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“Stay still,” he ordered.
I wasn’t sure I could. I was already trembling under him as my nails bit into my palms as I tried to hold on for him.
He dragged his tongue up the length of my dick, right over the mesh. The fabric caught on his tongue and pulled at my skin. The sensation was almost too much—the rough drag of it over my crown, how it snagged and released, the heat of his mouth bleeding through the weave. This was both the best and worst idea I’d ever had.
He did it again, slower, and I heard myself make a sound I didn’t recognize, high and loud. He pulled off instantly, his eyes meeting mine.
“Quiet now, little wolf,” Rhodes warned. “The whole boat doesn’t get to hear how well I fuck you. Do you understand?”
He nuzzled the underside of my shaft, mouth open, and I felt the scrape of his teeth through the mesh. It was just a light drag, but my whole body tensed. The belt cut into my wrists as I strained against it, and I bit down on my own lip to keep quiet.
“You like that.” It was an observation, not a question. “I’ve seen what pain does to you, little wolf. The way your cock gets harder for it.”
He dragged his tongue over the head again in a slow, wet lick that made me moan. His hand slid to my balls, cupping them in his palm as he rolled them. Anticipation made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. He squeezed hard enough to elicit a groan out of me as pleasure and pain swirled together. His thumb stroked the seam of my balls through the fabric, a soothing counterpoint to the growing ache. My dick throbbed, lurching against the mesh, and I heard him hum his approval.
“You’re going to hold out for me tonight, aren’t you?” Rhodes said as his hold loosened. “I don’t want you to come until I’m so deep inside you that you’ll feel me tomorrow. Do you understand?”
He squeezed again, harder, and the pain rolled through me in a slow wave that stole the air from my lungs.
“Words, Theo.” He stopped altogether, his hand hovering close enough to tease but not enough to give me what I wanted. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I understand.”
“Good,” he replied.
He leaned in and pressed his open mouth over my balls. The heat of his breath soaked through the fabric before he dragged the flat of his tongue from my balls to my crown. The scrape of mesh sent sparks dancing up and down my spine. He did it again. And then a third time. By the end of the third pass, I was visibly shaking.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please… what?” Rhodes asked. He paused contact as he waited for an answer, but that didn’t stop him from casually blowing air over my crown. I whimpered. “Please what, little wolf?”
I didn’t know. I couldn’t find the word. I just needed… something. His mouth, his teeth, his cock. I didn’t know, just… something.
He chuckled, the sound low and amused. He closed the distance once more and nipped at the ridge under my crown. The sound I let out was unrecognizable as I felt a fresh pulse of precum leak out of me.
“Look at you… dripping for my teeth,” he commented. “You want the pain, don’t you? You want me to bite down through these pretty little briefs of yours so you feel it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, wrecked and desperate.
“Beg properly.”
“Please,” I begged. “Please, bite me. Please, make it hurt. Please, I want—”
He didn’t wait for me to finish. His teeth closed over the mesh, catching a fold of fabric and the skin beneath it at the base of my shaft, and bit down. The pain was instant, hot and sharp as it coiled through every part of me. I arched off the bed with a sound I muffled by biting my own lip. I squeezed my eyes shut to ride it out—to revel in how it built.
He pressed the flat of his tongue over the aching spot in a soothing wet drag. The simple action made the pain melt into warm pleasure, making my dick throb hard enough to hurt with a need for release.
“Good boy,” Rhodes murmured against me. The praise spilled through me like liquid heat. “You took that so well. Do you want another?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. Not that he needed to ask. I’d take as many as he was willing to give me. Still, my eagerness made him laugh. “Please.”
His teeth sank into my shaft, hard enough to send me flying but soft enough not to cross the line of being too much. I gasped and writhed, unable to help it. Rhodes’ fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place. His teeth released me, and he smoothed his tongue over the sting once more. The pain and pleasure swirled together, building low in my core. My dick throbbed and strained against the mesh.
He bit down once more, holding it and making sure I felt every tooth through the weave. My breath came faster, and my pulse raged in my ears. I saw stars behind my eyelids, and my fingers ached with how tight my fists were curled. Precum leaked faster from my slit as my core clenched. I was so goddamn close I could feel it.
“That’s it,” Rhodes said softly as I panted. “You’re so goddamn good at taking the pain.”
He worked his way down in light bites until he reached my balls. He mouthed them through the fabric and sucked one into his mouth. The wet heat of it made my thighs tremble, and my head fell back on the pillow. He took his time, sucking and teasing the one before moving on to the other like he had all night, and he meant to use every minute of it. There was just no way I’d last if he kept doing so. I could barely keep quiet.
