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Spit dripped down the back of my balls in quickly cooling rivulets, and I felt used and owned and it was fucking perfect. Heat rolled through me, like having an orgasm but not quite. Everything felt better than I’d ever known it could.
He drove his tongue deep and the sensation crested. I yelled and shook and was barely aware of my balls pumping out cum. He kept going, fucking me with his tongue and loosening my hole so he would be able to slide in there and pound me as soon as he chose to do it.
This was all about what he wanted and what he was willing to give me, and I rode that knowledge and the clenching bliss of my muscles for what felt like hours before I began to come back down. I was still in a spacey, perfect spot in my head I’d never visited, and I never wanted it to end.
“So fucking pretty,” Albion growled out.
He stood and did something, put his arms around me. I wasn’t entirely certain what happened—couldn’t describe the way he’d defied gravity if my life depended on it—but he somehow managed to scoop me up into his arms, even though I flopped around like an overcooked noodle. Once he finally had me situated in his grip, he tucked me close to his chest. His black T-shirt felt rough against my skin—especially the spots he’d marked with lips, teeth, and tongue—but I loved the smell of it when I buried my nose against him and inhaled deeply.
He laid me down on the bed, and by the time I was aware of my surroundings, one of his hands was already at his waist, lowering his zipper. He tugged out his cock and didn’t get undressed, and I loved that, too, because I was spread out for him naked, and he could fuck me, then go do anything. Totally in control of his life.
“Sir?” I asked.
He shushed me and grabbed the lube from his nightstand, along with a condom. I licked my lips as he slicked up his fingers, then closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him carefully stretching my ass. I sighed into the slick pressure, not quite as nice as his tongue, but still good. I was out of it for a while, gently drifting on the bliss he poured through my body, but then he slid a condom over his cock and lifted my legs up to press them against my chest. I was able to look down at my erection, already stiff again and thrusting up against my belly, and beyond to see him carefully plunge his hard-on into my ass.
The sensation of being filled with such a stiff cock was a lot to handle, and I scrabbled at his arms, but he kept going until he was buried in my body up to his balls. He rocked back slowly, then eased in again.
“What are you doing, Sir?” I asked, unable to keep my mouth from letting the stupid question free into the air between us.
“Taking care of you.”
I whimpered and focused on the stretch and slight burn in my hole.
“You’re mine for now,” he murmured, then attacked my mouth, thrusting his tongue in deep.
Tendrils of golden sparks danced through my body and set me on fire again. I slid my fingers behind his neck and rubbed there, and that seemed to be some signal he interpreted asfuck me as hard as you can, which was really goddamned good. The expensive bed creaked under the power of his chaotic thrusts. The pummeling my prostate took had me crying out and dancing on the edge of another potent orgasm. Time slid away from us, and he went from using his body to bounce mine against the bed to sensually rolling his hips.
Albion growled and nipped at the bruise on the right side of my neck, then sank his teeth into the exact same spot again. A white light glowed inside my body, something directly from heaven. I exploded and came—felt like I lost consciousness for a while, even though I knew he kept fucking me, which made everything better.
“Thank you, Sir,” I mumbled.
Albion stiffened. “Oh, fuck, you’re such a pretty, sweet little slut,” Albion grunted out, then shoved so deep into my body that I yelled. It didn’t quite hurt, but it wasn’t something I would forget anytime soon. I held on to him and kissed his cheek while he shivered and groaned, pumping his hips a few more times, but then returning to that same position where his body was locked as far into mine as it could go.
After a few minutes, Albion rolled to the side, pulling out of me. I hissed at the sensation of being empty, but I supposed there was no better way to do that. He took care of the condom, tossing it into a garbage can next to the bed, then tugged me in close, holding me as if I was special to him. My heart felt strange. I knew he didn’t like me. He’d told me. But his arms were comfortable and strong around me. He slid his hand into my hair.
Burying my nose against his shirt, I inhaled his cologne and hummed.
“You will tell me immediately if Xadrian tries to contact you again,” he said, staring resolutely up at the ceiling.
“Yes, Sir.” A bit of fear twisted inside me at his harsh tone. I didn’t want to get into trouble with him because of something that was totally outside of my control.
Albion squeezed me. “Are you my pretty boy?” he asked.
Panicking, with some strange sensation squirming in my gut, I did nothing. Said nothing.
He nipped my ear. “Are you my shoelicker?” he growled.
Moaning, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Kissing my cheek, he held me tight, and for a while we lay there together in a nice silence that didn’t feel awkward. He pressed a kiss to my temple.
“Every relationship has an expiration date,” he said, as if we’d been having a conversation and this perfectly explained some point he’d been trying to make. “I’m doing a reasonable thing by keeping that clear between us.” His tone drifted into icy territory.
Nuzzling in closer, I thought back to the times in my life when I’d been happy. When my grandparents were alive. Before my brother got sick. They were good. No one had been rich and there were still struggles, but nothing had seemed too bad, either.
Shrugging, I finally glanced up at his face. “As long as you’re enjoying our time while we have it, Sir.”
He blinked at me, then used his hand on the back of my neck to nudge my head to his chest again, and he held me that way for a long while.
