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.
And I go feral for it.
There’s something about owning a standoffish, uptight asshole like Bran. It’s thrilling but also rewarding. The fact that I’m the only one who can see him fall apart on my cock is better than any drug.
“Harder,” he mutters, his hips jerking as he rubs his cock against the bed.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me harder. Don’t take it easy on me.”
“Baby. If you keep talking like that, I’ll break your ass.”
“Promises, promises.”
I burst out laughing and he smiles, but it morphs into a grunt when I pull out until only my crown is inside and then drive all the way in. The headboard bangs against the wall from the force of it.
“Ummf… I’m…fuck…”
“You like that?”
He loses the battle and buries his head in the sheets, nodding and releasing muffled noises.
Keeping one hand on his hip, I reach over and pull him back by a fistful of his hair. “Eyes on me when I fuck you. You wanted hard, right?”
He nods, his face turning red, lips parted.
“Kiss me, baby.”
He tugs on my lower lip with his teeth and plunges his tongue into my mouth as I drive into him with the intensity of a madman. The sound of his ass slapping against my groin fills the air and obliterates my sanity.
I fuck him hard, I fuck him deep, until he’s blathering in my mouth, releasing noises and words I don’t think he even knows the meaning of.
I love the way he completely lets go when my lips meet his. I love the way his muscles grip me like a vise, milking and swallowing me whole.
“Y-your piercings…” he grunts, voice hoarse against my mouth as he reaches for his dick and strokes himself savagely.
“What about them, baby?”
“They feel so fucking good… Fuck…you feel so fucking good, Niko.”
I’m done for.
A goner.
Absolutely decimated.
My hips jerk and I drive into him faster, harder, rougher. The way he likes it. “Come with me, baby.”
He groans, releasing a long moan as he works himself faster, matching my crazy rhythm.
“I’m… I’m… F-fuuuck…” His words end in a growl as his skin flushes and his lips part, his cum spraying all over the bed.
I devour his noises with my lips and he shudders, but he keeps rolling his hips and slapping his ass against my groin as I empty inside him with a groan.
“Fucking fuck…baby,” I breathe out as I bite his lower lip and he bites back with the same animalistic energy. His beast matches mine as he kisses me with a similar fever, still moving against me and milking me from my orgasm.
We keep kissing for some time until I realize the uncomfortable position he’s trapped in. He doesn’t complain about that, but he does protest when I wrench my lips from his and pull out of his ass.
His hole clenches around me and I moan at the feel of him. Jesus Christ. I can survive on fucking him alone.
My gaze follows the cum that spills out of him, trickling down his thighs and smearing his balls and spent cock.
I kneel behind him, pull his ass cheeks apart, and feast on the cum, licking and fucking it back inside him.
“Niko…what are you… Oh fuck… Jesus…f-fuuuck.”
He wiggles, but I slam a hand on his lower back to keep him in place. “Stay still, baby. We can’t waste any cum.”
I rumble against his rim and he shudders as I lick every drop clean.
By the time I’m done, his voice has turned hoarse and his cock is getting thicker by the second.
He’s sluggish as he turns on his back, his skin flushed red. A sheen of sweat covers him, and his face is caught in a pleased daze. I lick my lips and his gaze falls to them. I can’t help staring at his swollen mouth.
“You’ll kiss me?” he asks cautiously, hopefully, even.
“I’ll always kiss you, baby.” I fall on top of him, my lips crushing to his, my chest pressing on his muscles, and our limbs entangling.
Bran slurps on my tongue, drinking me, tasting me as he tosses my hair and messes it the fuck up.
The kiss is sloppy at best, but it’s fucking erotic. I’ve never kissed anyone after sex, but it’s vital with Bran.
I have to kiss him to feel him. To get beneath his skin and dismantle him.
Kissing had no meaning before this motherfucker. Now, it’s the damn center of my existence.
“Want us to be exclusive?” I ask against his mouth.
The lust slowly withers from his face, replaced by whatever demons that force him into autocratic control.
I curse myself for ruining the moment.
He blinks a few times and pushes me away. “You’re crushing me.”
I scoot to the side, falling back on the bed and propping myself up on my elbow. “You weren’t complaining about me crushing you when you had your tongue hooked on mine.”
“Jesus…” He stands up and I follow so that I’m in front of him.
“What do you say?”
“About what?” He faces away, seeming distracted as he studies his surroundings, looking anywhere but at me.
“You fucking heard me, Bran. Want us to be exclusive?”
“Why would I? I don’t want a relationship with you.”
Motherfucker. I can’t believe I was fucking this guy a few seconds ago. Now, I want to drive my fist in his goddamn face.
“So I can go fuck Simon and the dozens of others waiting in my contact list?”
This time, he whirls around and faces me, that menacing danger dancing in his coral-blue eyes.
Yes, baby. Feed me your fire.
“Fuck another person and we’re over, Nikolai.”
“That’s the definition of exclusive. Would it kill you to admit you want that?”