Page 75 of Deviant Need

Easing him down until his feet touch the ground, I shove my pants down to free my cock and drag his down with them, not giving a fuck that we’re in a stairwell where anyone could walk in and catch us. I spin him around and press him face-first against the wall, then grab one of the lube packets that dropped to the floor.

Tearing it open with my teeth, I slick up my fingers and reach between his legs, pushing one finger into him without any warning. He groans at the intrusion and pushes back onto it, greedy for me. His body opens up around my finger, and I work it deeper, the tight heat of him clenching around me.

We have to be quick before someone stumbles in looking for a bathroom or a quiet corner, but fuck, I want to take my time with him, to hear every desperate sound he makes when I stretch him open.

I add a second finger, and he gasps, his forehead pressed against the cold concrete. The stretch makes him tense for a second before he relaxes into it, rocking back to take more. I scissor my fingers inside him, working him open, and when I crook them to brush against that spot inside him, he whimpers and spreads his legs wider.

“Just fuck me, it’ll be fine,” he pants, looking back at me with wild eyes. “I can take it, Misha. Please. I need you inside me now. I like it when it hurts.”

Cursing under my breath, I pull my fingers out, and he whines at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing. I squeeze lube onto my cock and stroke myself to spread it. Music thumps through the walls, voices echo from the party and the floor below us. Anyone could open that door.

I lift him up and carry him to the railing, forcing him to bend over it so his upper body hangs over the drop to the floors below. My hand grips his waist, and I hoist him up to match my height, lining myself up with his hole. The position leaves him completely at my mercy, his feet barely touching the ground.

Thrusting into him in one brutal push, he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as he grips the metal railing so tight his knuckles go white. The tight heat of him wraps around my cock, and I have to pause for a second, or I’ll lose it right there. He’s so tight, and the drag of him around me makes my thighs shake.

“You’re impossible, you know that? You drive me fucking insane, Danya.”

“Punish me,” he moans, loud enough that someone might hear. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. Hurt me.”

I pull back slowly and then slam back in harder. And harder. Building a rhythm that has him moaning with every brutal snap of my hips, his body jolting forward with the force of it.

Someone could catch us. The thought makes me fuck him harder, my hips snapping forward with enough force to make the railing creak under his weight.

Pulling almost all the way out, I watch my cock slide free, slick and glistening, before slamming back in. The sight of it, of him taking me so deep, of his hole stretched tight around my cock, makes my vision blur. I do it again, pulling out just to watch the way his rim clings to my cock, red and swollen, before I thrust back in.

Voices carry through the stairwell door.

“You hear that?” I murmur, pounding into him. “Music’s loud but not loud enough. Someone’s going to hear you.”

“Good,” he gasps, clenching around me.

This side of him drives me insane. He gets off on the risk, on knowing someone could walk in and catch us like this. He loves it when I’m rough with him, when my grip stings and leaves marks all over his skin, when I hold him down so hard he can’t move. He’s reckless, and I want to destroy him completely.

My grip on his waist tightens until my fingers dig into bone and I start pounding into him, using my hold to pull him down onto my cock with every brutal thrust. The angle lets me sink in deeper, and he chokes on a moan, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

The stairwell fills with the obscene sounds of us, skin slapping against skin, mixing with his desperate moans and my ragged breathing. The wet slide of my cock driving into him echoes off the concrete walls, making everything sound louder, filthier.

Glancing down, I watch my cock slam into him, his hole stretches around me, red and swollen from the rough treatment. He’s taking it so well, taking everything I give him. I pull out slowly, and his rim stays stretched for a second before I slam back in with enough force to make him cry out. I pull almost all the way out again, just the tip still inside him, and watch his hole pulse around me, clenching like it’s trying to keep me from leaving. Then I slam in to the hilt, and he screams, the sound bouncing through the stairwell.

Footsteps echo somewhere around us. Voices getting closer.

“Someone’s coming,” I say, breathless, not slowing down. “They’re going to walk through that door and see you bent over, taking my cock. That what you want, Danya?”

“Fuck, yes,” he gasps. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

I angle to hit that spot inside him, and he cries out. Too loud. Way too fucking loud, and the footsteps pause.

I clamp my hand over his mouth and whisper in his ear, “You want them to see how desperate you get for my cock?”

He moans against my palm and nods frantically, his teeth grazing my skin. His cock is leaking steadily now, dripping precum onto the railing and leaving a trail down to the floor below. I fuck him faster, my hand still clamped over his mouth to muffle the desperate sounds tearing out of him. His entire body shakes with every brutal thrust, his untouched cock bouncing and swaying between his legs, swollen and dark with need.

The footsteps start moving again, closer this time. My pulse hammers in my ears and adrenaline floods my system, but I can’t stop. The risk only drives me harder, chasing that edge, needing to push him over it.

I pull back and watch my cock slide out of him, his hole gaping and clenching, before slamming back in with enough force to make him cry out against my palm. Each time I pull out, his hole stays open for a second, slick and swollen, before I thrust back in.

“You take me so well, Danya. So fucking perfect for me,” I rasp.

He whimpers against my palm and squeezes around me. The footsteps are right outside the door now. I can hear voices, someone laughing.