“You need more?”
“Yes, sir.”
Those words sent a shiver through me. I thought he would beg me to stop.
“Need this. Need you.”
I brought my hand down again and again until Lane’s begging became incoherent muttering. When I decided he’d had enough, I ran my hand over his ass. His skin was so hot, so red. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“Tell me… you’re… going to… fuck me now.”
I was. I was going to claim him. I didn’t know how this was supposed to work when X had forbidden it, but Lane was mine. Something in me had known that from the moment I’d seen him at Ignite.
I would have eventually sought him out again. I’d never believed in fate or any other woo-woo nonsense, but I couldn’t fight what felt like an imperative that I take care of him, not just because it was my job, but because I cared about him, maybe even… No, I wasn’t ready to use that word yet. I hadn’t dared to even think about loving anyone since Thomas, and yet, this felt so similar—intense feelings hitting me out of nowhere and my instincts screaming that Lane was mine.
“On the bed, on your hands and knees. I want to see your red ass and feel the heat from your skin as I take you.”
“Yes. I… I need to come.”
“You need to learn to obey me.”
He scowled at me. “You’re so fucking arrogant.”
“And you’re a brat.”
“I… Not really. You just bring that out in me.”
“I wish I had a cock ring with me. I want to make you wait until you think you’re going to die before I let you come.”
“Fuck, why is thinking about you torturing me so hot?”
“Because you love submitting to me.”
“I do. I don’t want to, but you’re so…”
I reached under him and stroked his cock. When he groaned and pushed into my hand, I squeezed his sore ass cheek, making him cry out. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
“I hate you.”
“Good.”
I kept stroking him. His muscles were hard with tension as he tried to stay still. He whined when I let him go. “You… love… this, don’t you?”
I caressed his bright red ass. “I do. But I would never truly hurt you, and I won’t let you hurt yourself. You’re going to listen to me, and I’m going to keep you safe.”
“Look in the orange bag in my big suitcase.”
I frowned at him, not sure I’d heard him right. “What?”
“Cock ring.”
“You seriously packed a cock ring?”
“Don’t believe in… packing light.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The lube had fallen on the floor as I’d fucked him wildly the night before, but he must have picked it up because it was back on his nightstand. I grabbed it and went to look in his suitcase. I found the orange bag easily. When I unzipped it, what I saw inside made my cock ache even more.
I already knew he’d brought a fat butt plug, but I didn’t think he’d travel with a whole bag of sex toys. He had a dildo with a suction cup on the end, a cock ring, and a small vibrator that fit over a finger. Had he hoped we would use all this, or did he always travel prepared for a sexathon?
I picked up the cock ring and turned back to the bed. Lane had wrapped his hand around his cock, and he was jerking himself with firm strokes.
“Stop.”
“Can’t,” he moaned.
I grabbed his arm, yanking on it until I could pin his wrist at the base of his spine. “Am I going to have to restrain you?”
“Fuck” was his only answer.
“Lane, I want to know if you can be good for me.”
“I’m so good for you.”
I slapped his ass, and he yelped.
“That fucking hurts.”
“Do you need more?”
“No, sir.”
I fit the cock ring around him and bent to kiss and nip the back of his neck. “I’m going to make you wait until you’re so needy you’re in tears.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
He whined. “I don’t know.”
“I do.” I pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. When I ran my tongue over the tight pucker, he pushed back against me needing more. I kept going, tongue fucking him until he was struggling under me, his whimpers edging toward sobs.
“Turn over,” I ordered.
He did, and his breath caught when his sore ass pressed against the mattress.
“Hurts,” he moaned.
“Good. Maybe that will help you remember to obey.”
He glared at me, and I just smiled as I pushed his legs apart and settled between them before taking his cock into my mouth.
He gasped, hands reaching for me, fingers sliding into my hair. I took hold of his wrists and pinned them to his sides as I kept sucking him.
He thrust up into me, and I pulled back. “Don’t move.”
“You’re fucking killing me.”
“I’m teaching you a lesson.” I licked his cock from base to tip, then took him down until I felt the trimmed hair at the base of his cock tickle my nose.