Both my hands move to cradle the back of his head as I use his hot, wet mouth. His bloodshot eyes peer up at me, and mine down at him, as I watch myself disappear between his swollen, red lips.
“Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me, baby.” My palm cracks down on the side of his cheek as I thrust myself deeper, a smirk pulling on my lips as I further taunt him, because I simply can’t fucking get enough of his lust-fueled anger. “Almost as good ashefelt.”
He glowers, eyes shifting into thin, angry slits as he yanks on the restraints to no avail. Part of me wonders if he’ll try to bite down on my dick. He tries to turn his head, but I tighten my grip, not giving him even an inch of budge.
“I don’t think so,cariño,” My hips snap a little harder, pushing a little deeper, tears streaming steadily out of his eyes now. Reaching behind me, but never taking my eyes off him, I grab the chain connecting the nipple clamps, tugging roughly. He cries out around my cock, eyebrows pinching together in pain. “You’re not finished until I say you’re finished. Now,suck melike you fucking mean it, and maybe I’ll consider letting you come.”
17
TRAVIS
There hasn’t ever been a time in my life when I can remember being so unequivocallypissed offand turned on at the same time. I’m so fucking horny, I can’t think straight. I’ve been deniedtwoorgasms, and now my throat is stuffed full ofhimwhile my nipples are on fire as he tugs painfully hard on the clamps.
And I want to complain about it. I want to say I hate it.
But I don’t. Not even a little bit.
Every sense is doused in Mateo. I see, smell, taste, touchallof him. He’s lodged so far into my throat, cock so fucking thick it barely fits. Spit is seeping out of the corners of my mouth, eyes watering, nose running. He’s everywhere. It’s like he knows exactly what I want—what I need—without me even having to tell him. He’s the big, gruff, dominating type I love to submit to.
AndChrist, it’s fucking annoying. It would be easier if he was shit in bed. It would make hating him easier. As it is right now, I’d probably do just about anything he asked me to do if it meant he’d put his hands back on my cock again. It’s still so hard, it’s got its own heartbeat, and I’m restrained, so I can’t even touch myself.
The hold he has on the chain has lessened as he continues to pump into my mouth, the pain easily turning into scorching hot pleasure. He tugs gently, the clamps having an unforgiving hold on me, and I can’t even help the way my eyes roll back as I moan around him. The throaty, husky sound ofhismoans meets my ears, causing my eyes to snap back open, landing right on him. The sound sends warmth through my already feverish body, and my mind suddenly hyper focuses on getting him to moan like that because ofmeagain.
His gaze on me, from where he is towering over me, makes my blood pump harder in my veins, sending my nerve endings blazing. Under the red glow, his eyes appear black as he watches me suck his cock. His lips are parted, the silver of his tongue ring glinting in the candlelight. The tendons in his neck are pulled taut, chest muscles flexing with each brutal thrust.
“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. Such agood fucking boy.” His brows pinch together, teeth biting down on his bottom lip. He wraps a hand snug around my throat, squeezing enough to cut off some of my air supply as his huge cock cuts off the rest. “I wanna come down your throat, make you swallow me down while you fight for air.”
His words shouldn’t turn me on, shouldn’t saturate my veins with a salacious need I don’t quite understand, but they do.
“But this time…” he says, his voice strained as he continues to pump into me. “This time I want to fill yourtight fucking cuntwith my cum until it’s dripping out of you, and you’re nothing more than asloppy. Fucking. Slut.”
He pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaning down to crash his lips against mine, tongue diving in mercilessly. It’s quick and messy, and when it’s over, he cranks my head toward him as he growls into my ear, sending a wicked chill down my spine. “Myslut.”
I don’t know which part I should be more concerned about; the “this time” part, indicating he thinks there will be anext time, the“myslut” part, or the part where he just assumes I’m a bottom—that there’d be no way someone likemewould do the fucking. But as he positions himself between my legs, the realization hits me that I’m too fucking gone to care. The shame and regret will probably hit later, but that’s future Travis’s problem.
This is the first time I’m getting a good look at Mateo’s cock, andfuckkkme, it’s nice. It’s dark and thick—sofucking thick—and his glistening tip pokes out from his foreskin. He’s bigger than me, by at least a couple of inches, and I know with absolute certainty, he’s going to fill me so fucking good.
He grabs the bottle of oil from the bed, pouring some in his hand before slathering it along his shaft. When his cock is lubed up enough, he brings slick fingers to my hole, pushing a thick digit past the tight muscle, a hiss escaping me at the intrusion. He wastes no time working a second finger in, grazing my prostate as he works me open.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he purrs. “You’re gonna takeevery. Single. Inch, and you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done. You’ll beg me for more.”
With his face cast in shadows, under the red glow of the candles, he looks like Satan himself. Like he crawled his way from beneath the crust of the earth to break me down and tear me apart. Trepidation buries itself deep in my gut as I swallow over the unease balling up in my throat. Letting him fuck me is abadidea.
I know it is.
But as he grabs my thigh in a bruising hold, lining himself up, I don’t stop him.
I don’t want to.
And when he pushes inside, filling me fuller than I’ve ever felt, all logical reasoning as to why this is a terrible idea vanishes. The ache as he stretches me is overwhelming, my chest rumbling with a low groan as he pumps in and out of me, giving me no time to adjust.
I’d expect nothing less from him.
“Fuck, cariño…” The blunt tips of his nails dig into the meaty flesh of my thigh, the bite of pain only adding to the full feeling of his cock in me. “Your pussy’s sotight, baby. You feel sogood.”
My face heats at his fucked-up praise. I desperately wish he’d touch me, stroke me.
He pulls all the way out before reaching up and gripping my chest, slamming back into my ass hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
