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He moans softly as I take more of him into my mouth until my nose is brushing against the short blonde hairs at the base. The clean, lightly musky scent of him surrounds me, my own cock throbbing painfully. The desire to sink into him, take him, and make him wholly mine is strong. Too strong.
But not yet.
I swallow around his length before wrapping one hand around his shaft, bringing the other up to toy with his balls, and hollowing my cheeks. My mouth glides easily up and down his cock, sucking hard, and bringing him closer to the edge. It doesn’t take long to feel him swell in my mouth. Removing my hands and mouth from him, I sit back on my haunches, chuckling when I see the annoyance on his face at the loss of an orgasm. His brows pinch tightly together as he narrows his baby blues at me.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” He drops his head back, staring up at the ceiling.
Grabbing the oil from beside me, I uncap it, smiling. “We’ve already been through this, cariño. Get used to it.”
Slick fingers find his crack as I use my other hand to spread his cheeks open. He shivers when the tip of my finger presses against his pink puckered hole, but he bares down, letting me slip right past the muscle into his tight, hot channel. Gasps quickly morph into moans as I work my finger slowly in and out of him, only pausing to add a second digit into the mix.
My fingers crook, grazing that spot inside him that immediately glazes his eyes over. Supple lips part as sexy little cries fall from his mouth. Under the red glow, it’s hard to see clearly, but the pink splash staining his neck and cheeks is evident, giving way to how much I’m affecting him.
“Tell me how much you hate me, cariño.” I slip a third finger into his hole, using my other hand to wrap around his cock, still hard as steel. “Tell me how much you can’t fucking stand me, baby, while I have your body trembling with need from only my fingers. Tell. Me.”
He says nothing. There’s nothing he could say. Not anything truthful, anyway. Sure, he wants to hate me. Wants to place his anger somewhere. The thing is, though, he could’ve told me to stop at any time. But did he? No. Because he wants this just as much as I do. The only difference is, I’m not afraid to admit that.
So, he may not like me, but his body sure does.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I taunt. “Don’t like how well I know your body already? Don’t like how good I make you feel? Makes it pretty hard to hate me, huh?”
“Fuck you,” he growls as he thrusts his hips into my fist.
“Look at you… writhing pathetically on the fingers of a man who fucked what was yours.” My fist tightens as I jack him hard. “You’re right on the edge, about to come like a little fucking whore for a stranger you claim to fucking hate.”
He grits his teeth, but otherwise says nothing.
“You know what, though?” Withdrawing my fingers, I climb up his body until I’m sitting on his chest. “You don’t fucking deserve to come. You haven’t earned it, yet.”
My fingers thrust brutally into his mussed-up hair, gripping painfully and yanking his head back until he has no choice but to look at me. With my other hand, I pinch his chin between my thumb and index finger, his lips parting.
“Now, open your fucking mouth,” I growl, and much to my surprise, he listens. Leaning closer to his face, the spit falls past my lips, onto his tongue as I let go of his chin, pushing my briefs down. I pump myself a few times before smearing my precum on his lips. His tongue darts out, cleaning the mess immediately.
Pushing past his lips, I shove my cock far enough into his mouth, he gags. Tears spring to his eyes, and fuck, it’s a heady sight. “That’s it, baby,” I coo, rolling my hips so I’m fucking his face slowly. “Cry for me, cariño. Choke on me.”
Both my hands move to cradle the back of his head as I use his hot, wet mouth. His bloodshot eyes peer up at me, and mine down at him, as I watch myself disappear between his swollen, red lips.
“Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me, baby.” My palm cracks down on the side of his cheek as I thrust myself deeper. “Almost as good as he felt.”
He glowers, eyes shifting into thin, angry slits as he yanks on the restraints to no avail. Part of me wonders if he’ll try to bite down on my dick. He tries to turn his head, but I tighten my grip, not giving him even an inch of budge.
“I don’t think so, cariño,” My hips snap a little harder, pushing a little deeper, tears streaming steadily out of his eyes now. Reaching behind me, but never taking my eyes off him, I grab the chain connecting the nipple clamps, tugging roughly. He cries out around my cock, eyebrows pinching together in pain. “You’re not finished until I say you’re finished. Now, suck me like you fucking mean it, and maybe I’ll consider letting you come.”
7
TRAVIS BARNES
There hasn’t ever been a time in my life when I can remember being so unequivocally pissed off and turned on at the same time. I’m so fucking horny, I can’t think straight. I’ve been denied two orgasms, and now my throat is stuffed full of him while my nipples are on fire as he tugs painfully hard on the clamps.
And I want to complain about it. I want to say I hate it.
But I don’t. Not even a little bit.
Every sense is doused in Mateo. I see, smell, taste, touch all of him. He’s lodged so far into my throat, cock so fucking thick it barely fits. Spit is seeping out of the corners of my mouth, eyes watering, nose running. He’s everywhere. It’s like he knows exactly what I want—what I need—without me even having to tell him. He’s the big, gruff, dominating type I love to submit to.
And Christ, it’s fucking annoying. It would be easier if he was shit in bed. It would make hating him easier. As it is right now, I’d probably do just about anything he asked me to do if it meant he’d put his hands back on my cock again. It’s still so hard, it’s got its own heartbeat, and I’m restrained, so I can’t even touch myself.
The hold he has on the chain has lessened as he continues to pump into my mouth, the pain easily turning into scorching hot pleasure. He tugs gently, the clamps having an unforgiving hold on me, and I can’t even help the way my eyes roll back as I moan around him. The throaty, husky sound of his moans meets my ears, causing my eyes to snap back open, landing right on him. The sound sends warmth through my already feverish body, and my mind suddenly hyper focuses on getting him to moan like that because of me again.
