15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

When Tris talked about his work, his face glowed with a passion that was contagious. I could tell how much joy his job brought him. It was like he radiated light. And the way he tried to wave off his mother’s dementia, like he thought I was going to judge him for it or offer some trite platitudes. His demeanour, the way he held himself and looked at me, suggested he was used to people’s sympathy and pity. Kind words, spoken with sincerity, were meaningless to him, as he’d heard them countless times before.

Did I want to be one of those people? To be the one he could turn to, the one who would be there for him, offering comfort and understanding? Did I want to wrap him up in cotton wool and protect him from the world? Abso-fucking-lutley I did. But that was not what he needed at this moment in time. Tris is a strong man who doesn’t need another person to barge into his life and tell him he’s a great guy. He knows that already. Tris needs someone to show him how incredible he can feel, to be treated like royalty. Like my little fox. Right now, he needs a reminder that he’s more than just his work or his role as a dutiful son. And I am damn well going to do that for him.

I’m going to gorge myself on this man until his words become just a jumbled mess of unintelligible noises.

Righting my overturned chair, I placed it back in front of him, ensuring I had the best seat in the house. Sitting down, I’m greeted with the perfectly formed ring of muscle, pink and ripe, practically screaming at me to devour it.

And devour I will.

I tuck myself in closer to the table so I can feast on him. I indulge in him like my favourite meal, licking at his rosy rim with the tip of my tongue, teasing the tightness. Once he softens beneath me, I suck his pucker into my mouth, eliciting a string of curses from him. He’s starting to open up for me, letting me in, and when his hole unclenches beneath my tongue, I shove it inside him, his heat welcoming me. I circle my tongue around inside him and he moves with me, his hips lifting to meet my thrusts. I’m tempted to let him come on my tongue like this, swallowing down his orgasm. Reeling myself in, though, I add my fingers to the mix, stretching him to the point where three of my thick fingers can fit inside comfortably. His withering grumbles are music to my ears—it means I’m doing my job right. I prepare him so that he’s nice and supple and will withstand the fury of the hard thrusts I’m soon to give him. The ones where you have nothing else on your mind but simply claiming a beautiful body. I have to mould his hole to my cock. So that it remembers me. Even when he’s doing the most mundane things, like walking home or doing his food shopping, I want the thought of us to play on a loop in his mind. I want my DNA interwoven with his, a tangible connection to him even when we’re apart.

“Please Dax,” he begs, his voice trembling.

His legs are so relaxed, almost boneless at my touch, that he can barely keep them on the table. I grant him a moment’s reprieve from my relentless assault. Standing, I tear the remaining fabric from his body. He’s bared and helpless, completely at my mercy. His usually pale skin is flushed pink, and the freckles that dust his body like a scattering of stars make me want to count every single one. Taste them. Name them all. This boy has me completely captivated. I can’t think straight.

“I need you,” he whispers, panting. The lust in his veins turns his blue eyes almost black, yet there is a tenderness in his gaze, a trust that makes my heart ache with a strange vulnerability. No one I’ve ever been with has made me feel so incredibly, profoundly powerful and weak at the same time. Tris’s complete submission to me, surrendering his body, is utterly extraordinary.

My hands reach for him, and grasping them, I pull him up. “Come with me.”

The fireplace crackles and hisses, warming the room as I lead him to it. “Let me get rid of these clothes,” I tell him. “Stand right there, don’t move,” I instruct. “And watch me.”

Slowly, I pull off my black soft-knit jumper, letting the material glide up over my skin, and toss it carelessly onto the sofa. Tris watches me like the good boy he is, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists, almost as if he’s holding back a primal urge to attack. My lips curve into a smirk, enjoying his reaction as he furrows his brow in a deep frown. With a gentle tug, I release the button on my black slacks and feel the fabric fall into a pile around my ankles.

The gasp from Tris is exactly what I wanted, a perfect reaction to the unexpected.

“You went commando.” He tilts his head to one side, his clenched fist pressed against his chest, as though his heart might burst from its confines.

I smirk. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, you did,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Naked looks good on you.”

“Believe me, little fox, it suits you much better.”

Stepping out my slacks, I bend over to remove my socks, making us both equal in our nakedness.

“Now... I’m going to get on my knees for you. I’m going to suck you and tease you till you come in my mouth. Then I want you on all fours. Right here on this rug with that sweet arse pointing upwards. You hear me?”

“Yes, Dax. I hear you... sir.”

Oh, he’s back to being a brat. His excitement leaves a wet trail on his stomach. “I’m going to use your cum to fuck you.” Tris gasps and his eyes reach his brows, mouth hanging open. “Got it?” I ask.

Nodding, he replies, “Anything you want, Dax.” His voice comes out clipped. “Please, I don’t want to wait no more. Please do all the dirty things to me.” There’s my desperate little fox.

“Come here.” Stepping forward, his arms wrap around my neck, skin to skin. His hard, wet cock presses into my thigh as I grasp each globe.

I’m drowning in the desire to kiss him, but something is keeping me from doing it. I untangle his arms from around my neck and drop to my knees, the intoxicating scent of his arousal swirling around me. As his thighs quiver, I rub my face against them, feeling the hardness of his shaft and the softness of his neatly trimmed auburn hair, marking myself in his smell. Leaning back, I look at him. Greeting me is a cock that is perfectly in proportion, with a subtle lean to the left. I run my tongue along the beautiful blue vein before playfully flicking the tip of his cockhead. Hands seize my head, holding me firmly in place.

With gentle sucks, his swollen head presses against my tongue as I guide him deep into the back of my throat.

“ Fuuuuck , that feels so good. Don’t stop,” he begs.

So I don’t. Even though his grip on my hair is so tight it makes my scalp ache, I keep going. It fuels my determination. I don’t resist as he takes control, using my face for his own pleasure.

“I’m close, fuck. So... good. Yeah, just like that,” he moans.

Inserting two fingers into his loosened hole, I curl them and press down, savouring the warm spurts that fill my mouth as his orgasm peaks.

“Your mouth,” he gasps. “ Aggghhhhh . Lord, love a duck.”

I want to laugh at him, but I can’t risk spilling any of his precious milk. The urge to swallow him down, to make him a part of me, is almost overwhelming. Eager to get going, I tap his leg. He drops to all fours, his arms outstretched in front of his face, and he nuzzles his nose into the fuzzy rug. I widen his legs and spread his cheeks, feeling his cum drip from my mouth and glide down over his opening. With a gentle push, I insert my finger into him, depositing cum inside. Then I drop some onto my own desperately hard cock, ensuring that every inch is covered. With one foot planted on the floor and the other leg bent at the knee, I grip his hips tightly and thrust hard into him.

“ Fuuuck ,” I say, and we both groan simultaneously. “Such a fucking good hole. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “You have me completely, Dax,” he declares.

That’s right. I do. My primal instincts kick in, and I dominate him with intense and rapid movements, pounding into him until sweat drenches my body. Until I can no longer ignore the buzzing, almost electric sensation in my lower back. I feel a rush of heat as I release inside him, my body trembling with pleasure. I stay there until my body settles down, hugging him tightly with my cock.

As I slide out, I see his asshole clenching, and then our combined release starts dribbling out, compelling me to taste it. Lowering myself, I use my tongue to scoop up the deliciousness and send it down my throat. Fuck me. Can one become addicted to cum? Asking for a friend.

“What are to doing?” Tris rasps, his body still panting from the exertion. Scooping up some more, I lean over his sweaty back and allow it to slide off my tongue onto his lips. “Fuck, is that us?”

“Mhm, don’t you just love the way we taste?”

“Dax, that’s disgustingly dirty… we taste delicious. Give me more.” Spreading his cheeks, allowing more of the sweet, sticky liquid to flow out, I sample some before giving the rest to him. Then I collapse next to him, my hand gently tracing patterns on his back, until goosebumps appear. I don’t know how I’m meant to give him up. He doesn’t belong to me, but it doesn’t matter how much I tell myself that this will end. Even though my brain knows it, my heart refuses to listen. I want him more than ever.