Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DRAVEN

Toeing off my shoes, I step out o' my pants and head toward the running shower. Unable to bring myself to set him down, I open the shower door and test the water with him still clinging to me like a vine. Once I'm satisfied it won't burn his sensitive skin, I step in, pressing him against the shower wall.

My mouth descends on his, taking it savagely. Our lips smash together, teeth clacking as we take our pleasure. Tongues twine, licking at one another. When the last bit o' oxygen disappears, I pull my mouth from his, running sucking kisses down his chin and jaw to his neck. It's a feast o' glorious, beautiful moan inducing skin, and I gorge myself on it.

"I need ye, min kara. Like the tides need the moon and the sun."

The tender feelings he's aroused in me fuel the words I whisper to him as I mark his neck. I need everyone to know he's mine.

"Then have me, Daddy," he gasps, grinding his cock into my abs.

"This will be fast, lilla du. I need ye too much for it to be gentle."

"Good. I'm glad. Take me however you want. I need it, too."

I sink my fingers into his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to get at his hole. My fingers tickle at his hole and it flutters under my fingers, eager to be filled. Pressing a finger in, the friction force the fog o' to lust clear enough to realize we dinnae have any lube.

Growling low in my throat, I grunt, "Fuck."

"Yes. Fuck me, Daddy!"

"There's no lube, lad. I willnae hurt ye."

His head turns, searching the ledges in the shower. Mine follows, and the whimper that escapes at the lack o' options could be either o' ours.

Refusing to leave the boy horny and unsatisfied, I grab the conditioner and drizzle it between our bodies, coating his dick. My fist curls around his dick, and he moans as I jerk him off.

His pleasure soon joins the steam, filling the room with moans, groans, howls, grunts, and cries. The sounds bounce off the tiles, echoing and blending with each other. It is music to my ears. The finest symphony ever heard, and it's all mine.

"That's it, min kara, come for Daddy. Fill my hand. Mark me with it."

His breaths hiccup, and he gasps. I love watching the boy come. It's as if someone has a remote and has pressed pause. Nae for long. Just the briefest second, and then they hit fast forward and pleasure rolls through him like a runaway train. His body stiffens and then jerks. His belly rolls and spasms. His cock gets harder, cum spurts from the tip and then he's screaming my name.

I flip us around, so my back is to the shower when he comes, and I cup my hand over his cockhead, gathering his release. My first thought is to paint his lips with it and then ravish his mouth, but then I realize I have what I need to give us both what we really want.

Spreading his cheeks with one hand, I shove my cum covered fingers in his hole, milking his prostate so he doesn't lose his erection. Twisting and turning, I scissor my fingers to open him up. I dinnae take long. I cannae. My cock is throbbing with need for the boy.

His screams turn to whimpers as I play with his hole. Cum dribbles from his cock still. Unable to hold back any longer, I scoop some up and slather it over my dick in a hurry. I need in him.

"NOW!" I yell as I bury myself in the boy in one thrust.

His strangled grunt gets lost in my mouth as I slant it over his, fucking his face with my tongue as my cock fucks his ass brutally. Tavish is near to strangling me, his arms are twined so tightly around my neck. But I dinnae give a fuck. All my brainpower is on chasing the orgasm I've wanted since before I got off the plane and realized he was missing.

All the anger, fear, and angst I've felt since walking into his basement lair and nae finding him fuels every thrust. I'm sure I'm leaving bruises on his gorgeous skin, and that fuels me, too. I love marking the boy. Fingerprints, handprints, love bites. Any and every mark I can leave on his skin, nae matter how fleeting they may be, is a balm to the possessive fucker that resides in my soul.

I want him branded by me. Marked for all the world to see. I want them all to know he's mine.

The feel o' his hand against my abs pulls my attention. Looking down between us, I watch him jerk himself off, and I growl, "That's mine, pojke, and I dinnae say ye could touch it."

He whines, but lets loose o' his dick, arching his back from the wall. If our heights werenae so different, I would bend him over so he could brace himself against the wall. Just the thought has visions o' the past dancing through my mind.

Images o' Simon bent over before me in the shower merge with the vision o' Tavish in front o' me. It's like I'm fucking them both at the same time and the sounds Tavish makes now harmonize with the ones I remember Simon making. The way the two o' them scream my name, their voices cause the orgasm I'm chasing to detonate within me. My cock erupts, filling Tavish as I continue thrusting in his channel as it spasms around me. I reach for his cock, only to find he's come without help.

Opening my eyes, which I dinnae realize were squeezed shut, I see my beautiful boy, gasping for air, his face covered in sweat and tears. Or maybe it's water droplets from the shower. Who kens? All I know is he's capturing my heart without my permission, and I'm loathe to do anything about it.