Then he positioned himself back where he had been, between Tenner’s spread thighs, looking up his torso.
This time, Tenner pulled at the socks binding his hands and thrust his hips down into the bed. “Good boy,” Ross said again, running his tongue along the pale skin of his inner thigh. Down, down, down, right to the crease, and Tenner’s heavy balls.
He tongued one, sucking lightly at the skin, and Tenner murmured, his hips flexing again. God, he was so sensitive. Then he snagged a pillow and shoved it under Tenner’s hips, and parted him again, licking without mercy.
“Oh wow,” Tenner gibbered. “Oh, damn. You… you weren’t kidding. That’s amazing. Oh God, Ross? Something more? Something harder? Please? Please? I’m begging. When I begged you—ah….”
Ross slid a finger inside him, stretching some more, playing, but not pumping. He took the opportunity to run his tongue from the base of Tenner’s cock, which in the light was impressive and girthy, to the tip, tormenting the bell a little, lapping the precome like nectar.
He’d tease and feel Tenner quiver, tease some more, and savor his shudder, and the way his breath shook from his throat. Ross himself was hard enough to ache, and he was careful not to grind too much against the bed because he could, very realistically, lose control and come.
He snicked the lube bottle to dump some slick, and then added another finger inside Tenner’s tight passage. He could feel Tenner’s moan against the palm of his hand. Tenner’s back arched and Ross flicked his bottom barely hard enough to sting.
“Bastard,” Tenner muttered, shoving his hips down again.
“Want me to stop?” Ross asked, tasting the head of his cock again. His precome was so sweet, it was all Ross could do to keep from gobbling it down.
“N… n… no….” Tenner let out a moan.
So Ross stopped. “Is that no, don’t stop, or no, don’t keep going?” He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but God, having Tenner at his mercy made him hot.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck me. God, fuck me.”
“Fingers or cock?” Ross tantalized some more, adding a third finger to his ass. Tenner arched his back again, and this time, Ross took the thrust of his cock straight to the back of his throat.
“Cock!” Tenner begged. “Please, cock!”
“Are you sure?” Ross taunted. He dumped some more lube on his fingers and stretched, playing with the fourth at Tenner’s entrance.
“Please!” Tenner snarled, and Ross pulled his fingers out and leaned his head against Tenner’s thigh, closing his eyes and counting to five to keep from coming.
“Ross?”
“You destroy me,” Ross said gruffly, shoving up the bed and knocking the toys aside. He reached up and grabbed Tenner’s hands, wrestling briefly with the sock. Tenner flexed his fingers and then met Ross’s eyes.
“Ross?”
“Destroy,” Ross whispered, taking his mouth. He pulled back and positioned himself at Tenner’s entrance. “Annihilate.” He closed his eyes and thrust in, glad for the time he’d spent stretching, because Tenner gripped him tight and slick and sure. “Ah, gods. Obliterate.” He pulled back and thrust forward. “Unmake.” Kiss, long and slow and sweet while he lost himself in heaven. “Unravel. Undo.”
Tenner moaned into his mouth, and Ross kept thrusting, losing his words.
Please. Please! The difference between a plea and a command had blurred, the edge of passion honed sharp on the distinction.
Tenner wouldn’t bow. Tenner wouldn’t give. He was who he was, and Ross didn’t have the strength to change him. Ross needed what he had to give, and Ross had to be the one to bend.
He thrust hard into Tenner now, his hips pistoning, his rhythm merciless. Tenner had gone beyond moaning and was crying out, keening in arousal, gibbering in need.
He needed, and Ross had to give him and give him and give him….
Everything.
Ross rocked back onto his knees and pulled Tenner up with him, penetrating again and attacking from a new angle. Tenner’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back in abandon, and his cock flopped hard against his abdomen, full and leaking.
Ross slowed down enough to grab it, to milk it in time with his thrusts, and as he rubbed his thumb across the head, squeezing under the bell, Tenner arched up in a loud, unapologetic howl.
His spend jerked slowly from his cockhead and leaked onto Ross’s fist until Tenner fell back against the bed.
Ross raised a hand covered in ejaculate to his mouth and tasted, and it was the tang of come that sent him over, pumping into Tenner’s body, as unmade as he’d known he would be.
He fell forward, shaking, his hips still in rut, and buried his face against Tenner’s chest. When Tenner stroked his hair back, stroked his cheek, his shoulders and back, Ross knew he was done for.
He’d tried. He’d tried so hard for hard-core, no-holds-barred sex. He’d even gone for kink because it seemed to turn Ten’s key.
But there was a rawness to Tenner—an honesty and realness—that didn’t play games and couldn’t be denied.
At least, Ross couldn’t deny him.
He pushed over to the side and kept gulping air, turning his head so he could rub Tenner’s chest for his own amusement.
“So…,” he said, pulling together a cocky smile like he hadn’t just been shattered.
“Bet you think you’re something after that,” Tenner said, giving a sly smile of his own.
“Not so’s you’d notice.” Ross’s grin cranked up a notch. God, Tenner was stunning.
“I’ve got your come leaking out of my ass,” Tenner murmured in wonder. “That’s… damn.” He gave a sexy little shiver, and if Ross hadn’t come twice in less than an hour, he might have thought about getting hard again.
“You want me to clean it up for you?” Ross mumbled, and he would have done it—God, anything to hear Tenner beg again.
“No,” Tenner said dreamily. “Leave it. It’s proof you were inside me.”
Ross leaned in close to take his mouth again, and as he did so, with his hand he knocked one of the articles he’d pulled out of the drawer. It was the smaller, nonvibrating one. He smiled at it, some of his kink and play returning through the haze of spent desire.
“Here,” he murmured, “prop up your other leg.”
Tenner did without question, making himself more accessible, and Ross used the lubricant and come still at Tenner’s entrance to pop the plug smoothly in.
Tenner’s eyes opened a little more, and his mouth made a round moue in surprise.
“Keep my come inside you,” Ross whispered in his ear. “Keep yourself open for me. That’s mine now, you hear? And this is far from over.”
Tenner dropped his leg and rolled to face him. “Yeah?” he asked, a fine tremble passing over him from being stimulated all over again.
“Yeah,” Ross whispered, liking Tenner’s eyes like this, the pupils so blown from passion, Ross couldn’t tell if they were black or brown.
“Good,” Tenner said, lashes fluttering closed. Another fine tremor passed through him, but he fell asleep like that, his arousal not quite spent, his body dilated and ready for Ross’s possession again in the night.