“You’re living art, Prince.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, chest lifting at the compliment. He redoubled his efforts, grinding into me.
“Come ride Daddy’s cock.” I pressed my head into his hole and he took me, thick head to balls in one go. “Fuck.”
His eyes never left mine as he raised up on his knees and hovered over me for a moment before, sliding down on my length, taking me over and over. My dick throbbed and ached inside him as he so expertly rode me.
“I could watch you ride me forever.”
“You’re going to make me come with compliments like that, Daddy.” He rolled his hips, changing the pace and making me absolutely desperate to fill him.
I sat up, grabbing him by his length, squeezing the warm lights into him, and taking back control of the pace. He fought me but I found his throat again, which pacified Aiden for the moment. Slowly, I lowered us both so he laid out over me, all his control taken from him. Pressing my heels into the bed, I found a punishingly slow pace, keeping hold of him by both dick and neck.
“I can’t take it, Daddy.”
“Can’t take what?”
“Your cock.” His words faded into a whimper, only to cry out when I hit his prostate. “I want to come so bad.” Need laced in every word.
“I think you should talk to me more first.”
“What! No.”
I slowed my strokes at his objection. “Every time you deny me, I will get slower, Aiden Adler.”
He huffed. “I’ve talked and talked. Fucking is not talking time.”
Another half a pace slower. “I need you to open up.”
“Your cock is buried to the hilt inside me. I think I’m open.” He clenched around my base to prove his point.
“You’ve opened your body, yes. And I love it but I need your mind, too. I won’t be satisfied until I have every part of you.”
“Later.”
I stopped, fully seated inside him, cock twitching, my body fighting me. “I can stay like this all night.”
He attempted to rock his hips, in a deep grind, but I tightened my hold on his cock, locking him in place. “Is later what you want, or are you fighting me to be a brat?”
“Maybe I am.” He snarled, trying again but finding himself rendered immobile, breathing hard in his effort.
“You’re half my size, Prince. I will flip you under me and keep my cock right here” —I moved half an inch— “teasing your prostate on the edge of release for hours.”
“I don’t want to talk.” He set his jaw but his words were getting less and less convincing.
“The punishments are mounting. You’re going to tell me how you are before I continue.”
Seconds ticked by and he said nothing.
“Do you want me to stop asking?” It was the only out I would give him. “This is your chance and I will let it go, but I don’t think you want me to let it go.”
Eight
AIDEN
“No.”
“What was that?” he asked with amusement edging into his voice.
“Don’t fucking stop. I do want to talk to you.” I wasn’t sure how he knew but Jensen always knew. “But if you make me talk I want you to open up too.”
“That’s what I thought.” He stroked his fingers down my throat and trailed them over my taught nipple. “What do you need to tell me?”
“I’m worried about Adam being mad at me, and I was taking it out on you. There is a lot going on right now.”
“I’d much rather you talk to me so I understand why you need to be taken care of.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and I started to relax, tension I didn’t know I was holding. He always seemed to know what I needed when I needed it.
“There is more going on than you’re saying?” Jensen mused.
“Maybe. I don’t know. Family stuff. I’ll talk about it later.”
“Of course.” He started to rock again. “What is it you want me to open up about?”
“I want to know you,” it was the most honest I could be. “You have so many secrets, and I can feel them built up inside you. I feel like my brother doesn’t even know.”
“I will open up. I promise, but not while I’m inside you. Some of it isn’t pleasant.”
“Thank you,” I arched over him and his grip loosened, letting me move.
“You feel good wrapped around my cock. This might be my new favorite position.”
“Why?” I asked, too curious to bite back the word.
“Because you’re spread out and open for me, exposed so I can touch any place I want to. All of you a canvas for my play.” To emphasize his point, he drew his nails over my abs.
I squirmed, imagining all the ways he would touch me. “I like being your canvas.” My voice hitched, and my cock bounced wanting badly to give in to the orgasm building in my gut.
“Hold it back.”
“I know.”
“Such good manners.” He circled his fingers around my hips. “Such a beautiful Prince.”
I was glowing under his praise. I wanted to bathe in it. Coat myself and carry it with me always, but that’s what his bruises were for. Each mark reminded me of his words.
“I like making you happy.”
He rocked his hips. “Were those words?”
“Fuck you.” I groaned, closing my eyes.
He stilled. “You are fucking me. Or trying.”
“Let me come.” I was whining and I didn’t care.
“I want to know how you feel after your brother’s reaction. The more you talk, the more you get my cock.”
“This is not fucking fair!” I muttered under my breath about him being a douche.
“I can hear you.”
“When I mutter I pretend you can’t.”
“You do realize it doesn’t take away from your punishment, right?” He squeezed my dick mercilessly.
I nodded, biting my lip and suppressing a moan. “Yes, Daddy.”
He was silent. Not a moan, or sound. He could have been dead from a heart attack for all I knew.
“Did you die?”
“You aren’t that good in bed.”
I huffed. “Rude.”
“Yes, you are, Prince.”
I flinched, hating when he called me ‘Prince’ and not ‘his’ Prince. The silence extended between.
“What if I get soft like this?” I threw out as a last-ditch effort to try and win the standoff.
He didn’t say a word, but he released my dick and slid two fingers inside me, joining his cock, the stretch burning through my entire body. And then he brushed my prostate, making my legs shake.
My balls tightened and my cock pulsed. I clenched my teeth, breathing through the near orgasm. I held it back by the thinnest margin.
“How dare you!” My entire body was thrumming. I couldn’t see straight.
“Hmmm? What did I do?” He stroked the spot again and I cried out.
“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
“You are going to kill me.” My lower lip stuck.
“I sure hope so, then maybe you’ll speak.”