His mouth kissed mine and caught the urgent rhythm of my exhales. He breathed in my pain and returned it to me with the control he exercised over my body.
His hand moved up and grabbed a fistful of my hair. His lips collided with mine, turning the kiss ferocious and fierce. I bucked against the pain, needing to fight and assert my dominance, but Paul intensified the kiss, violently sucking and biting as I groaned and begged for more.
His hand yanked on my hair in time to the fisting of my cock. The two sensations warred with each other, dividing my attention until I was delirious for it to stop, but aching for him to push me harder, make it hurt more, and deepen the sensations flooding my body.
I slammed my hips forward. He ground his cock against mine, hips moving in a devilish dance as if we were fucking each other with only the thin barrier of his clothing between us. I reached for his waistband, but he slapped my hand away.
“No.” The chastisement brought me up short, and my body stilled. “You don’t get to control this.” Paul ripped his mouth from mine and stared at my lips before turning his attention to my eyes. “Do we have an understanding? Because I can stop. I’m wondering if you can do the same.”
I glared at him and removed my hand from his briefs. It didn’t go far, my hand settled on his hip, and I thrust forward. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I will take over.”
“You think you can?” His brow lifted in challenge, and his fingers released their death grip on my cock.
I slammed my hand over his, covering his fingers and closing mine. I wasn’t going to lose the momentum of the orgasm promised by this man’s hand.
“I know I can. Don’t make me. I want this.”
“Say that again.” His sharp command cut through the air.
The muscles of my jaw bunched, but I was too far gone to argue. I wanted this. We’d passed the point of no return when we made the promise to finish this later.
Later was now.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“Shit, don’t…” Don’t make me say it.
“Say it.” The hardness in his eyes said we weren’t moving forward until I did.
“Fine.” I hated admitting it, and it was worse to say it out loud, but damn if the thundering in my heart didn’t push me over the edge. Paul was an irresistible force. “Please don’t stop. I want this too much.”
“Who’s in control?”
“You are.”
Paul dove for my mouth, crushing his lips against mine as I stopped breathing. His hand tangled in my hair. His fist pumped my cock. He licked and curled his tongue into the corners of my mouth until I didn’t know which way was up. If he didn’t have me slammed against the wall, I would have fallen apart.
The swollen need between our legs, the passing seconds as he touched me, kissed me, were only promises of what would come.
“Touch me, Forest. Show me what you want.”
“With fucking pleasure.” I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before. Then I realized the undeniable truth between us. I’d been waiting for permission.
With any other man, I took what I wanted, how I wanted, and when I wanted it. With Paul, I waited for permission.
I shifted my hand off his and ran the backs of my knuckles along his turgid length. My mouth was dry, eager to take him in and swallow him whole.
Paul lifted his lips from mine. “Touch me.” His eyes closed in pleasure when I wrapped my fingers around the swollen length of his cock. “Hold me the way you like being held.”
“You don’t want me to hold you like that.” I stroked the underside of his cock, frustrated by the fabric separating us. I lifted my hand and placed it over his, squeezing tight. “I like it hard and filled with enough pain to make my balls draw up until I want to puke.”
His grip tightened beneath mine until I hissed with the pain.
“And what about whips?”
“The best warm-up around, but we’re past that, wouldn’t you say. I like ropes and restraints, the tighter, the better. Make me scream.”
“I’ll remember that for later.”
My hips jerked as his grip twisted unexpectedly and shot pain down my shaft, where it gathered in my balls.
“Fuck me already.” I slammed my head back against the wall, frustrated and aching to come. My erection strained harder as his fingers curled around my cock. I’d never get tired of the feeling of Paul taking me in hand. I’d fantasized about the guilty pleasure too long, and it didn’t seem real that I’d finally have a chance to feel him inside of me.
Paul ran his thumb over the crown of my cock, rubbing the slippery wet spot as he bent his head and bit at my neck. My eyes closed, and a tight groan slipped free.
The sharp edges of his teeth sank into the soft skin between my shoulder and neck. Pain shot through me. He bit so hard and deep I swore he drew blood. Not that I cared. Agony centered my thoughts on him. My balls tightened, and my hips bucked.
“Stop playing with me already.” I was moments from shooting hot cum all over his abdomen.
“If you think I’m playing, you’re in for a rude awakening.” His fist clenched viciously around my cock. He pulled me off my feet as he yanked me toward the bedroom. Paul glanced over at Sara, who’d been silent during the entire exchange. “You’re welcome to watch if you want, or join in if you prefer.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Forest
Sweet Jesus, I needed relief. Lust clouded my thoughts, and I’d forgotten about Sara, but the moment Paul mentioned her, all I could think about was needing her with us.
She wasn’t ready for something like this, but I needed to know she was okay with what was happening.
I had only a moment to quickly glance in her direction before Paul dragged me to the bedroom. He released his hold of my dick, and I faced the bed.
My pulse kicked into high gear as he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants and slid them down his hips.
“I bet you can’t wait to taste me.” His smirk sent a shot of heat to my aching dick.
“The thought has crossed my mind.”
“Mine too.”
I arched a brow, wondering if he would allow it. A shadow darkened the doorway, and I twisted around to find Sara peeking inside.
We’d talked about this, but I needed to know she was okay. I reached for her, not sure if she would take my hand. What was happening here didn’t involve her, and yet I wanted her to be some small part of it. Even if that was only to tell me everything would be okay.
Paul reached for a foil packet and ripped off the end as Sara stepped into the room. She took my hand.
“Hey.” I pulled her to my side.
“Hey.” She glanced up at me.
“Are you…”
Sara placed her hand on my chest. She had to feel the raging beat of my heart. “You two kiss like you’re fucking. Touch like you’re fighting.”
It seemed as if she wanted to say something else.
“And?”
Her attention shifted to Paul and dropped down to the condom sheathing his cock.
“It’s stunning.”
Paul licked his lips, watching the two of us. Then he pointed to a chair in the corner. “If you want to watch, sit there. If you want to join us, remove your clothes.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked to me.
God, if that’s not what I wanted, but I sensed her hesitation in the hitching of her breath. Sara shifted her weight, then moved to the corner.
Paul gripped my chin, forcing my attention back to him. “He wants us both, Miss Sara. Imagine what it’ll feel like when your mouth is on him, and he is on me? Or when I’m fucking him, setting the pace as he fucks you? It’ll be glorious.”
Sara folded herself into the chair and drew her knees up to her chest.
“But maybe another time.” Paul pressed down on my shoulder. “On your knees. I want your lips on me. Get me ready to fuck your ass.”
I lowered to my knees,
my eyes on Sara looking for any sign of interest, any sign of revulsion. She hadn’t reacted to what Paul had said. He knew my most desperate fantasy and put it out there between the three of us where it would either take root and grow or fester and rot until it broke us apart.
She bit her lower lip as I settled on my knees. The thought of taking Paul in my mouth excited me, but I ached for what would come next. Without his hand on me, my dick lost its stimulation and ached for Paul’s touch. Would he hold me while he fucked me? Would he allow my release as he took his?
Paul guided my mouth onto his cock, obliterating any thoughts swirling in my head. A low hiss escaped him, and he rocked his hips forward as I took him in.
“Fuuuuck, I knew you would feel good.” His fingers curled in my hair, giving him the control he craved. I willingly handed it over to him, allowing him to set the pace and the depth with which he fucked my mouth. “I’ll never force you to join us, but the invitation is always open. He belongs to you as much as me, but he deserves to have us both.”
With all my attention focused on his cock, I had no way to know if she responded at all.
Paul fucked my mouth. Slow and with purpose, he claimed the pleasure which belonged to him. When his balls drew up and his breaths hitched, he yanked himself out of my mouth.
“Get on the bed.” Hoarse and filled with strain, his voice cracked.
I climbed on the bed, going to all fours, but he slapped my ass.
“Not like that. I want you on your back watching me fuck you.”
I’d never fucked like that before. I preferred the dissociation of putting my back to another man or staring at another man’s back. This felt too personal, but I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to watch him fuck me too. I craved that affection, as brutal as Paul made it.
I scooted back on the bed as Paul towered over me. The urgency to come overwhelmed me. I’d cooled off while sucking his cock, but now it felt as if his hands were on me again. They weren’t, but the heat of his gaze as he looked down on me was all I needed.
My hand went to my cock, needing some kind of stimulation.
“No.” His cutting command angered me, and I didn’t let go.
In the blink of an eye, Paul launched at me. He grabbed my hand, ripping it from my cock and held it tight against the bed. “I said no.”
My pulse thundered as he straddled me. My thighs were trapped between his as I faced him. I was seconds from blowing my load but somehow managed to calm down. The show of force activated a switch inside my head and hell if I didn’t hunger to surrender.
His gaze raked over my body, and I released the tension in my arm. Then slowly, reverently, Paul bent forward and placed a kiss over my chest. He drew back, settling on his heels as his lips kissed a path downward, tracing a circle around my navel and angling down.
“Holy fuck.” My hips jerked as his hand found my throbbing cock.
“Yes, Forest, that’s the plan, but first…” He bent forward, and my eyes rolled back as the heat of his mouth encased my cock. He licked along the shaft from root to crown then back again. His lips moved to my balls, where he sent sparks shooting through my groin. He went about it assertively, in control of every action, determined to drive me insane.
Unhurried, his soft sucks teased me, quickened my breaths, and had me clawing the sheets.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you. Feel your cock in my mouth, take it as mine as you give it to me willingly. Like you’re going to give me the rest of you.”
He swirled his tongue across my scrotum. My balls reacted, drawing tight, as my toes curled and my head shook side to side with the overwhelming pleasure. Paul certainly did know how to draw out a fuck.
I’d never had anything last this long with another man, but he drove me from one sensation to another, leaving me riding the cusp of an impossible wave without ever cresting over the other side. He went back to my shaft, flicking his tongue along the underside as he moved to just below the crown, where all the nerves resided.
“You feel that?” He sucked just the tip into his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel that.” It felt like the first time, and I didn’t know how to process this soft against the previous viciousness of his touch.
“You don’t feel that when you’re fucking someone’s face or pounding into them like a jackhammer.” He blew a soft breath along my length. “Sometimes, soft and gentle can be better than hard and fast.”
“But I like the pain.”
“I know, and I’ll give that to you when you need it, but I bet you’ve never done this with another man.”
“What’s that?”
“Gone slow.”
“Just put me out of my misery already.”
“You’re not in charge.”
“I think we’ve established that.” My fingers dug through the sheets. “Please fuck me.”
The stimulation to my glans had me arching into his mouth. I wanted to buck and fuck his mouth but had a sinking suspicion that would make him stop. No way in hell was I stopping this. I was just about ready to…
His weight shifted, and I cried out with frustration with the orgasm he denied me. A soft chuckle sounded as he lifted my legs, bending them at the knees. With my ankles pressed to my ass, he spread my knees and slipped a finger into my anus.
My eyes closed with the stinging sensation as I braced for the burning stretch to come. The slow and steady build-up had turned into the most intense feeling in my body. I ached for him and needed to fuck. I didn’t care if it was soft and gentle or hard and fast. I simply needed Paul; however, he chose to allow it.
Paul lowered himself until we were chest to chest, our cocks lying beside each other, and the weight of his powerful body pressing down on me. His lips met mine in a soft caress as he rocked his hips back and forth as if we had all the time in the world to simply feel. The motion heated me up.
My heart sputtered with the uncharacteristic tenderness, the heavy emotion I hadn’t expected when fucking another man.
“Please,” I begged. “I need you inside of me.”
Paul flexed his hips. He gathered spit in his hand and ran it along his turgid length. I could come from watching him handle himself alone. I shifted restlessly beneath him as he collected more spit and spread it around my tight rim.
I breathed out with excitement. “We’re really doing this?”
“We are.” Paul lined himself up. “Pull your knees to your chest. It’ll make it easier, and keep your eyes on me.”
My breath cut off as Paul pushed into my body. My tissues stretched and burned, but I’d found my own slice of heaven. His breath cut off as he sank into me.
“You feel fucking incredible.”
“Then fuck me already.” I trembled beneath him, overwhelmed, and eager to watch him chase his release.
Paul slid out then pushed back in, going slow at first, but that didn’t last long. He thrust hard and dug deep until he established a punishing rhythm.
“Holy fuck.” I panted against the quickening of his strokes, unaccustomed to the sensations firing inside my body. “I feel you everywhere.”
“That’s because I am everywhere. I own you now, every piece of you is mine. This is just the beginning.”
I flexed, using my muscles to meet his thrusts. He slammed forward, increasing the pace. Soft and gentle flew out the window as his hunger took control. Mercilessly, he fucked with every fiber of his being.
Paul bent forward, grasped my neck, and crushed his lips against mine. His taste flooded my senses, and I wrapped my arms around him as his magnificent body moved over mine. The heat of his skin against mine slicked with sweat, then his arm moved between us, and he took me in hand, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts.
I cried out, desperate to give myself to him in this moment.
“Come for me, Forest. I’m too fucking close.”
My mouth opened in a soundless scream as my dick pulsed in Paul’s hand. My hips ground wildly with the heat
exploding in my groin.
The intensity of my orgasm stole my breath and turned my vision into a flickering of stars. I came and came until there was nothing left, ejaculating between us, mixing sweat and cum as our bodies slapped against one another. Paul thrust violently forward, hammering erratically as he followed me over the cliff. His orgasm ripped through him.
It took a moment before our breaths eased. Arms and legs entangled, Paul glanced down at me. “Now that was worth every tortured moment waiting to take you. Fuck if I don’t want more.”
“Next time, warm me up with a whip. Restrain me and make me scream.”
“You’re going to regret asking for that.” His soft chuckle made me smile.
“I hope so.”
Paul rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand. He draped an arm over my chest. When I looked up, he wasn’t staring at me, but rather into the corner of the room. He bent down and kissed the tip of my shoulder.
“I’m going to take a shower while the two of you discuss what just happened and how we move forward from here.” He rolled away and slid off the bed. Unashamed of his nakedness, he walked past Sara. “One half of a coin. I’m only one half of what he needs.”
She glanced up and gave a sharp nod. Then her attention swung to me. Somehow, I wouldn’t feel complete until I had her in my arms. The only question was, would she still want me?
“Sara.” I stretched out a hand. It had been a risk having sex with Paul first, but I hid nothing from Sara. I never had.
She unfolded her knees and came to me. Slowly, she threaded her fingers through mine.
“Are you okay?” I needed to know more but would begin with that first.
“That was…”
“Disgusting?” I held my breath, waiting to hear if that changed everything.
“Oh, Forest.” She cupped my face and placed a kiss on my lips. “It was different, that’s all.” She licked her lips. “I taste him on you.”
“I’m sorry.” This was awkward.
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