Page 92 of Given

“You’re so fucking big,” I breathed. I ran a greedy gaze over him, drinking in his wide shoulders and the golden hair on his chest. His strong jaw and tree-trunk thighs. Every muscle looked cut from stone—the product of years of training and centuries of breeding. He wrapped one sword-callused hand around my cock and worked my shaft as he sucked me down.

My balls tightened. My hole clenched in anticipation of feeling his big dick fill me up. I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood.

He must have liked that, because he growled and sucked harder. He pulled off long enough to let a long string of saliva drizzle down my dick. He watched it descend, then worked it over my length before slurping me down again. He licked another swirl around my cock head, which held my heartbeat and most of the blood in my body. I had to squeeze my eyes shut because the sight of his golden stubble and his firm lips sealed around my shaft was too much. His free hand cupped my balls briefly, then dipped lower. His finger teased my hole.

My hips jerked off the bed. “Varick…” I fell back on the bed. Speared my hands through my hair and pulled at the strands until pinpricks of pain dotted my scalp. My heart raced. Shivers coursed up and down my limbs, concentrating in my thighs. “If you want to fuck me, you have to hurry up. I can’t hold out.”

For once, he didn’t argue. Probably because he was as close to losing it as I was. He released my cock with a wet pop, letting my dick smack against my stomach. “You brought oil?”

I lifted my head. “What do you think?”

He gave me a look as he thrust a hand under the pillows and withdrew the vial I’d stashed there. He uncorked it and dumped most of the contents on his fingers. His cock sprang proudly from the nest of golden hair between his legs. He slicked oil over his straining shaft. “Shameless slut. Thought you were going to get fucked today, hmm?”

“You could say that.” I watched him shake out the last few drops of oil. “You think that’s going to be enough?”

He lowered himself back over me. Shoved one of my legs up and stroked slick fingers over my opening. His face was so close to mine I could see each individual eyelash. “You want to feel good or not?” he demanded, his warm breath tickling my cheek.

“I want you to hurry up and stick your fat dick in me.”

“Then shut up and let me do this.” He braced himself on his forearm as he worked me open. He was so damn good at it. The perfect combination of aggressive and gentle. Sometimes, he made me come that way, fingering me until I fell apart. But I wanted more from him now, so I clung to my control by the ragged ends of my fingertips.

He watched my face the whole time, collecting all my emotions. It was shockingly intimate, having his fingers buried deep inside me while he observed every twitch of my lips and flutter of my eyelids. He was quiet while I gasped and moaned. When he hit my spot, he remained a steady rock as I arched and yelled a long string of profanity. But when I lifted my head and kissed him, he kissed me back. Rough and wet and hard. Just as sloppy as his mouth on my dick.

“Fuck, baby,” I breathed against his lips. My hips rolled, and I whimpered and shivered. Slick sounds accompanied his easy thrusts in and out of my hole. “I’m ready.”

“Just a little bit more.”

“I can’t.” He was three fingers deep, and I was leaking so much my stomach was a shiny mess.

“Yes, you can.” He put his face closer to mine. “Breathe. That’s my good boy, relaxing that little hole. Always so tight and pretty for me. But I need it loose for the things I’ve got planned for it.” His gentle tone belied his filthy words and the wicked things his fingers were doing inside me. He rubbed firm circles over my gland, forcing a fresh spurt of precome from my slit.

A high-pitched sound ripped from my mouth, which hung open as I writhed on his fingers. His hard, glistening dick brushed my thigh. He looked ready to burst.

But he kept us waiting. Because he liked this—opening me up. He liked the initial resistance and the reactionary clenches I couldn’t control. He liked the heat and the way he could reduce me to a desperate, squirming mess. He liked seeing me give up. Because surrender was always part of it. Letting him in meant letting go.

I thumped the back of my head against the bed. “Fucking shit, Varick.”

“Yeah, enough,” he said suddenly, almost like he was talking to himself. He pulled his fingers from my ass and flipped me onto my stomach. Rough hands grabbed my hips and jerked me onto all fours. He shoved my head down with a firm hand between my shoulder blades. Then he palmed my cheek, lined up, and drove into me in one powerful thrust.

We both yelled. He seized my hips and ground his pelvis against my ass, lodging himself so deep I swore I could feel his dick in my throat. My balls drew up tight. The tip of my aching cock scraped the bed, and I buried my face in the sheets and swore.

“All right?” he asked gruffly.

“Fuck yes. Keep going.”

He grunted. Dug his fingers into my hips and launched straight into a hard, powerful rhythm that shook the bed and made me clutch at the sheets. He’d worked us both up so much, there was no room for nuance. No slow, easy thrusts that built to a powerful crescendo. This was filthy fucking, pure and simple. He hammered my hole, drilling me so hard I felt like my bones might shake apart. His balls slapped my taint—an erotic spanking that made me grunt like an animal. Every stroke of his cock nailed that magical spot inside me, liquefying my bones until I was a mindless puddle of need.

“More,” I panted. “Let me have it.”

“You’re getting it,” he growled, but he fucked me harder, pounding my ass with punishing thrusts. Even with my healing abilities, I was going to feel him tomorrow. Good. I wanted to remember every inch of his dick. I clawed at the sheets as he threatened to fuck me off the mattress.

He kept at it for a minute, then yanked me up so we were both on our knees. He hooked his arms around my elbows and really laid into me, plowing me so hard and fast my teeth clicked together. The bed’s massive headboard smacked the wall.

“Fuck,” I gasped. I couldn’t catch my breath. “Fuck, Varick. Oh fuck.”

His teeth nipped my shoulder. “Stick it out.”

We’d been together long enough for me to know what he wanted. I spread my knees wide and arched my back until it hurt. The position thrust my ass up, giving him more access to my hole. He loosened his grip on my arms and leaned back. A low, satisfied sound rumbled from him.

---