Page 24
Story: Petty AF
A delicate pink flush spread across his skin when I added a second digit, and a loud, needy groan echoed around the room. His stomach quivered, his cock jerked, and his nipples stiffened, tightening into hard peaks.
His cries rose in pitch and volume when I inserted a third finger, sawing into his heated channel with deliberate slowness. He was breathtaking in his desire, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Once I was confident in his readiness, I pulled away, smirking at his whined protests. I rolled off him and settled against the headboard, my shoulders pressing into the cold, padded leather as I dragged him onto my lap. I still didn’t entirely trust the thin leash I had on my control, and allowing him to set the tempo felt like the safer option.
“Oh, thank fuck,” River breathed as he straddled my hips and gripped the base of my cock.
Lining the crown up with his entrance, he took a deep breath and released it slowly as he sank over me, taking me inside him inch by torturous inch. He bottomed out with a ragged groan—his pert ass pressed flush against my groin—and stilled.
My answering growl filled the room, but I battled back the desire to thrust into him, giving him the time he needed to adjust to the invasion. Instead, I settled one hand on his hip and stroked his chest and arms with the other.
He was so fucking tight. So hot. His velvet walls contracted around my cock in rhythmic waves, massaging, milking, and driving me out of my mind.
I closed my eyes and held myself rigidly when he began to move, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of sensations. Butevery rise and fall, every smooth glide, threatened to snap my self-control.
“Deaton.” His breath fanned against my face, warm and enticing. “Deaton, look at me.”
I blinked, doing as he asked, meeting his penetrating gaze.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He continued to ride me, his movements slow and careful.
I shook my head. “I’m not in control, baby.”
“Good.” His eyes flashed with challenge. “Unless you’re saying you don’t want me.”
Insulted that he would think that, I surged upright, my eyes instantly shifting to their lupine counterpart as my control slipped even more. Growling, I pushed his arms behind his back, gathering his wrists in one hand and wrapping the other gently around his throat.
“You have no idea the depraved things I want to do to you.”
His eyes widened, but not in fear. Raw, unfiltered desire shined back at me, and the pungent scent of his lust filled my head. His hips jerked, sucking me even deeper into his warm body.
The force of his need was overwhelming, searing away the last of my restraint. With a dark, possessive growl, I reversed our positions, rolling him beneath me on the mattress, our bodies still joined at the hips. Gathering his wrists again, I stretched his arms over his head, pinning his hands to the bed.
“You fight dirty,” I told him as I thrust hard and deep.
He cried out, his head whipping back and forth on the comforter. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I surged into him again, pumping my hips faster. “Hard and rough? You like it when I take what I want, don’t you?”
“Yes!” he yelled, his voice ringing throughout the room. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.”
Lost in him, feral with hunger, I rutted against him, every punishing snap of my hips pushing him up the mattress. A string of incoherent babble spilled from his mouth, interspersed with throaty moans and shouted curses.
Teetering on the brink, straddling the edge of no return, our eyes met, held, an understanding passing between us, an acknowledgement that everything was about to change.
Then he turned his head, baring his throat in both surrender and invitation.
I struck hard and fast, burying my canines into the supple skin as I pounded into him, dragging us both toward the precipice. I didn’t linger, though. Guided by something outside of my control, I lifted my head, scoring the side of my tongue on the tip of my canine before slanting my mouth over his.
The moment our tongues brushed together, warmth exploded inside my chest, then radiated out to other parts of my body. My heart pounded like a war drum, and every muscle clenched tight as the threads of fate solidified into an unbreakable connection.
Crying out my name, River bowed up from the bed, his cock detonating, expelling ropes of hot cum that painted his chest and abs. Unable to hold back, I followed him over the edge, my thrusts jerky as I spilled in waves, filling him with my release.
A growl ripped from my throat when the head of my cock swelled, lodging deep inside my mate. River cried out again, his breaths coming in desperate pants as another stream of semen spilled from his softening erection.
I rocked my hips gently, prolonging his pleasure until the knot finally receded. Then I eased out of him and collapsed by his side, pulling him into my arms as I fought to catch my breath. We were quiet for a long time, content to simply hold each other while we reveled in the peace of the afterglow.
Some semblance of higher brain functioning had just started to return when River jerked back with a hiss. At the same time,I felt a sting on my palm, a superficial burn that seemed to emanate from within.
His cries rose in pitch and volume when I inserted a third finger, sawing into his heated channel with deliberate slowness. He was breathtaking in his desire, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Once I was confident in his readiness, I pulled away, smirking at his whined protests. I rolled off him and settled against the headboard, my shoulders pressing into the cold, padded leather as I dragged him onto my lap. I still didn’t entirely trust the thin leash I had on my control, and allowing him to set the tempo felt like the safer option.
“Oh, thank fuck,” River breathed as he straddled my hips and gripped the base of my cock.
Lining the crown up with his entrance, he took a deep breath and released it slowly as he sank over me, taking me inside him inch by torturous inch. He bottomed out with a ragged groan—his pert ass pressed flush against my groin—and stilled.
My answering growl filled the room, but I battled back the desire to thrust into him, giving him the time he needed to adjust to the invasion. Instead, I settled one hand on his hip and stroked his chest and arms with the other.
He was so fucking tight. So hot. His velvet walls contracted around my cock in rhythmic waves, massaging, milking, and driving me out of my mind.
I closed my eyes and held myself rigidly when he began to move, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of sensations. Butevery rise and fall, every smooth glide, threatened to snap my self-control.
“Deaton.” His breath fanned against my face, warm and enticing. “Deaton, look at me.”
I blinked, doing as he asked, meeting his penetrating gaze.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He continued to ride me, his movements slow and careful.
I shook my head. “I’m not in control, baby.”
“Good.” His eyes flashed with challenge. “Unless you’re saying you don’t want me.”
Insulted that he would think that, I surged upright, my eyes instantly shifting to their lupine counterpart as my control slipped even more. Growling, I pushed his arms behind his back, gathering his wrists in one hand and wrapping the other gently around his throat.
“You have no idea the depraved things I want to do to you.”
His eyes widened, but not in fear. Raw, unfiltered desire shined back at me, and the pungent scent of his lust filled my head. His hips jerked, sucking me even deeper into his warm body.
The force of his need was overwhelming, searing away the last of my restraint. With a dark, possessive growl, I reversed our positions, rolling him beneath me on the mattress, our bodies still joined at the hips. Gathering his wrists again, I stretched his arms over his head, pinning his hands to the bed.
“You fight dirty,” I told him as I thrust hard and deep.
He cried out, his head whipping back and forth on the comforter. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I surged into him again, pumping my hips faster. “Hard and rough? You like it when I take what I want, don’t you?”
“Yes!” he yelled, his voice ringing throughout the room. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.”
Lost in him, feral with hunger, I rutted against him, every punishing snap of my hips pushing him up the mattress. A string of incoherent babble spilled from his mouth, interspersed with throaty moans and shouted curses.
Teetering on the brink, straddling the edge of no return, our eyes met, held, an understanding passing between us, an acknowledgement that everything was about to change.
Then he turned his head, baring his throat in both surrender and invitation.
I struck hard and fast, burying my canines into the supple skin as I pounded into him, dragging us both toward the precipice. I didn’t linger, though. Guided by something outside of my control, I lifted my head, scoring the side of my tongue on the tip of my canine before slanting my mouth over his.
The moment our tongues brushed together, warmth exploded inside my chest, then radiated out to other parts of my body. My heart pounded like a war drum, and every muscle clenched tight as the threads of fate solidified into an unbreakable connection.
Crying out my name, River bowed up from the bed, his cock detonating, expelling ropes of hot cum that painted his chest and abs. Unable to hold back, I followed him over the edge, my thrusts jerky as I spilled in waves, filling him with my release.
A growl ripped from my throat when the head of my cock swelled, lodging deep inside my mate. River cried out again, his breaths coming in desperate pants as another stream of semen spilled from his softening erection.
I rocked my hips gently, prolonging his pleasure until the knot finally receded. Then I eased out of him and collapsed by his side, pulling him into my arms as I fought to catch my breath. We were quiet for a long time, content to simply hold each other while we reveled in the peace of the afterglow.
Some semblance of higher brain functioning had just started to return when River jerked back with a hiss. At the same time,I felt a sting on my palm, a superficial burn that seemed to emanate from within.