Page 39 of Always Watching
How much he belongs to me.
I lean down, running my teeth along his jaw and biting his neck to leave a red mark. It makes him cry out, and I take the sound as incentive, rolling my hips once, drawing out of the tight heat of him and thrusting back in.
“Oh,fuck. N…” He stutters, nearly saying my name. I don’t care if he does. I don’t care if everyone watching knows who I am,whoisfuckinghim for the first time. My hips roll again, and I watch his eyes widen and then shut, his body shuddering with the way I’m invading it.
My gaze flicks to the computer screen. There’s a torrent of messages and tips pouring in, but I’m not looking at that.
I’m looking at us on the screen. My broad body curving over his, my cock disappearing slowly into his ass while he squirms beneath me, while his chest heaves and his hands scramble to hold on to my tan and tattooed skin. Fuck, he’s so pretty.
So pretty and somine.
I feel so greedy. I want more of him.Allof him. I want to keep him chained to this bed until he’s completely drunk on sex—onme.
My hips flex again, and I bury myself so we’re pressed together. It lets me lean down so I can run my tongue along the shell of his ear and whisper, “Fuck, you don’t know how good it feels, howtightyou are. How much I want to break you apart so I can put you back together.”
“Please.”The word comes out as a whine, and he clings to me, rolling his pelvis experimentally and gasping when my cock hits against his prostate. “Please, please… fuck me.” He waits, and I roll my hips again slowly. Steadily. Stretching him and letting him get used to me, letting himfeelall of me. And I can see it in his eyes—how greedy he is for it. How he wants more. How he thinks about his words for just a second before he speaks. He leans up, tongue pink and sweet and wet when he licks my lower lip and moans. “Fuck me like I’m just yours.”
My hips stutter, and then jolt. My next thrust isn’t as easy, and his breath bursts out on a groan, but his nails bite into my back, drawing me closer. I drop my head, pressing my lips to his throat so my body can catch onto the rhythm of his thundering heart.
I realize if I let myself, I really would break him, remake him.
I would show him what kind of man I really was. I’m already so close to doing just that. So close to completely losing myself to the thought of giving him everything.
A dinging sound pulls me from the moment.
Tips.
The camera.
We’re on camera, and I’m about to lose my load before we’ve given them a good show.
We can’t have that, now, can we?
“Come on,” I growl against his ear. As good as it feels to fuck him, to cover his small body with my own… I want more.
No, I need more.
I need to show them all. I needevery personwatching to see the way he wants me, the way it looks when his body swallows my cock, hungry and needy. He lets out a small squeak of protest when I pull out of him, then a cry when I shift until I’m sitting up and his ass is facing the camera. I pull him back onto my lap and look down at him. “Go on, then. Show them all how much you want me, how greedy you are for my dick. Fuck yourself on me so they can watch.” I lean in, dragging my teeth along his collarbone, licking at his shoulder. My hand splays across his chest, fingers shifting to roll and pinch his nipple until he cries out. “Show them all who you belong to, baby.”
Ranen nods, panting, and spreads his legs until he’s straddling me. He’s careful when he positions himself, and slow when he sinks down onto my cock at first. He whines, and I drop my hand, pressing flat against his stomach.
“You’re so big, I don’t know if I can—”
“You can.” I cut him off. “Fuck, it’s almost like I can feel it, the way I’m so deep inside you. Let me feel it.” I drop my head and open my mouth, letting a string of saliva trail from my lips to land on his pink little cock standing at attention. It’s almostsinful how good it looks, dripping precum and slicked with my spit. My hand wraps around him and I pump him once, slowly, then stop with him hard and leaking in my hand, giving him a little squeeze. “Show me how much you want me. Make mefeelit.”
“Oh,God,” he groans, but his body starts to move. He’s slow at first, and I match the speed of his hips, pumping him in a steady beat that makes him whimper. When he realizes what I’m doing, he picks up the pace, rocking harder against me. Ranen’s arms come out, wrapping around my shoulders, fingers greedy as he pulls himself closer. I drop my hand and his cock starts grinding against the muscles of my stomach as he gives himself over to sensation—to want, to lust—and starts to really ride me.
My gaze lifts again, glancing over his shoulder to connect with the camera. I know the look in my eyes is probably revealing more of me than I’ve ever let anyone see—the darkness, the possessiveness, thedanger. I don’t care. I want them all to know that Ranen is mine. I want the asshole who hurt him to know that he’s breathing borrowed air, that he’s dead and he just doesn’t know it yet.
I want them to watch Ranen fuck himself on my cock, to see the way his ass is bouncing and his hole is stretched. I want them to see it all.
“That’s right, baby. Show them all how much you want it. Show them what a good fucking boy you are for me.” I lean in, nuzzling his neck and blowing out a shaky breath. “Just for me.”
“J-just for you,” he whimpers, and his nails bite into my shoulder. I take hold of his ass and spread it open, watching his small, lithe body on the camera as his greedy hole takes my cock in again and again.
When my hand comes down, slapping against one cheek, he cries out, bowing his head and burying his lips against my neck…but he’s shivering, and I love the way his skin marks up from my touch.
“Say it again.” I groan, pulling him closer so I can feel his cock slicking and rutting against my abdomen, feel the way it’s dribbling with precum. He’s so hard, sogreedythat he starts whining and rutting against me, fucking himself on my dick like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
