Page 126 of Lucky 14

I can’t keep the rush of blood from going to my dick. Since when have I ever had someone begging before me and said no?

Oakley runs his hands up to my waistband, fingers tickling the skin there, and suddenly, I can’t remember why I’m saying no. That doesn’t seem like me. I would never say no.

Snarling, I snap forward, shoving Oakley back, slipping my knee over his torso, and pinning him under me. He gives a sharp intake of breath, looking up at me with blown pupils.

“Roll,” I demand, letting up just enough for him to obey before I’m sitting on his ass, pinning him with his stomach to the bed. I run my fingernails up his back, relishing in the submission he’s giving me. The control that’s slipping back into my hands. This feels familiar. More like me.

“Take your pants off.” I’m frantic now, chasing the version of me I’ve always known. The real Kyan. The Kyan who only feels good things. The Kyan who protects against the bad.

Oakley obeys, pulling his pants down, exposing his tight ass to me. My dick throbs in my pants, and I imagine pushing into him, the tight clamp of his muscles that would suck my dick dry. The complete high that happens with a mind-numbing orgasm.

I’m panting, and Oakley is too. I drop down over him, biting his shoulder. His muscles press into my teeth, and Oakley yelps, jerking involuntarily.

I shiver, enjoying his pain. The way he’s pinned under me, forced to submit to my marks. Releasing him, I bite down again, biting hard enough to bruise. I want him to remember who he begged to take him.

“Ky,” Oakley’s breath is shuddering, and he’s quivering under me. I’d bet anything his dick is hard, rubbing against the sheets with every move we make.

I want to be inside of him. Right now.

Glancing up at the nightstand, I wonder if there’s lube there. I’m not sure whose room this is, but I presume Wyatt’s. I’ve never wanted him to be a freak more than I do right now.

Briefly, I lift off Oakley to check, and there, sitting in the drawer like a piece of gold in a treasure chest, is the exact same lube I always use—the water-based.

It makes me question for a brief second, but I shove that away. That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is fucking Oakley so hard he sees god.

Settling back over him, I rub my nose up the back of his neck and breathe behind his ear. “You’re a bottom?”

I don’t need to ask. I know he is. But for the comfort of everyone involved, I need to know if we’re talking been-strapped-by-an-average-dildo or been-stretched-by-a-monster-cock-regularly.

“I…yes…never tried.” He shudders again, and I’m a bit surprised by his answer. That surprise is quickly chased by a grin that I can’t hold back. I’ll be first inside that tight ass?

“Really?” I ask, my mind filled with the ideas of Oakley moaning in surprise as I hit his prostate for the first time. The absolute soul-sucking clench he’ll bear down on my cock.

“Don’t take it easy on me.” Oakley bucks his hips up into me, rubbing against my still-clothed groin and sending pleasure through me. I groan, ripping off my clothes and popping open the lube. I drop a generous amount down his crack, and he hisses with the cold.

“Ever touched yourself here?” I can’t keep the guttural growl out of my voice as I run my hand down his crack, massaging the lube in. Oakley shivers as my fingers run over his hole, and I can’t decide what I want his answer to be. Yes, he’s fingered himself, or no, this will be the first time. Both are making my cock weep.

“I…uh…” He bucks again as my fingers run over his hole. It’s puckered tightly, and I chuckle.

“I’ll take care of you.” I sound more confident than I’ve been in days, because there’s one thing I know for sure: I’ll make Oakley feel good. I’ll make myself feel good. It’s what I’m good at.

I slip a finger in. Oakley tightens around me, then lets go, and my finger slides in deeper. I crook it, rubbing against where the prostate is, and soon Oakley is writhing into the sheets. It makes me feel powerful.

I don’t let him come. I play with him, letting him get used to the feeling, before I slip another finger in. Oakley moans, clenching again, but soon he’s sucking both fingers up to my knuckles.

I chuckle in pleasure. “You take so well to me, greedy thing.”

I continue to stretch him, making sure he’s prepared. I don’t mind hurting people when I fuck them, but for Oakley, I need this to go well. Need him to know that I can give him the best orgasms of his life.

Finally, when he’s a panting mess, his fingers dug into the sheets, I line myself up with him. My dick bobs, wanting to slam into that tight hole.

“They say sex is better when they’re crazy, right?” Then, I press the head of my dick against his hole. There’s brief resistance, then I pop inside, the head of my dick immediately surrounded in tight warmth.

I groan, already edged by watching my fingers disappear into him. Oakley groans too, back muscles tightening.

I hold myself still, trembling. He feels so fucking good. I wait until Oakley relaxes a fraction, then mutter, “You want more of me, Oakley King?”

He whimpers, a soft, needy sound accompanied by the loosening of his asshole around me. So I sink further into his wet heat, letting out a strangled sound as his walls ripple, sending shockwaves up my spine. Slowly but surely, I press into him until my crotch is against his muscled cheeks. I stop there, trembling, every nerve ending yearning, begging me to drag Oakley along my shaft.