Darian
For a moment, I feel like I’ve been dropped out of time. Out of reality, certainly. My body feels almost weightless and my head spins. I curse at myself silently for losing myself, but my mind is having difficulty accepting the moment.
I can feel Peter’s breath on my face. His hot lips are only inches from mine. I never knew how beautiful his eyes were, that from close up you can see a dark ring around the iris and flecks of green scattered through like a nebula in deep space.
What the fuck. I struggle to gain control of my thoughts.This can’t be happening.
I see Peter’s lips part, just slightly. My hands are throbbing with sensation, my fingertips almost stinging with anticipation. I want to touch him. It’s a desperate need that comes clawing out of my bones and into my blood. My heart throbs even faster.
I see a flash of uncertainty in Peter’s eyes and my dominance rises. I might not be entirely sure what I’m doing here, but I know one thing for sure.
You’re not getting away from me.
I lunge forward, grabbing him by the upper arms. The contact of my aching hands on his hard muscles is explosive and a groan slips out of my throat. Peter growls in response and I feel his muscles harden against my palms.
Yes. Fight me.
Our momentum causes Peter to stagger back and bang against the desk. I absorb the impact, crushing him against me and kissing him hard. Thoughts try to shove their way past my desire, and I turn blindly and run from them—away from reason and straight into lust.
Fuck it, I want this.
I grind my hips against Peter, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants. He writhes as my weight pushes him back against the desk and I feel him resisting as I try to bend him backwards and slam him down against the top of it. His hands come up and grab my waist, sliding along my lower back.
His fingers trail lightly across the thin shirt, leaving trails of fire as his hands sink lower. As he reaches down to cup my ass, I lose focus, moaning into his mouth as I break off the kiss. My fingers loosen on his upper arms and I hear a growl of triumph as he throws his weight against me and forces me back.
The next few seconds are a blur of utter, mind shattering pleasure. We are evenly matched in strength and size. I try to regain control, but he sets his hard body against me and we struggle, both trying to subdue the other. Peter gasps with pleasure and reaches for my mouth with his lips.
As I let him kiss me, my body relaxes without my permission. His lips press into mine, hot and slippery and I can’t help searching for his tongue. Just as my cock starts to get hard enough to tear right through my fly, Peter gives me a hard shove and I find my legs won’t hold me.
I stagger back, almost falling. Peter grabs the front of my shirt and turns me slightly. The back of my knees hits something and I go tumbling down into a chair. I can tell from Peter’s grin that he planned the move, and I don’t like that he got the better of me. I try to rise, hearing my voice low in my throat, a wordless sound that expresses my dominance and power.
“No, you don’t,” Peter whispers, pressing his big hands against my shoulders. He kisses me even harder, leaning his whole body against me to keep me in the chair. My heart pounds and shakes run through all my muscles as I try to fight back. Then I have an impossible thought.
What if I stopped fighting him?
Just the suggestion of it makes my body go slack. Peter makes a small, excited cry and presses me even deeper into the chair, his fingers digging painfully into my shoulders. I expect to feel emasculated or embarrassed, but all I feel is safe.
I relax completely, letting him kiss me. His strong grip thrills me, and I can imagine being soft and supple in his hands while he pleasures me, either gently or forcefully. I can’t decide which fantasy I like more.
His kiss gets deeper as his hands start roaming my body, almost tearing at my clothes. He’s losing himself and I can’t stop myself from making a move. I brace my weight against him and shove him as hard as I can. He isn’t expecting it and stumbles backwards. I keep a tight hold on him and we both end up crashing to the floor.
I press down on him with my hips and hands, grinding against him as I shove my tongue down his throat. He squirms, fighting me until I feel that moment of submission run through him. It’s so thrilling it sweeps through me with a new wave of arousal that clears my mind completely.
Working purely on instinct I reach down and open his pants. I lean back to look into his face and see his lips red from the pressure of my mouth and the wide-eyed look of disbelief, tinged with need. I keep looking into his eyes as I slip my hand through his fly and run my fingertips along his impossibly hard shaft.
He cries out, bowing against me, twisting between me and the floor. I grind down with my hips to hold him still and take a firm hold of his cock. He cries out again, even louder, and I tighten my grip.
“Please,” he whispers. The last grains of control in me are scattered by that one word. I start pumping my fist up and down, slowly at first, then harder and faster. I watch his eyes, staring him down until I feel his cock getting harder in my hand.
He turns his head to the side, his body bending away from me as his hips grind against me. He makes a strangled sound, and I can’t help smiling. I’m playing him like a goddamn flute, and I’ve never felt as strong and powerful as I do right now.
I slow down my strokes, feeling his cock throbbing in my hand. He shudders from head to foot, his body running with goosebumps. A gasp gets caught in his throat, but he doesn’t look at me. I feel a moment of pure fury and reach down to kiss him again, forcing his head back towards me. I let my hand go loose on his cock as I kiss him slowly, deeply, treating myself to his hot lips and caressing his tongue.
In my hand, his cock keeps getting harder and harder. It feels hot enough to light fucking firecrackers. I pull back from his mouth as my hand wraps around his cock for a better grip.
Then I start flogging him as hard as I can. His breath gets caught in his throat and his spine bends as if he’s being electrocuted. A chain of rough gasps come shuddering through his chest as his cock hardens even further and then starts pumping as he spurts loads of cum all over both of us.
I keep my hand wrapped around him, just gently playing until he stops shuddering. It seems to take a while, as if the orgasm just won’t stop. His eyes are wide and focused on my face until the very last second, when he looks away and closes his eyes.
A moment passes, the heavy silence of the room starting to feel like it’s going to last forever. I stand up quickly, looking at my own hands and at Peter spread out on the floor. He sits up slowly, looking around as if he doesn’t know where he is. He looks up at me, but his eyes slide away before they can meet mine.
He stands up, tucking in his shirt and doing up his pants. He looks at me again and for a second our eyes meet.
His face is hard, his expression almost hostile. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. He turns and leaves the room, neither of us saying a single word.