Perfect. Yes, so fucking perfect.
“You can certainly try,” I murmur, running my lips over the shell of his ear.
As I pull back, I take in the excited grin on his face, the way he sways, as if my pulling away is his worst nightmare.
Nathaniel was a certified top, unwilling to budge on the matter. Butthisguy, Phillip, will give me what I want. He’ll give a fight.
Which, to be fair, Nathanielalsogives me a fight—it’s just a different breed of violence.
“Alright,sir,” Phillip teases, “Let’s find out who wants it more.”
Phillip comes back to the condo since Susie will be out for the night. I take him immediately to my room, where he sheds his shirt in record time and snatches me up, slamming me down onto the bed.
It feels good. The roughness, the violence of the whole thing.
I’m a grown man, and an aggressive one at that, so this feeds some part of me, yet makes me hungrier all the same.
“I want to pound into you until you cry,” he purrs, crawling over my body until he’s sitting right over my dick.
“Greedy,” I chastise. Then, with minimal effort, I grab his hips and flip us, resting my weight over the length of his body. “But I fear it’ll beyouwho cries tonight, baby.”
Phillip shivers, his hips bucking up and into mine as if he’s trying to throw me off and rub his cock against mine at the same time.
“So fucking hot,” he mutters, digging his fingertips into my ass cheeks. “Not as hot as sinking my hard dick into you, though.”
I grin, rolling my hips over his hard enough to make those brown eyes roll back into his head. “I need to fuck, Phillip, and I need to fuckhard. Can you take that? Can you be a good boy, just for tonight?”
Those eyes of his pop back open, wide and shocked. Then, he’s sitting up until I’m straddling his waist, his hands yanking at my hair.
A soft laugh leaves him. “You almost had me there, Landon.”
“Sir,”I correct him. “You almost had me there,sir.”
He smiles, and the whole expression is full of lust and the promise of something rough and violent.
“Right,” he murmurs, his lips dragging over my jaw. “Sorry, sir.”
“I-it’s alright.” My body is trembling, primed for a quick, hard fucking as I rock against him.
“You sure you want to top?” he asks. “Because from where I’m sitting, you look ready to bounce on something thick and hot.”
Oooh, my favorite words. I’m like a dog hearing the wordtreatfor the first time in days.
Pressing my hand to his chest, I shove him back onto the bed. But Phillip doesn’t startle—it’s as if he was anticipating it. Like he’s played this game before.
“I think you’ve become my new favorite plaything,” I tell him, reaching down to grip his hardened length.
And it’s not bad. Not as big as I am, but still pleasing. It’ll hit right where I need it to at the right angle, filling me up nicely.
“Play with me then,” he demands breathlessly.
“I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you, you’ll taste me,” I promise. “And next time, you can return the favor.”
Phillip sits on this for a moment, panting beneath me as his eyes shift endlessly from my lips, my hand where it’s gripping him, and my own straining cock locked behind my dress pants.
Finally, he shudders, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks again. “Yes, sir.”
Perfect. I win.
