were half lowered and his pretty lips were parted.
“My husband. You’re my husband.”
I let him go and shoved the soft lace underwear down his thighs so his cock wouldn’t be trapped anymore, and he whimpered out what I thought was “thanks.” The red lace was a wet dream against his pale skin and I couldn’t stop staring. I lifted him up onto his knees so his back pressed against my chest and palmed his tense ab muscles as I looked down his front to where his hand flew on his cock. He shivered, and I bent him forward just far enough to keep rocking in and out of his body, then slid my hands down and framed his hard cock with them.
“Let me take over.”
He nodded and switched his grip from his cock to clutching my right forearm. I swirled my fingers through the slick precum on his tip and used it to help the glide of my hand up and down his shaft. He shuddered.
“It’s so intense having you do it. Mm.” He groaned and let his head fall back against my chest. The arch of his neck was so inviting I couldn’t help but latch on to it with my teeth. He tipped his head to give me more room, and I sucked hard on his skin and shoved my hips forward. He shuddered and fucked into my fist, then back against me.
