Page 35 of Chasing After You (Twisted Desires #3)

Josh

“ Oh, fu —” A short, strangled moan punched out of me before I had the chance to smother it, raising the eyebrows of a few close bystanders. I shifted on my feet and gave them a strained smile. “Sorry, the car snacks must be getting to me.”

Heads nodded, and the conversation continued on. I tried to act like I was still paying attention, but in actuality, I was frantically scanning through the crowd to find Dorian, while simultaneously cursing him in my head.

It’d already taken immeasurable effort to walk around and engage with all of Paul’s buddies with my cock being strangled by its metal cage and the butt plug shifting and nudging my swollen prostate with what seemed like every step. But now the goddamn thing in my ass was vibrating!

I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, hoping desperately that my face appeared normal to everyone around me. I’d be beyond mortified if Paul became known as “the one with a perverted nephew who gets off on sex toys publicly.”

“Kid, you doing alright? Why don’t we take a seat?” Paul’s concerned voice filtered through my horny panic.

“Okay,” I chimed, maybe a little too high-pitched.

He led me towards a circle of mismatched chairs around an unlit firepit. I sucked in a deep breath and tentatively lowered myself onto a blue Adirondack. Sitting down was a different kind of torture. The toy, still humming away, was pushed deeper into me, my belly clenching at the feeling.

My dick throbbed in its bondage, wanting so badly to get fully hard. My thighs pressed together, my hands clenching the edge of the seat.

Where the fuck was my boyfriend?

The chairs around me began to fill, laughter and relaxed chatter surrounding me.

“I’ll go grab you a water. Be right back,” Paul said, walking away to find one of the many coolers strewn about the lot.

I shivered, the sound of nearby conversations fading away.

My eyes slid shut, and it was like I was suddenly alone with my growing pleasure.

My hole clenched around the plug, eagerly soaking up the vibrations.

Oh god, I wanted to come. No, scratch that, I wanted Dorian’s cock to fuck my orgasm out of me.

Dorian’s fat, veiny—

“There you are.”

My eyelids fluttered open, my gaze hazy from unshed tears and smoldering need. I let out a breathy sigh of relief at the sight of my Dom and the smug smile etched across his face.

“You look a little flushed. Everything alright?” he said slyly.

I huffed, “Please,” my voice small and unsteady.

Dorian smirked, pulling the chair next to me even closer before sitting down, his legs bumping against mine. Leaning in, he whispered, “Do you need to come?”

I nodded quickly, casting what I hoped to be a pleading gaze at him.

“Hmmm.”

“W-what?” I mumbled.

“If you can come without getting hard, then be my guest.”

“Can’t you—”

“Nope, not until we get to the hotel room,” he said, looking thoroughly to be enjoying my suffering.

I bit back a whine that had crawled up my throat and shifted in my seat, breath quickening as the movement stirred the plug inside of me.

Dorian tutted at me, predatory intent in his eyes. “My poor angel. We have at least another six hours here.”

* * *

I was going to go insane if I couldn’t come soon.

It had been a little over three hours of Dorian turning the toy on and off, and brushing his hand over my ass every once in a while.

I wasn’t sure when, but Dorian had started speaking for me, parading me around to the folks I’d met only a few hours earlier, as if he was enforcing his claim on me—again.

Pre-cum was steadily dripping from my cock, dampening the front of my underwear. I was about to ask to go to the bathroom, just to be able to get away from the masses, when Dorian pushed me against the wall of the warehouse and captured my chin in his grip.

I suddenly realized that we were alone. Dorian must have walked us around the back of the building without me even noticing.

With my chin still in his hold, he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. I parted my lips just barely, letting the digit slip into my mouth. I held his heated gaze as my tongue twisted around it, the taste of salt and smoke flooding my senses.

“I have a deal for you, angel,” he groaned softly.

I hummed around his thumb in question. “I know you’re struggling.

Some of the men are looking at you like they want to hold you down and fuck you, and I can’t have that.

So, if you get down on your knees right here, right now, and let me fuck that tight throat of yours, then we’ll leave early and you can come your brains out at the hotel. Sound good?”

I whimpered, asking, “W-what if someone s-sees?” Although with Dorian’s thumb pressing down on my tongue, it probably sounded more like, “ Wah ift sum won shees? ”

“I doubt anyone will come back here for a while, but if they do, then they’ll just see what a good whore I have, won’t they?”

I moaned, nodding my head. Dorian’s pupils blew out, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs.

“Good boy. Now, kneel for me. Kneel for your little brother, angel,” he rasped, his hands finding my shoulders and gently pushing me downwards. I dropped, grunting at the sting of the gravel against my knees.

My hands fluttered at his waistband for a second before latching on and shakily unbuckling him. It took two attempts before my trembling fingers were finally able to unzip his jeans.

Dorian helpfully pulled his pants to mid-thigh, leaving his tight black boxer briefs for me to deal with.

I surged forward, earning a rough moan from him as I sucked on the head of his dick through the thin material. I breathed in deeply, flooding my senses with the strong, masculine scent of him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I then caught the waistband of his underwear in my teeth, pulling them down to reveal his hard length. A bead of pre-cum awaited me at the tip of his penis, beckoning me forward to gather his taste on my tongue.

I sucked the reddened head into my mouth and let my tongue begin exploring. Little by little, I slid down further, my tongue flicking against each piercing, until eventually his tip was pressing against the entrance to my throat.

“Gonna let me in like a good little cocksucker?” Dorian asked, voice tight. I moaned my assent, blinking up at him with my hole rhythmically milking the thick toy filling it.

Without warning, Dorian’s hips punched forward, his cock forcing itself into my throat. I choked at the intrusion, breathing through it like he’d taught me to.

My eyes watered as he buried himself down the convulsing channel, his heavy balls pushing against my chin.

“Fuck,” he cursed, tangling my hair in one hand and using the other to press against the dirty warehouse wall. My dick strained against its cage, sensitive, overheated skin pressing against the bars, begging for freedom.

He drew his cock back out from the depths of my throat, until only the very tip remained on my tongue. Then, with an animalistic growl, he slammed all the way back in, his balls smacking against my face.

Dorian panted harshly as he began to fuck into me, his expression of pleasure only enhancing my own desperate need to come.

“Take it,” he grunted loudly, his hips thrusting wildly. “Fucking take it, slut. My slut. Mine.”

I squirmed, thighs squeezing together, praying to come.

Dorian fucked my throat until my vision began to blur at the edges, using me like I was an inanimate cocksleeve, only existing as a jerk-off tool for him.

“I’m about to— Coming, fuck! ” he shouted, his hand in my hair tightening as he shuddered and released deep in my throat. He held me flush to his pelvis as he rode through the waves of his orgasm, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into me.

When he finally finished and released his grip on my hair, I collapsed back onto my haunches, like a puppet cut from its strings. I sucked in big gulps of air, my dick throbbing in pain at being denied its chance to come.

Dorian looked down at me, taking in my heaving chest, glazed eyes, and swollen, wrecked lips.

“P-p-please,” I stuttered, my voice broken.

“I know, baby, I know. You did so well. Let’s get you taken care of,” he said, tucking his spent cock away and pulling his pants back up.

He smiled and helped me stand on trembling legs.

“Hotel,” I muttered into his shoulder, leaning on him for support as he led us back around the building.

“Yep, going straight there. Just need to tell your old man that we’re leaving.”

I kept my eyes unfocused, wanting to ignore any questioning looks aimed our way. We stopped briefly by Paul, with Dorian explaining that I got sick and needed to go to the hotel to rest.

Paul hesitated, sounding a bit worried and a bit wary, but ultimately patted my shoulder and sent me off with plans to get breakfast in the morning.

The drive to the hotel was short since it was just down the road from the meetup. Dorian left me in the car while he handled the check-in process at the front desk.

When he returned a few minutes later to retrieve me and our overnight bags, he chuckled at my disheveled appearance. “Almost there.”

I rose from the passenger seat, cringing at the shifting of the plug inside me. Dorian grabbed both of our bags and led me to a side entrance. Swiping the room key, the door unlocked, and we entered a long hallway with elevators nearby.

As we got on the empty elevator, Dorian pushed the button for the sixth floor and casually leaned against the wall. I stood on the opposite side of the small space, not wanting anything remotely sexual to be caught on a security camera. Dorian smirked knowingly at my choice.

He watched me closely during the ride, smiling widely when we reached our floor and the elevator’s metal doors slid open to let us out.

Hastily, he walked down the hallway to find our room, reading the room numbers aloud as he passed each one. At least I wasn’t the only eager one.