His response is little more than a growl as I feel him finally freeing his huge cock from the confines of his pants. He fists his hands in the front of my shirt and tugs it open, sending buttons skittering across the marble floor.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“You’re testing every last fucking shred of my patience tonight, Fitch.” He yanks the shirt down my arms and pulls it off, breaking my cufflinks in the process.
“You know you bought me those cufflinks, right?”
He pins me flat to the wall again, the hot skin of his chest scalding my back. “So I’ll buy you another pair, you fucking brat.” Sinking his teeth into the back of my neck, he opens my pants and tugs them down over my ass. Once he’s satisfied that I’m exactly how he wants me, he holds his left hand in front of my face. “Spit, baby, because it’s the only fucking lube you’re getting.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes because fuck me, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker. I collect as much saliva as I can in my mouth and spit into his open palm.
“Good boy.” He pushes the crown of his thick cock inside me, and my spit does little to ease the way. I press myself flat to the wall until there’s nowhere left for me to go.
He inches inside me, stretching me open and dragging his sinfully hot mouth along my ear. “Holy fuck, West.”
“I would have brought lube, but I knew you’d be a little brat for me and need it like this.”
He inches in further. Pain, laced with the kind of pleasure sick fucks like me get from being hurt like this, hurtles through my body. “Oh fuck!” My nails scrape down the paint on the wall as he rocks his hips and sinks deeper. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Fuck, Fitch,” he groans, and the sound vibrates through his chest and into me. “Why do you have to fucking push me?”
I rest my forehead on the wall and suck deep breaths through my nose. “Because I love making you lose control.”
Zeke is all passion and fire and heart once he lets someone in. My chaos. He gets off on pain, but then he makes up for it by being as sweet as a fucking kitten after. But West is pure ice. My peace. Calm and controlled, rarely letting emotion cloud his decision-making. He only hurts me when he loses control, so the pain he gives me comes with the satisfaction of knowing that I’m the one who caused him to let go of the reins, if only for a little while.
He pulls out and sinks in deep again, his hot breath on my ear and his free hand gripping my cock. “You’re mine. You got that? Mine.”
“I’ve always been yours.” He squeezes my shaft hard, and burning hot pleasure coils at the base of my spine. He pumps me faster, the rhythm of his hand matching his thrusts. Blinding specks of light flicker behind my eyelids.
“I fucking love losing control for you, Fitch,” he groans against my neck. His hips still—and so does his goddamn hand—as he comes.
I pant for breath, stranded on the ledge of the orgasm his body promised mine. “You’re a fucking jackass.”
With a laugh, he bites down hard on my shoulder blade, sucking the skin and no doubt leaving a huge fucking hickey. Marking me as his. I usually love it, but I’m pissed. I reach for my cock to finish myself off, but he snatches my wrist and makes a tutting sound. I’m going to headbutt him in the fucking nose if he’s not careful.
A soft but demanding growl rumbles out of him. “Turn around.”
“What?”
He pulls back, giving me space to move. “Turn around. I want to taste you.”
I spin around, my eyes narrowed.
He tips his head to the side and flashes me a wicked grin. “Do I ever leave you hanging?”
“Yeah.” That’s a lie. He always gives in eventually, but eventually is the key word. He’s been known to edge me for hours, and I don’t think I can take that tonight. Not when the need to come feels like a thousand knives slicing me open.
He shakes his head. “Lucky for you, I want to suck your cock more than I want to punish you right now.”
Dropping to his knees, he wraps his hand around my throbbing length and darts his tongue out, sweeping it over my crown and licking precum from my slit.
I tip my head back and let out a long, low moan. “I have no idea how you’re so fucking good at that when you get barely any practice.”
He squeezes the base of my shaft tighter and mutters something I don’t understand before he takes me all the way into his mouth. I thread my fingers in his hair but resist the urge to fuck his throat. He hates that. Instead, I look down and watch the most powerful man I know suck my cock. The sight alone is enough to make me nut in his mouth. “Fuck, West.”