Kai gripped the ropes and quickened the pace, his lower back arching, his feet bracing farther apart. “Gonna help this swing out now,” he grated softly. “Need you harder. And faster.”
Yes. Breck needed that, too, despite everything already being too much. Kai’s size. His overwhelming energy. Breck felt consumed by him, and yet he still hungered, desperate for more of whatever Kai was willing to give. Every urgent impassioned thrust, every drop of sweat.
Manually, Kai pistoned him up and down, clearly no longer interested in the ‘lift and drop.’ Breck started to tremble. Kai was hitting his sweet spot just right. His muscles clenched, his body shaking. Then his prostate ignited with a fiery burst.
“Fuck!” Every inch of him splintered, his channel feverishly orgasming around Kai’s cock. That had never happened with Socrates in the past. Never once had his dick made Breck’s G spot come. Shit, he couldn’t think about that now, though. Every inch of his body was quaking out of control, his dick in total upheaval with the urgent need to come.
Somewhere in his awareness he heard Kai’s deep-throated groan, then registered him pausing with trembling hands to slowly draw in breath. Breck shuddered, his own lungs heaving wildly. Long moments later, the hurricane relented and Kai came back into focus.
His expression looked both impassioned and rapt. “That felt incredible… Your tight little ass coming all over my cock.”
Breck shivered through a whispering aftershock, but before he could speak, Kai got things rolling once again. Next thing he knew, the tempo was right back to fast and furious. This time, however, Kai had changed things up. Was movinghisbody now just as much as Breck’s. His feet braced wide as he thrust into each returning swing.
Their bodies smacked with juicy slaps. Again and again. And, holy fucking shit, that knot was scrambling Breck’s brain. A stream of curses tumbled past his lips. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. The musk of their sex rising up as they vigorously fucked.
And God, was Kai fucking him good. Pulling completely from Breck’s body, then slamming right back in.
Breck shattered again, not sixty seconds later. Couldn’t help it. His hyper-sensitive prostate was going berserk. Which, in turn, had his dick straight-up roaring again for release. Body quaking, hands balled, toes curled tight, he stammered out more curses as he rode the storm. And just like before, Kai stilled with a shuddering moan, then more deep expansions of his diaphragm.
Was he coming? Through the maelstrom, Breck couldn’t tell. His own quaking orgasm made it impossible to think. But just like last time, when his body finally calmed, Kai merely kicked things right back into gear.
Breck laughed through a moan. “You’re a fucking a machine.”
Kai flashed his lawless grin, cheeks flushed. “You’ve got no idea.”
As if to demonstrate, he let Breck’s body slide back down his cock, then released the harness and curled his hands around Breck’s throat. His grip wasn’t restricting but it got Breck’s attention, the dominating gesture shooting his lust through the roof. He didn’t know why it made him so horny. Kai’s bossy commands had the same effect. Who knew Kai the Dom could be so stimulating? Was this what it felt like to be one of his subs?
Hands just beneath Breck’s jaw, Kai pulled him halfway up his cock. Then he held him in that position and started thrusting his hips. Slow at first, then gradually faster. Breck moaned against Kai’s palms as pleasure exploded. Surging deep into his channel and lighting up his junk. Just like that, he was back to panting. His abdomen heaving as his asshole clenched.
Kai growled, seeming to like that, and accelerated his thrusts.
Breck gasped and grunted. Cursed incoherently. His prostate was already ramping up again. Building in pressure and intensity. And now his need to grab his cock was off the charts.
Pleasure surged.
So fucking good. So fucking good.
And yet, some innate part of him felt like he was losing his mind. Floating in some crazy sexed-up dream, but somehow still anchored to the ground. Half of his awareness still linked to his body and how it burned with raw, visceral need, the other half drifting somewhere outside of himself, as if watching a scene. Drunk on excitement and excruciating pleasure. He’d never experienced anything so intensely surreal.
Struggling to focus, he peered down at Kai; his muscular arms straight, his elbows locked as he held Breck fixed. Sweat glistening across his shoulders and chest. His onyx eyes glittering in the candlelight. The most strikingly sensual sight Breck had ever seen.
Yet even as the sight stoked his body hotter, it also stroked the depths of his soul. This man beneath him, claiming him so fiercely, was a being unparalleled. Unlike anyone Breck had ever met. A diamond—although not in the rough. Kai was as polished as they fucking came. And an experience that, in this moment, Breck didn’t want to ever end. He’d have to figure out the why’s of that later. Because, yup, he was getting ready to detonate yet again, his boner raging just as urgently as his G.
“Please—” he pleaded. “My dick— I need to come!”
“Ask for permission,” Kai ground out, thrusting. “And address me correctly.”
“Please!—” Breck gasped. “Ungh, fuck—Please,Grandmaster!— Can I please fucking come?” All remnants of pride vanishing completely.
“No,” Kai gritted. “Not yet.” He gave a salvo of pumps, his fingers subtly tightening around the top of Breck’s throat.
Aaaaaaand that’s all it took to send Breck spiraling again.
He shattered, quaking uncontrollably.
“Shit, yeah,” Kai grated, thrusting faster. “I can feel you— Your tight ass milking my cock.” Then, for the third time in a row, he inhaled deeply and let his eyes roll shut. His body trembled. Just like before, by the time Breck rebooted, he was back in control.
“Fuck—” Breck panted, still twitching with the need to release. “My dick’s going nuts. For real. You seriously gotta let me come.”