“Hey,” I say softly. His black eyes meet mine. They’re glassy and his face is flushed, and he’s breathing hard. He’s wrecked, and I don’t even know why. “Talk to me, Zeke. What is going on?”
He grunts, shoving me off as he rises from the ground, pacing again. Fingers thrusted into his hair, yanking on the already disheveled strands, he mutters shit under his breath that I can’t make out. Then, he laughs. The sound cold and sinister, and his face contorts when it comes out.
My breath is coming out ragged and shallow, watching him lose control. I need to help him…
And then, like two puzzle pieces, it clicks.He’s losing control. He needs something to control.Someone.
Like one would a wild animal, I step up to him with caution, placing my hands on his chest, muttering the only words I can think to help him, “Take it out on me.”
Zeke blinks, a single tear falling, his brows still pinched tight, full lips pressed into a thin line. Something inside me cracks from watching someone as strong—as impenetrable—as Zeke, break down.
Reaching up, I wipe the moisture away with my thumb. “Whatever you’re angry about, whatever’s got you this worked up, take it out on me. Take your frustration and whatever hurt you’re feeling out on me.”
The hands pressing on his chest slowly wrap around until they’re planted on his nape, urging him closer. It’s all the convincing he needs as whatever resolve he seemed to have snaps, his lips crashing down on mine mercilessly, hands grabbing onto my hips to hold me still.
My lips part, welcoming his tongue into my mouth as he brutally tangles with mine. Sharp teeth nip the sensitive skin, making me gasp into him. He kisses me with all the hurt and the anger he’s feeling. It’s messy and savage. I wouldn’t be surprised if my lips bruised.
Zeke slips an arm around, palm going to the small of my back as he hauls me into him until my body is flush with his. From there, both hands move down until they’re cupping my ass. With a firm hold, he stands, taking me with him until I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist.
Throwing me onto the bed like a rag doll, the mattress dips as he climbs over me, knees nudging my thighs apart to make room for his wide form. The large tent in his pajamas lets me know he isn’t wearing underwear—a piece of knowledge that sets my blood on fire as his body descends on mine.
Hungry lips and sharp teeth find my jawline, nipping across until he peppers kisses on my neck. Sucking on my pulse point, a gasp that morphs into a moan bubbles from me as my hips thrust up to meet his. My cock is impossibly hard behind my pants, and I might die if I don’t get a reprieve soon.
“Zeke…” His name falls from my lips breathlessly, like a prayer, as my nails drag down his bare back.
After he’s no doubt marked my neck, he sits back on his haunches, wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and hauls me farther down the bed. With one hand, he tweaks my nipple between his thumb and index finger, while his other shoves his pants down, revealing his hard, delicious cock. He’s rock hard and dripping, my mouth watering at the sight.
I drag my gaze from his crotch up to his eyes, finding a slight glint to them and a cocky smirk on his lips.
“I want you in my mouth,” I admit, too fucking aroused to care about sounding so desperate.
“Yeah?” He strokes himself as I watch, nodding. “Want me to fill your throat, pound into you until you can’t breathe?”
Another nod, my cheeks heating.
“Open up,” he growls. “Let me see that pretty pink tongue.”
Without even a second thought, I oblige. Zeke climbs up my body, practically sitting on my chest as he slides his silky length across my tongue. The angle is awkward and when the tip touches the back of my throat, I gag, bringing an even bigger wicked grin to his face.
I curl my tongue against the underside of his shaft, closing my lips around him. One large hand slides under my head, propping me up just so, while his other plants flat against my wall behind my bed as his hips begin to move in a slow, steady tempo. Long, deep thrusts; he pulls all the way out, his crown teasing my lips, the salty pre-cum drizzling over them, before he sinks back in until my nose brushes against his dark, thick pubic hair.
“Suck that cock,” he rasps. I moan around him at the raw, throaty sound of it, doubling down on my efforts. “Yeah, just like that. Take it all the way. Open up that throat for me, boy.” Pride and lust swim in his eyes, bubbling over as he watches me do exactly as he asked. He rubs the back of my head while purring, “Yeah, that’s it.”
My cock aches, throbbing behind my clothes, and with the way he’s sitting on my chest and my arms are on his lap, I can’t reach myself and it’s driving me mad. Thankfully, he must sense my need, because he reaches behind himself, rubbing me on top of my pants before slipping a hand underneath the waistband.
It only lasts a second, though, before he removes his hand, grabbing onto my headboard, getting to work, fucking my face ruthlessly. Balls slapping my chin, pelvis grinding against my nose, he bares his pearly-white teeth as his coal-black eyes zero in on the way his cock disappears down my throat.
Tears fall down my face, wetting the bed below me as spit dribbles from my lips. Pulling out, he slides his dick up until his balls dangle over my mouth. My tongue darts out, lapping them up before sucking one into my mouth, making his eyes roll back.
An idea forms in my mind—a risky one—and I bring my finger up to my mouth, sucking on it before replacing it with another heavy ball. He watches me with rapt attention as I slip my hand behind his balls, massaging over his taint a little before I trail even farther.
Zeke’s eyes darken as the pad of my index finger circles his tight, puckered hole. My heart is racing in my chest as I test out the waters, so hard I’m surprised I don’t crack a rib.
His balls are still in my mouth, but he pulls back enough to slide his length back in instead just as the very tip of my finger breeches the muscle. A gargled type of groan leaves him as I smirk around his length, body fucking soaring at what he’s allowing me to do.
He rocks slowly in my mouth, staying deep as I work my finger in a little deeper. By the time I get up to the second knuckle, he starts moving faster. Longer thrusts turn quicker as he simultaneously fucks my throat and himself on my finger at the same time.
Never do I try to add any more than the one digit, but Idocurl it, searching for that spot I know I can find. The one that’ll make him lose his mind. I know right when I find it because he jerks, his hands on the headboard blanching under the force he’s using, and his body trembles above me.
