Chapter 1

I wasa twink on the prowl for a good deep-dicking. What I needed was a big, powerful alpha who wanted to throw me down on a bed and pound my ass like he had a personal vendetta against it. The local gay club was the perfect hunting ground to find a man who would know how to handle my needs.

My eyes scanned the crowd as they moved together to the driving beat of the loud music. It was almost impossible to hear myself think, which was exactly what I needed after the stress of midterms. I wanted to unplug my brain while someone gorgeous railed me hard to help me unwind. It probably wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but I didn’t care.

No one immediately jumped out at me as being a viable option for the kind of fuck I was after. Since I wasn’t having any luck searching from the sidelines, I began weaving my way through the mass of bodies. Everyone moved to the frenetic rhythm of the music while the reflected light off the disco ball above sparkled over the crowd. A few guys tried to dance with me, but none of them were the huge, hulking god I was after.

Right when I was about to lose hope, I saw him. He was tall, dark, and handsome, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that showed off his impressive physique. His massive muscles were more than capable of pinning me to a bed as he fucked me stupid. He was grinding against another twink, showing off he had the moves to drive me wild. But there was enough room between them for me to insert myself between them.

He looked down at me with a challenging glare in his slate-gray eyes that caused my heart to skip a beat. “I was dancing with him.” His deep, baritone voice made my cock hard. Fuck, I needed him.

I rested my palms on his defined pecs and moved up to rest my hands on his broad shoulders as I imagined holding on to him while he used his big muscles to fuck me good. Yes, he would do nicely. I looked up at him with a cocky grin. “And now, you’re dancing with me.”

He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me closer as he rocked against me. “Who are you?”

I tugged him down to my level. “The guy you’re going to fuck tonight.” I went up on my tiptoes to kiss him hard, letting him know I was serious about having him rock my world.

He took control, dominating me the same way I hoped he’d do in bed. When we parted for air, he stared down at me with a dark hunger that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine and straight to my balls.

“You’re coming home with me, handsome.” I took him by the hand and tugged him to follow me.

He jerked me back to press up against his body. “Nobody tells me what to do.” There was a dangerous rumble in his voice that spiked my arousal.

“Oh, no. I guess you’ll have to punish me for my impudence.” My sarcasm earned me a sharp bark of laughter. “I think pounding me into a mattress would be a good punishment, don’t you?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it.”

“Then you’ll have to keep trying until I learn my lesson.” I turned around to press my ass against him as I danced to the music. My sense of hope grew as he began grinding against me and his hands wandered over my body. I felt so small in his embrace, making me crave more.

“What makes you think you can handle me?” His breath was hot against my ear, spiking my arousal sky-high.

“The fourteen-inch dildo in my nightstand drawer.” I laughed at his shocked gasp as I turned in his arms to face him. Running my hands up his huge biceps made my dick throb from how badly I needed him to manhandle me. “But why should I settle for it when I could have someone like you pin me down and give me the aggressive fuck I’m dying for?”

An interesting rumble escaped him. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Good thing I’m a pyromaniac who can handle the blaze.” I reached between us to cup my hand around his arousal I had inspired, giving it a slow stroke as I grinned up at him. “You’ve already struck the match, so come light my fire, baby.”

He may have laughed at my cheesy line, but he still followed me home.

Once we werein my studio apartment, I put on a show of stripping out of my black mesh top as I danced.

“You certainly don’t waste any time,” the man said with amusement lacing his tone.

I kicked off my shoes before I slid my pants to the floor with a sensuous sway of my hips, then toed off my socks. “You don’t strike me as someone who enjoys small talk.” I stroked myself through my briefs, with the pouch of my jockstrap barely containing me. “Plus, I’m horny as hell. I don’t require words or foreplay. All I need is for you to use your massive muscles to drill me into my mattress.”

He chuckled as he took off his shirt and cast it aside. The sight of his glorious definition made my lust skyrocket. I wanted to worship his chiseled perfection at length, but that would have to wait until later.

I turned my back to him, showing off my bare ass, which was hugged by the bands of my jockstrap briefs. Bending over in a deliberate show, I ran my hands over my cheeks to give them a squeeze. “Can you do that for me, big boy?”

“None of this ‘big boy’ shit. My name is Duke.” The rest of his clothes hit the floor, making me grin. Before I could see what he was packing, he pulled me flush against his body. Because of our significant height difference, his cock pressed against my lower back instead of my ass. It was fucking glorious. “What’s your name?”

I slid off my underwear before I moved out of his grasp to get a bottle of lube and three condoms that were attached to each other. I held them up before I tossed them on the sheets of my unmade bed. “Make me come three times and I’ll tell you.”

His laughter was a dark, rumbling noise that made precum bead on the tip of my cock. “Why is three the magic number? Are you some kind of sex genie or something?”

I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “Something like that, yeah.” I got on my hands and knees on top of my bed as I put myself on full display for him. “Why don’t you get over here and show me what you’ve got, Duke?”

“I have to call you something.” The bed dipped as he kneeled behind me, making my pulse race at being mere moments away from what I wanted.

“Shouldn’t a sex god like you think names are optional?” I stretched out with a soft moan, wiggling my ass to tempt him further. “What use do you have for a name when you’re pounding me until my voice is raw from crying out?”

“If you won’t tell me what it is, I’ll have to make one up for you.” His fingers dipped down my crack and encountered my secret. “Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t interested in wasting time with prep.” It was a relief when he pulled the thick butt plug out of me. “All I want is for you to fuck me into oblivion.”

It surprised me when he got up to put the lubed plug on a tissue on my nightstand. There was something quaint about his fastidiousness and old-fashioned need for a name. He tore off a condom and picked up the bottle of lube before he studied me with a thoughtful expression.

“Are you seriously thinking of a name for me?” It was hilarious to me he would feel the need to do that. What was wrong with a nameless fuck? There were fewer complicating feelings that way.

“Last chance to tell me your actual name before I call you something you’ll hate.”

His threat only turned me on more. “Do your worst.”

He tilted my chin up with his clean hand, stroking the outline of my jaw with his thumb and an unexpected amount of tenderness. “If I’m Duke, it’s only fair that you’re Duchess.”

“I’d only be Duchess if I married you,” I pointed out. “It’s hardly an appropriate nickname for a guy you’re about to plow.”

His little smirk lit a fire in my belly. “Then tell me your real name.”

Him wanting to know so badly made it more fun to deny him. “Duchess it is.”

He shook his head. “You’re certainly stubborn.”

“You have no idea.” I laughed as he got behind me and made my excitement go into overdrive when he tore open the condom and put it on. “Don’t treat me like a delicate flower. I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

“Why?” His tone was curious rather than judgmental, which was another point in his favor.

“Because I have needs.” As I braced myself on my forearms, I reminded myself to relax. “I may be little compared to you, but I promise I can handle you in alpha beast mode.”

“I’ve never met a more aggressive, demanding, and enigmatic bottom,” he said with a laugh. Before I could complain, he slid his sheathed cock into me. “It makes me want to find out your secrets, Duchess.”

“Feel free to fuck them out of me.” I shoved back to take more of him and send the message that I was more than ready for what he was about to do. “You’ll have better luck going hard and fast. I’m not telling you a damn thing if you go soft and slow.”

It caught me off guard when Duke wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and used his grip to jerk me up with a roughness that sent an electric thrill through me. “Be careful what you wish for, Duchess. You just might get it.” He nipped at my ear with his teeth, making me whimper.

Before I made a smart-ass crack, he roughly pushed me down onto the bed. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck to pin me in place to give me what I had been craving: to be held down while he fucked me with breathtaking speed. I cried out as he rutted against me like a wild animal in heat. He targeted my prostate with a precision that made me see stars as I fisted the sheets in my hands. “Yes! Fuck me harder!”

He earned another point when he obeyed without argument. Most men would do it for a few thrusts, then slow down again. But the man was a machine as he shoved me into the mattress and fucked me with wild abandon just the way I liked it. I had never been so satisfied in my entire life.

All the stress that had built up over midterms melted away as he gave me the deep-dicking I had been aching for. I pleaded for more with moans and sighs as he used my body for his pleasure. His grip tightened as he held me in place while fucking me into oblivion with a skill that made my toes curl. I got off on the harsh sounds of our bodies connecting with violent passion. It was hard, rough, and absolutely perfect.

My mouth babbled without permission as Duke’s name mixed with endless swears and cries as he continued giving me the best fuck of my entire life. When I was right on the edge, I reached down to jerk myself off. He grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back at an angle that added a flash of pain to my pleasure, which I fucking loved.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself,” Duke growled. His dark disapproval turned me on even more.

Why was challenging him so exhilarating and sexy? “I don’t need your permission to do anything, handsome.”

“You come when I say you do.” He hitched my arm higher as he tightened his grip on it.

My contrarian nature, combined with the delicious pain and satisfying fuck, made it twice as gratifying to orgasm with a full-body shudder. I took great delight in arguing, “No, I come whenever I damn well please.”

“Now, I really will have to punish you.” He pulled out and used his sheer brawn to flip me onto my back like I was a rag doll who weighed nothing. I would have complained about being on the wet spot, but the feral gleam in his eyes excited me too much. “It seems I need to get creative to teach you a lesson about what happens when you displease me, Duchess.”

“Oh, yeah?” I met his intimidating gaze with one of my own. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

His smirk was wicked and sexy. “By making you come completely undone.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but if it equaled more pleasure, I was down for anything. Clearly, I had picked the right alpha male to keep me entertained for the evening.