Page 36 of Justice For Me

“Malachi,” he wheezed. “Oh, dear Lord. Oh, fuck me. I can’t…can’t handle it. It’s too much.” Malachi’s only answer was to force his tongue in even deeper.

“Seriously, I’m going to…”

“Don’t you dare,” Malachi warned between tongue-flicks. “This is one night you don’t get to take the edge off. I want you right on the edge, hanging on for dear fucking life, the entire time. Understood?”

“Please let me come,” he mewled, his pleading voice making him sounded pitiful. Hanging in a cloudless state of I’m-about-to-die arousal, Justice still managed a brilliant idea. Experimentally, he thrust his hips forward and was rewarded by the delicious feel of his cock sliding against the wall, creating some much needed friction.Not take the edge off, his ass, he was about to come unglued.

The sound of a loud smack as a hand made contact with his ass was added into the mix of sexy noises taking place. “You stop that right now. That was a very bad boy, Justice. Now look at what you’re going to make me do,” Malachi growled. He moved his hands away from their hold on his ass and gripped his hips. Tugging, he pulled until Justice was a couple of feet away from the wall and unable to gain any of that sweet friction that might cause him to do something naughty. His hands remained planted there, holding him in place, but no longer tormenting the sweet hole only inches away from his mouth. “Since I can’t trust you to be a good boy, I’m going to have to hold you like this.” His tongue slipped between the crease but couldn’t make contact with the prize. “I need you to drop your hands from position and reach back here and spread yourself for me…hold yourself wide open until I say you can let go. Hands. Now!”

“Ah…man,” Justice groaned. “Don’t make me do that.” Even as he pleaded for mercy, his hands were reaching back, gripping his own ass, and pulling himself open to expose the pink spot for Malachi again. He felt like a fucking fool.

“Perfect. Tilt your upper body forward until your forehead is resting against the wall. It will help with your balance. Keep yourself spread, babe. Don’t make me use corporal punishment duringthis.”

Justice did as he was instructed and it did happen to make the position more comfortable…ifanything about this particular position could be calledcomfortable. An odd thought crossed his mind and he wanted to ask before Malachi’s tongue went back to work and turned him into a moaning bitch. “Why aren’t you calling me pet? You never call me babe.”

“You’re my pet in the playroom, Justice. Right now, you’re my lover.”

Well sweet mother of all things holy and unholy…he felt, in that very instant, himself lose focus. He was alover…and his heart fucking loved it. His head was screaming ‘What the fuck’, but his heart was happy.

He felt a tongue slide back inside of him, caressing him in a way he hadn’t known was even possible. The exquisite torture continued, tongue flickering and teasing, Malachi’s hands holding him strongly around his hips…making him feel cherished. Time was lost, he had no clue how long Malachi played with him that way. His body felt like it was floating in a wild wave of physical and emotional pleasure. His stupid whimpers sounded further and further away as he kept drifting in his pleasure pool. Hell, he was drowning in the fucking pleasure pool, didn’t know anything at all until he felt Malachi toss him over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” He yelped in alarm. Every drop of water drained straight out of his pleasure pool when he found himself upended without any warning. He was completely naked, ass straight up in the air and his junk smashed against Malachi’s chest…and the other man was still completely dressed. “What are we doing?”

He heard Malachi’s chuckle.

“We? I think I lost you back there, babe. Did you go someplace really happy…leave me behind?” He gave the ass jiggling in front of him a nice open-palm slap. “You left my face buried in a behind, that’s for sure.”

The minute they were inside Malachi’s bedroom, Justice felt himself being literally thrown through the air. He landed in the middle of the bed with a very undignified humph. His mouth opened to begin complaining about being manhandled, but it slammed completely shut when he saw Malachi start to strip. The look on the other man’s face, all hot and intense, caused every word he’d been thinking about saying to freeze right up in his throat.

Every night for the past two and a half weeks, Malachi had slept naked next to him. His body, tall and lean but still covered in thick muscles and intimidating tattoos, was manly beauty to the point of perfection but now, with that look in his eyes, it made him look even more…more fucking everything. Muscles rippled and bunched as he yanked his clothes off and tossed them aside. His cock, rock hard in full arousal was…

Well, shit, it was fucking huge. Intimidating. Daunting. A shiver rushed through Justice, licking certain parts of his body with an electric spark.

When Malachi was completely naked, Justice felt like his heart was going to explode. So nervous, he was trembling all over and it made him feel like a fool. He wanted this. Fuck, if he was completely honest with himself, he would admit he’d probably wanted this since the first minute Malachi had sent out his I’m-A-Bad-Ass vibe. His body purred like a fucking kitten when the man was anywhere near him.

Yea, he wanted it. He also knew it was going to hurt…like a mother fucker. There was no other way around it. The toys burned and hurt with the initial stretch so it didn’t take much imagination to know what Malachi’s cock was going to do to his poor hole. He clenched up tight just thinking about it.

“Uh uh. You’re gonna have to relax for me, babe. Tightening up, I promise, will only make it worse,” he assured him with a cocky grin as he climbed onto the bed, looking like a giant lion stalking its prey. He traced a seductive path down the front of the kid’s chest, pinched both nipples and then trailed further down to grasp his lean hip bones and yanked him against him. “You can still say no, babe. If you aren’t ready, we can wait.”

He should probably wait. It was going to hurt. He couldn’t wait, wanted it too badly. He wanted the emotional connection that came with intimacy. It was playing with fire but if he was extra careful, stayed focused, he could handle it.

“Don’t want to wait. I’m just nervous. Any chance you can tell me it’s not going to hurt as bad as I think it’s going to?”

“Eh…no? Trust and honesty, remember? I can’t lie to you, babe. It’s going to hurt at first, burn like the toys have when I’ve stretched you. I’ll do everything I can to prepare you, be as gentle as I can, but you’re fucking tight and my cock is fucking big.”

Justice whimpered. “Brag much?”

Malachi chuckled. “Have you seen my cock?”

“Yes,” Justice grumbled. He knew where this was headed. Why couldn’t the bastard have just lied to him? There were always exceptions to every rule, one white lie wouldn’t have killed either of them.

“Is it small?”

“Hell, no.”

Another blasted chuckle. “You want me to give you a minute to take one of your fingers and shove it up your ass to prove how tight you are?”

“Hell, fucking no,” Justice hissed.

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