As I stroked faster, precum began to pearl on my cockhead. Dragging the pad of my thumb along the tip, I then slipped the digit into my mouth and sucked the salty bitterness.
A familiar surge of electricity shot to my balls, and I shivered. But I needed more. Needed that hard edge before I let myself go.
I closed my eyes, parted my legs wider, and tugged at my drawn-up nutsack—just beyond the ache, which brought me closer to the brink of coming.
Then a memory of when Decker first touched me slid into my mind. I groaned as that night—so long ago—played out like a movie.
It had been just the two of us, in his father’s Cadillac Seville. He was almost eighteen and I had just turned seventeen. Decker had told me it was his birthday gift to me. At the time, I had been so desperate for his touch that I would have done anything—would have let him do anything to me. Even risk getting caught in his asshole father’s prized possession.
Decker had edged me mercilessly until the yearning to blow had engulfed my senses, and I came within three minutes of him sucking me while he had a finger in my ass. What had been even more fantastical about that night was that he swallowed every bit of my cum, then he kissed me.
I sucked in a deep breath and released all the pent-up anxiety gnarled in my gut. My grip tightened around my steely shaft, as a low groan slipped past my lips. My hips moved in rhythm with each firm stroke, and the bed began to creak.
Fuck—I was so damn close and I bucked faster, chasing my orgasm.
Then the bedroom door banged open, catching me off guard.
Decker stood in the threshold, breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with fury. He’d caught me stroking myself and I didn’t give a shit if he watched.
Chapter Fifteen
Decker
“What the fuck?” I charged into the bedroom and slammed the door. My attention dropped to Krew’s steely pole, still fixed in his grip, before my eyes slid up his chest, past his parted lips, and stopped at his lust filled eyes.
He held my gaze, the desire in them taunting me as his lips curved into a wicked smile. He was testing my patience, but he’d soon find out that there were repercussions to his teasing.
“Are you purposefully fucking with me?” I growled low, as my focus returned to his engorged cock and the now-slow slide of his hand.
“Hmm,” Krew groaned.
“I need to teach you a lesson about keeping quiet.” I stepped to the bed, my legs pressed against the mattress. So close. I gave no warning to Krew before I climbed on top of him and slapped his hand away from his cast-iron length. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself either.”
He opened his mouth to tell me what—to fuck off? I narrowed my eyes and slowly shook my head no, daring him to talk.
Krew’s throat worked, but he kept his mouth shut. Good.
As I studied his tatted body, I ground my covered shaft against his rod. “If you want this prize…” It took everything in me not to come right there. “You have to show me you can be quiet.”
“It would be a better incentive if you were naked,” he breathed, as his hands slid up my jean-covered thighs.
I snagged his hands and shoved them over his head, wishing I had a set of handcuffs to bind him to the wrought iron headboard. “Leave them right there,” I commanded, then leaned down—torso to torso and pressed my nose in his armpit and inhaled deep. “I missed your smell.”
“There’s a better place to put your mouth,” Krew whispered, as he undulated his hips.
“I still need to teach you to shut up.” I bit his right pec. Hard. Leaving teeth marks and a reddening bruise.
He hissed, arching his hips upward against me and silently mouthed, “Please.”
I wanted to bite him again, and again. Leave my marks on his skin, own him like I had when we were young. Then lick those bruised spots until he purred out my name with desperate want.
Biting Krew wouldn’t be to punish him for talking, moaning—or even touching what was offered to me. No. It would be for the way Krew was making me feel. Possessive. Hungry. And downright surly. I wanted to be balls deep in this man. I wanted the heat of his touch on my skin. His lips bruising my mouth. His cum down my throat. And most of all, I wanted to be surrounded by his love?—
No.
The thunderous echoes of that single word as it ricocheted through my mind shifted my perception to what was right in front of me. Krew, lying there, exposed and vulnerable. The repercussion of being so exposed would only lead into heartbreak. For him.
I refused to let this be emotional. I had no room for it—not with all the fucked-up monsters in my head.
