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“I deserve to be hit, don’t I?”

He nodded.

It was inevitable and I wanted it, so I tore my jacket off, threw it down behind me, and yanked the sweater off over my head. I unbuckled fast, unsnapped, unzipped, dragging my dress pants to my knees before I sat down and tore the lube packet open. It was warm from being in his pocket, so I squeezed the packet into my palm and grabbed my own cock tight and hard, pulling, twisting, tugging.

My head fell back and my breath caught.

“Stop,” he growled, smacking my hand away, grabbing my face, tilting it up, and bending at the same time to take raw possession of my mouth. The mauling hurt; I tasted blood, and then it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but his legs on either side of my waist.

I grabbed hold of his firm, tight ass, spread his cheeks, and tried not to come as he sank, slowly but without pause, down over my shaft, taking me all in, deep inside his body until he was fully, completely impaled.

“Jesus, Landry, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”

He lifted and drove back down, seating himself even deeper, pushing forward so I could feel the muscles clenching tight around me, rippling, the spasm milking my entire length.

“I love this.”

“I know,” he rasped. “Me too.”

My head, which had lolled back, came forward and my eyes met his. Normally they were glazed, clouded with passion, but that was not what I was seeing. There was dark, deadly intent there, and I should have been frightened.

“Mine,” he told me as I felt his hands dig into my chest and saw him lean forward, felt his teeth in my shoulder.

“What do you need?”

“I want you to throw up the covering, put me over the chaise, and I want you to fuck me while they all watch. I want them all to see your big fat cock sliding in and out of my ass.”

Why? Why would he need that? Why…?

Sometimes it took a minute. He felt like he was floating away. He needed grounding, to know where he belonged. He was terrified that I would leave him here with his family. That I would go home without him, cast him aside without care.

He felt so good, and as I grabbed hold of his hair, yanking his head back with a sharp jerk, the choked sob confirmed everything.

“Get up.”

No question. He rose fast, and I shoved him forward, standing and then dragging him by his hair to the back of the chaise, bending him over it as I smacked his ass hard enough to leave a handprint on his pale, smooth skin.

“Oh Trevan, please,” he whined, the ache, the wanting, all of it in the plea.

I grabbed his hips hard—my fingers would leave bruises—and slid my slick cock between the round cheeks at the same time he arched his back. I drove forward as he yelled my name.

“Don’t leave me here.”

Stupid man. Like that could ever happen.

I pounded into him steady and hard, watching my cock plunge deep, feeling the slippery heat and the suction, the velvet vise fist around me.

“Trevan!”

“Never fuckin’ leaving you… never!”

“Swear!”

“Baby, I fuckin’ swear,” I said, hammering into him as he frantically jerked himself off.

“Gonna come.” His voice cracked. “I need to come!”

“Now,” I ordered him.