Page 51 of Bruised

“Mm-hmm,” I say, uncaring of the reason. I’m just glad he’s finally here, and my patience is running thin. “Come closer.”

I stand up and help him out of his clothes, stopping at the sight of the bruises dotted on his neck. I run my fingers over them, pressing on them one by one. Lane’s breath hitches at every touch, and his cock perks up between his legs.

I smirk down at it. So predictable. “On the bed, puppy. All fours.”

Lane crawls onto my bed, ass up, and I lean down and bury my face between his cheeks. He smells so sweet here, musky and clean. He’s cleaning himself thoroughly every night—I hear him showering at around two. Such a good boy, keeping himself so clean and ready for me.

I lick into his hole, and he stays quiet through sheer fighting will, but when I press my tongue tight and sharp past his rim, he moans—too loudly.

“Shh.” I dive back in, lips smacking as I kiss him, lick him, and kiss him again. “Mm, this sweet fucking hole. Can’t wait to fuck it again.”

“Please,” Lane gasps, pressing himself backward. “Please.”

“Please what, puppy?” I squeeze lube into my hand and stroke him, spreading it all around his hole, pressing a finger inside and getting as much of it around his walls as I can. My cock is aching between my legs, and I lack my usual patience.

“Please do it,” Lane whimpers.

“Please fuck you?”

He nods desperately. “Yeah.”

Standing upright, I rest my cock on the small of his back, letting him feel the length of it, how far inside it will go. I slide it down his crease, nudging his tight hole. I’m getting so into it, so lost in him, that I almost forget to put on a condom.

Gritting my teeth, I fumble with the drawer and rip open the packet impatiently, sliding the condom over my cock. I can’t fucking wait.

His hole is soft and relaxed for me, and I sink inside easily. Lane gives a little hnnngh as the head of my cock pushes past his tight ring of muscle. I grip his hips as I catch my breath and adjust to that intense pleasure. For a hot second, it feels like I’m about to come, but I reel it in with a deep, steadying breath.

When I start fucking him, it’s with slow, deep thrusts, a hand on his lower back keeping him arched for me. He moans constantly, but at least he’s aware enough to grab a pillow to bite.

I pull out, and before his hole has time to close, I hook my thumbs on his rim and hold him open before I guide my cock back inside. I do this a few times, watching as his hole flutters and tries to close.

“Mm, look at that hole. All open and gaping for me.”

Lane whines in reply.

I drag my cock out all the way, watching his hole pulse before I plunge back inside. “How’s that feel, puppy?” I ask, on the verge of an orgasm that I barely manage to stave off.

“Mmm,” he moans. “So good.”

“Yeah?” I withdraw, and when I guide myself back into him, his hole sucks me in like it wants me there. “You like getting your hole fucked, puppy? All stretched nice and wide like this?”

I pull out and part his rim with my thumbs, holding him open while he moans brokenly. He’s all pink and shiny on the inside. So fucking perfect.

“Good puppy,” I croon as I guide my cock back inside. “Such a good little puppy.”

Lane gives a pleased moan everytime I praise him, so I keep doing it, suspecting he loves it as much as I do. I touch his neck, his hair, scratch him behind the ear, all while I keep rocking my hips into him, easing my cock into his perfect, tight hole. Fuck, I’m so close. I want to keep going, but I don’t know how long I’ll last.

When I pull out for a breather, Lane reaches back and grabs his cheeks, parting them wide.

“That’s it, spread your hole. Fuck.” The sight makes my groin tighten to a dangerous level, so I pat his ass cheek. “Lie down. On your back.”

He does as I tell him, and without me having to ask, he parts his legs and lifts his knees to accommodate me. I sink back into him, grunting as his hole clutches me tight.

He gazes up at me with rosy cheeks and those big brown eyes half-lidded in bliss. “Mm… Mason…”

My name on his lips gives me pause. I should say something, but I can’t.

“Feels so good,” he whispers, and he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls my face down to his.