He tastes of tea, citrus, and lust as fucked up as mine.
I push him toward the bedroom and we stumble inside, his fingers tugging on my hair, removing the band so he can mess it all up. I enjoy every spark of pain, every push and fucking pull.
He can shove me away all he wants, but I’ll trap him again.
Own him again.
Once we’re inside, I make quick work of removing his T-shirt and run my gaze over his smooth muscles that are only tainted by my marks. “You’re so hot, baby. I want to lick you up.”
He tugs my hoodie off, his fingers touching my chest, exploring my muscles. “I fucking hate you.”
“Mmm. Talk dirty to me.” I nibble on his bottom lip and drag his zipper down over his hard cock agonizingly slowly.
I torture him, reveling in every shudder and tormented sound that slips out of him.
Bran squeezes my dick through my pants, then loosens his fingers, slides his hand in, and fists my length, stroking me with a tight grip.
“Fuck, baby. Your hand feels so good.”
He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Better than Simon?”
“Better than anyone.” I fight the grin that’s rushing to the surface as I kiss his throat and suck on his Adam's apple. He hisses between his teeth and cocks his head to the side to give me better access.
I continue my way down, kissing, nibbling, and biting on his collarbone and nipples until he’s shaking, but he keeps stroking me with a firm grip.
Still feasting on one nipple, I pull out his cock, teasing the foreskin with my thumb until I find the opening, then push it against my crown and guide him to thrust me against his cock.
“Umph… Fuck,” he breathes out, his lips parted as my piercings dig into the pretty hole, and I fuck his cock with mine.
“That feel good, baby?”
He nods, but I don’t think he’s conscious of what he’s doing as he falls in rhythm with me. His lips find mine and he kisses me loudly. The wet, sucking sounds match the in-and-out of our precum mixing as we leak all over each other.
How can the asshole be so pliant when his body talks to mine? He acts as if I’m invisible outside, but when I’m touching him, kissing him, he’s all mine.
Mine for the taking.
Mine for the owning.
Fucking mine.
“I have to get inside you, baby.” I pull away and drag him toward the bed.
Bran doesn’t protest as I push him to a kneeling position in front of the bed, his chest on the mattress and his muscled ass in the air.
“Mmm. Stay like that.” I slap his ass cheek and I don’t miss the way he bites his lip as he follows my movement.
After I grab the lube from the drawer, I slip behind him and squirt it between his ass cheeks. My fingers circle his rim, then slide inside at the musical sound of his groan. My Prince Charming loves having his ass filled, whether by my fingers or my cock. I can feel his hole swallowing my three fingers, clenching and pulling and tempting my fucked up side.
But I take my time priming him for me. I slowly fuck him with my fingers, my cock sliding up and down the crack of his ass as I pepper kisses on his nape, his spine, and his ass cheeks, kissing and nibbling and leaving so many of my marks, he’ll never be able to remove them.
Not now. Not ever.
Mine. He’s fucking mine. And everyone who sees these marks will know he’s taken.
Owned.
Fucking claimed.
“Niko…”
Jesus fucking Christ. I have to pause and shake my head or I’ll come all over his ass like a fucking pubescent kid.
I’m fucking doomed.
He moans my name and I’m going feral.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do it, please.”
“Do what?”
“Put your cock inside me.”
“Mmm. Fuck.” I wrench out my fingers and pull his ass cheeks apart. “Say it again.”
“Just fuck me already, you fucking bastard.”
“You drive me fucking crazy, baby.” I nudge my crown inside and he jerks, his ass wiggling against my cock, trying to swallow me fucking whole.
“Your greedy ass is made for me.” I thrust all the way in, eliciting a growl from him. “Only me.”
“Umm… Fuck… Fuck…”
“Look at me, baby.”
Bran twists his head to the side, his hooded eyes meeting mine as I grab his hips and drive forward with shallow thrusts.
“That’s it. Feel me fucking you.”
He moans, the sound so fucking erotic, I’m surprised I last. Bran might be quiet, but he’s fucking loud in bed. He releases these blabbering noises that I can’t understand most of the time, but that means I’m fucking him good. I’m fucking him rough, like he wants.