“You don’t get what you want because you’re a fucking menace,” I tell him as my lips brush the shell of his ear. “I’m going to fucking use you instead.”
He moans. “That works too.”
I growl becausefuck himfor making it harder to turn this into a punishment, a way for me to pretend this doesn’tcompletely rewrite part of my identity.
“And you don’t get to come.”
Thatdoes it.
His face falls, and I swear the fear returns to his eyes. He attempts to shake his head between my hand and the wall and wails, “No, no, no. Please, Reese.”
“What’s the matter, Cason?” I taunt as I slip my cock between his cheeks and thrust into the crease of his ass. “Did I finally find something that truly terrifies you? Denying you?”
“Please.Pleaselet me come.”
“I do love the sound of your begging. But no.”
He whines. Sobs. Starts fighting me again with more fire than before.
I let go of my cock briefly to slap him hard on the outer thigh, the harsh sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. He whimpers and falls still.
“Squeeze your fucking legs together. If you part them or if you come, you’re not getting back out of that room again.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now.”
This time, I smack him on the ass hard enough it turns red. He grunts but finally does what I say, glaring ahead of him the whole time since I won’t let him look back at me. He’s pissed for real, and it’s satisfying finally being the one to get underhisskin for once.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I slide it down his crease before thrusting it between his legs. The head of my dick hits his balls, and he lets out a muffled cry.
My grip on the side of his head turns a little harsher as I pick up a rhythm rutting between his wet thighs. He starts making all those little noises again, and they drive me even more wild. I grunt and thrust as our panting breaths mingle in the small shower space.
“Come on, Reese,” he whimpers breathlessly. “Put it in my ass. You know you want to.”
“I fucking told you this isn’t about you. I’m right where I want to be.”
I’mnot. I’d so much rather be in his ass or his mouth—I almost hate how easily I can admit that to myself—but knowing Cason, he’d take it as a reward. And that’s the last thing he fucking deserves right now.
“Then at least let me come,” he whines as he moves one hand off the wall to reach down…
I grab him by the wrist before he can reach his cock and slam it back against the wall, drawing another cry from his lips. I finally take my hand off his face so I can grab both his wrists and raise his hands above his head. With one hand, I hold them there, lowering my other hand to grab the base of his cock, squeezing hard.
I wasnotplanning on touching his dick. I wasn’t planning on touching him like this at all. But if I know one thing from experience, it’s that things rarely go according to plan.
No amount of planning could have prepared me for Cason fucking Bellrose.
And fuck if I’ll let him come without permission.
Knowing him, he could get off just by grinding his dick against the wall. Maybe even untouched. Fuck, I shouldn’t like the thought of that as much as I do.
“Oh fuck.” His eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “Yeah. Not gay, huh?”
“Keep talking all you want. I’m still not going to let you come.”
His eyes snap to mine now that he can turn his head a little, and he glares at me with fire. “First chance I get, I’m stabbing you.”
“As if I’m going to letyounear any sharp objects.”
