by Maris Black
I plunged my fingers in and out of myself, ramping up the speed until it almost felt like I was being fucked. “God, Kage. That feels so good. I’m so ready for you.”
“You’re not ready yet,” he said. “I want to see that thing stretched out, baby. I want you gaping for me. I’m getting so fucking turned on watching you.”
I whimpered and slammed my fingers into myself harder, needing so badly to please him. I wanted him rock hard and aching to get inside me.
“Now four,” he said.
I swallowed. Bit my lip. Pressed that fourth finger in and was rewarded with a low, tortured moan from Kage that echoed my own as I stretched myself to the point of pain. I tried to imagine what he was seeing. The scandalous sight of me practically fisting myself was obviously turning him on like crazy. He had a dazed look on his face as he took in every move I made. The lube was consistently making those obscene squelching sounds now. It was dirty as hell, and it made my insides quake.
“Love that sound,” Kage said. “God, you’re so dirty, Jamie. My dirty little slut. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you? Anything at all.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Anything, Kage. I love you so much.” My voice was thick with the strain of trying to take my fingers. Kage’s cock was huge, but there was something about shoving four fingers inside me that felt deceptively big. Maybe it was just the sheer nastiness of it that made it seem like more. Or maybe it was the angle or the shape. Whatever the reason, I was laboring on them, breathing hard like I’d just jogged the Vegas Strip.
“Okay, baby,” Kage said, dropping his hand from his cock and taking a deep, shuddering breath. “That’s enough. Pull them out and let’s see how stretched you are.”
I removed my fingers from my ass with a wet slide, and Kage grinned wickedly.
“How do I look?” I asked, feeling a little shy.
“You look like you’re ready to get fucked. Pull those ass cheeks apart for me. Stretch yourself.”
I gripped my cheeks, digging my fingers into the mounds of flesh hard enough to bruise. It was difficult to hang on with all of the lube smeared everywhere. The fingers of one hand were especially slippery, but I managed to get myself splayed out for his viewing pleasure. He showed his appreciation with a smile and a satisfied nod.
“You are so sexy, Jamie. Do you realize that? I couldn’t imagine a better partner. Not in my wildest dreams, baby. Every inch of you was made just for me.”
I blushed at his confession. It was a little odd for him to be professing his undying love while staring at my stretched ass, but this was Kage. He had needs that transcended the norm, and I had no doubt that my willingness to do whatever he asked of me made him love me just that much more. I was the yin to his yang, and he wasn’t the only one catching feels at how well we fit together.
With me in this position, there was room for Kage to get onto the bed on his knees. He climbed up and rubbed the tip of his cock against my stretched hole, only tentatively at first, but it was enough to set my bared nerve endings alight. He teased me with it, slicking the tip against my sensitive flesh, pressing just a bit until I was dying for him to push his way inside and take me already.
While I writhed on the bed, driven by impatience to get thoroughly fucked, he just looked down at me like I’d hung the moon. Like I was his most precious possession. I wished he could look at me that way twenty-four-seven. It made me feel so powerful that I could command the affection of Michael Kage Santori. Me, of all people. How had that happened? I didn’t deserve it, and yet he bestowed it freely upon me.
“Pinch your nipples,” he said. “I want to do it, but I’m about to be really busy down here.” To illustrate, he tapped the head of his dick against my waiting hole.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Santori.” I latched onto my nipples with lube-slicked fingers and pinched gently, groaning at the sensation. “Jesus, why does that feel better when I’m doing it for you than when I’m alone?”
“Because you live to bring me pleasure, just like I do for you.” He teased the head of his dick against my hole, and I pinched my nipples harder. “Of course I do a hell of a lot more taking than giving, but that’s all part of it, isn’t it?”
I nodded, feeling breathless. How could he look into my soul like that and understand what it was he did for me? That his taking brought me infinitely more pleasure than if he had been the most stereotypically thoughtful lover in the world. For me, his demands were gifts. That dynamic was one of the reasons we worked so well together.
“What do you think about when you jerk off, Jamie? Do you ever think of me?”
“All the time,” I said, reaching out for him as he remained stubbornly out of my grasp.
“And what do you think about?”
“On my knees,” I croaked, my mouth parched from all of the heavy breathing. “I’m on my knees for you or bent over while you pound me from behind. You’re in charge. We do it a lot of different ways, but I’m always just taking whatever you want to give me.”
“That’s what I dream of, too.” He pushed his dick hard against my hole, stretching me but not going in. “You’re so damn good at taking it, baby. So perfect.”
A little squeak escaped me, and a lump formed in my throat. When he called me perfect, it affected me profoundly because his praise was everything. It touched a place deep inside that no one else had ever been able to reach.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, still teasing my hole.
I nodded frantically. “So ready.” I pinched my nipples hard and wiggled my ass for him, trying to tempt him in, needing him so much.
The look in his eyes changed from turned on to ravenous at the sight of me wiggling, like a pit bull catching sight of its prey. He bared his teeth and latched onto my hips with biting fingers. Then he finally, finally pushed his thick cock inside me.
After the waiting and the teasing, the sensation of him entering me was overwhelming, and we both groaned out our pleasure simultaneously. “Fuck yes,” Kage said. “That’s what I need right there.”
I was already so physically primed, my muscles responded violently to his every move as he pushed in and out of me. He watched our joining with every ounce of attention he had, leaning back occasionally to get a better angle. Then he brought his gaze up to mine and smiled.
“Feels good, huh?” I asked.
“So good.”
“So fucking good,” I whispered. I lifted my hips up and down, working them in tandem with his thrusts to create an added layer of mind-blowing friction.
He nodded his approval and bit his lip. “Mmm hmmm… That’s it. I’ve been too preoccupied. Too worried to fuck. Forgot how amazing it feels to be buried inside of you.”
“Just don’t wait too long again,” I pleaded. “I don’t think I can take it.”
Something crossed his face. A flicker of doubt or… something. I couldn’t read it, especially with him working my ass with that talented dick. He was mastering me, owning me, and I couldn’t think. Only feel.
His thrusts grew gradually faster until he was pounding me with the same kind of ferocity usually reserved for post-fight sex, when he had so much aggression and testosterone spilling out of him that the only place it could go was into me. I was moaning like a wild animal by then, not caring how damn slutty I sounded. Shame went out the window, because he was doing me so goddamn right.
A lot of time passed without my noticing as we got completely lost in the sex. I suddenly noticed that Kage had scooted me all the way across the bed with the power of his thrusts. He grunted each time he bottomed out in me, and my answering squeaks and cries were proof of how much he was wrecking my ass. He was fully on the bed now, hunkered down low over me to gain more traction for the thorough pounding he was unleashing on me. He looked like wicked, possessed thing with the bruises and the brutality of his expression. My own beautiful angel of pain come to torture me to the pinnacle of ecstasy. I’d never seen anything so sexy, so wildly gorgeous, and so out of control as Kage was
in that moment. It was as if he needed to force every ounce of pent-up anger and yearning into me.
I was willing to take it for him. No, more than willing. Long ago I had figured out that Kage needed me to be a vessel for his demons. This is what I’d signed on for. It was what I wanted more than anything.
“Scream for me, baby,” Kage said, as if I wasn’t already loud and wanton enough. “I want them to hear you on the next floor. I want everyone to know what I’m doing to you. That I’m destroying that ass with my cock, and you can’t get enough of it.”
I let myself go even more, heightening the pleasure for both of us with my wracked gasps and incoherent pleas. I was speaking in tongues. When there were actual words, they were filthy and needy, jumbled up and disconnected, but the message was clear to anyone who might have heard. He was giving me everything, and I was begging for more.
I reached down to encircle my cock with my fist. I was leaking precum like a faucet, and I used it to get myself good and slick. I was so hard I knew I was going to blow at any second. A few strokes is all it would take, and then I’d be shooting off all over myself. I wanted that release. Needed it like I needed air.
When Kage noticed what I was doing, he stopped fucking me and pulled completely out, squeezing the base of his cock.
“Get your hand off your dick, Jamie. Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t going to let you finish until you were begging for it?”
I didn’t move my hands, but I stilled my movements. “I was begging for it, Kage. I am. God, I’m so close I don’t think I can take any more.” My voice was pitiful, but I didn’t care. The need to get off trumped everything. I was almost ready to go against Kage and stroke myself to climax while he watched, consequences be damned. My dick was throbbing in my hand, and the muscles in my ass quivered.
“I’m not ready,” he said. “I plan on making this a night neither one of us will ever forget. When I said I wanted you unable to walk tomorrow, I wasn’t kidding.”
Reluctantly, I took my hand off of my dick. I had calmed down a little. His speech had given me time to get my second wind, which was probably his intention all along. He was hard, but he was using his iron will to last as long as he could. Dammit, if he could do it, so could I. I wanted what he’d promised. What he’d threatened. To have a hard time walking when this was all over. I wanted to feel the memory of him inside me for the entire day. I wanted to be so sore it would be almost like he was still there.
I took a deep breath and smiled up at him. Then I bent my knees as high up as they would go, nearly touching my shoulders as I offered myself up to him. “You’re the boss, Mr. Santori. Do your worst.”
“You’re damn right I’m the boss,” he growled, pushing into me again hard and fast. “Here, suck on these,” he said, leaning over me and pushing two of his thick fingers into my mouth. “Let me feel that talented tongue. Pretend you’re sucking my cock. I love watching you suck me.”
I started working his fingers with my tongue, making dirty slurping sounds around them. I’d never imagined I could get off on sucking someone’s fingers, but I was really getting into it. The illusion that I was blowing him and getting fucked by him at the same time felt surprisingly real, and that was such a turn-on. The way he was looking at me so raptly, his eyes dark and slightly hooded, made it infinitely more arousing.
His thrusts down below slowed as he watched. If it was a show he wanted, I’d give him a show. I brought my hand up to his and gripped it, pulling his fingers in and out of my mouth as I sucked. I kept eye contact with him the whole time, communicating with my eyes that I was loving what he was making me do. I ate his fingers like they were my last meal on death row, making the little noises he liked so much. I worked his fingers so thoroughly and made such a performance of it, I was pretty sure he could feel it in his dick. I could certainly feel it in mine.
Eventually, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and grabbed onto my shoulders, leaning heavily on me and pushing my body down into the bed. I bucked and fought against him because it’s just what felt right in the moment. He wrestled me down harder and leaned into me with every thrust, sending a jolt up my body every time he slammed into me.
That’s when I noticed how hot it was in the room. Sweat began dripping from Kage’s hair onto my face, droplets plunking randomly onto my forehead and my cheeks. With him holding me like he was, I couldn’t wipe it away, and I couldn’t get away from it. I’d seen a YouTube show about water torture once. They said you could mentally break a person by dripping water onto their face at random intervals so that they never knew when it was coming. I thought of that now. This was torture for sure, but it was the sweetest kind of torture, knowing that I was suffering for Kage’s pleasure. It only heightened my arousal and made me gasp out and clench hard around his cock every time a drop of sweat hit my face. A few times, droplets landed on my lips or near my mouth, and I darted my tongue out to swipe them away.
We had been going for a long time. Kage’s stamina was ridiculous. I had no idea how he had lasted so long with such relentless friction on his dick. Determination to ruin me was the only thing I could come up with.
He pressed his torso against the front of my calves with most of his weight, and somehow I had the presence of mind to think of his comfort when my legs were bent and aching, stuck in the position they’d been in for so long.
“You’re going to…hurt yourself,” I managed to breathe out with my rib cage painfully constricted by his weight.
“All I feel is you,” he said. “Nothing else.”
He leaned up, though, taking his weight off of me, and I gasped in a breath. He continued to plow me just as hard as he’d been doing while holding me down, and within seconds I was hanging off the bed from the waist up, in danger of ending up on the floor.
“Kage,” I gasped, reaching up for him and trying to find purchase on his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders.
He pulled out of me and hauled me back onto the bed like I weighed nothing. “Here. Get up on your knees.”
I unfolded my painfully stiff joints and got into a kneeling position. When we were face to face, he smashed his mouth into mine, and we were kissing again. At this point, we were panting beasts, living only to devour each other in whatever way we could. I’d never been so mindless, and I’d never seen him so starving for me.
When our lips were thoroughly bruised and our lungs deprived of oxygen, he broke the kiss and pushed me against the headboard. Hard. My face glanced off the wood, sending a sharp pain through my cheekbone. He didn’t apologize, but he turned my head and pressed an achingly sweet kiss to the spot. Then he forced me against the headboard again, a little more carefully this time, and slid his cock into me without warning.
“You’d better hang on,” he growled against my ear. “This is going to be a bumpy ride.”
I curled my fingers tightly around the top of the headboard and braced myself for the onslaught. Kage did not disappoint. I had to tighten every muscle I had to keep my entire body from slamming into the headboard.
“Fuck me, Kage,” I gasped over my shoulder. “Give me everything you’ve got. I know you need this, and I want it. I don’t care if I never get to come.” Being close to him in this way and feeling the connection so strongly was overwhelming. I was probably delirious, but it felt like he and I had a secret, and this—the way were in bed together—was it. It defied logic and labels. I transcended mere sex. It was the unbreakable bond that kept us tethered to each other.
“You won’t have to wait long now,” Kage said as he plunged into me so fast and hard it made my head swim. I was dizzy from the pleasure, and from the pain. And from the blood that had been taken out of circulation in my brain and rerouted into my dick.
“Are you close?” I asked, know that he was.
“God, yes,” he said, his movements getting frantic and jerky. “So fucking close. You need to grab your dick, Jamie, because I’m about to unload in you. Jesus, my balls are so damn tight. And my dick… Feels l
ike I’m gonna shoot fire.”
Spurred on by his words, I fisted my cock and started jacking furiously. My dick was hot and aching and more primed to blow than I’d ever been in my entire life. It was excruciating being this backed up and this turned on.
“You ready, baby?” he panted against my ear.
“Yeah. God, yeah. I’ve never been so ready.” Before the words had completely cleared my lips, I was painting the headboard with spurt after glorious spurt of hot cum. Every time Kage plowed into me, more shot out. By the time I felt the pulsations of his dick in my ass and the forceful jets of his warm seed filling me, I was wrung out and dry, leaning over slightly and panting as I rode out the high.
Kage pushed in one final time and crushed me against the headboard with his exhausted body.
“I love you, baby,” he said, his breath a warm breeze against my sweaty cheek. “Love you so fucking much.”
He sounded so sad it melted me. Why did he sound sad? “I love you, too.”
“I know you do. Listen, I—” He sighed. “I have something to tell you.”
My heart seized, and suddenly it was really freaking hard to breathe. My mind swirled with unformed thoughts and unfocused fears about what he was going to say. From the tone of his voice and the fact that he was bringing it up on the tail end of hot sex when he should have been passing out, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.
CHAPTER 7
JAMIE
“What is it?” I asked, looking over my shoulder but not quite able to meet his eyes. I was nervous.
Way to go, Kage. Scare me half to death one time.
But I should have been scared. Scared and worried and distracted with the possibility of life as we knew it coming to an end. The look on his face told me all of that. I just didn’t know why yet.
“Let’s get some clothes on,” he said. “I can’t have a serious talk with my dick hanging out.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Fair enough.”
We got dressed in silence—he in the sweatpants he’d discarded on the floor, and I in a pair of dark blue basketball shorts. I settled into my spot on the bed, my back against the headboard I’d just been hanging onto for dear life, and Kage stretched out in the sticky puddle of lube that had soaked the covers.