Page 55 of Lost and Bound
I opened.
He slid his other hand behind my head, holding it in place and cushioning it from bumping into the tree trunk, and pushed his cock into my waiting mouth.
And stopped, the head of his cock just barely nudging into my throat. I couldn’t get a full breath, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even moan. There wasn’t anything except the hot, demanding flesh filling my mouth.
“Look at me.” I had to roll my eyes all the way up, since I couldn’t shift my head so much as a fraction of an inch. Calder stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “You want me to show you who you belong to? Is that it? Teach you a lesson, so you never go off into the woods with pretty boys like Nate again?”
I would’ve nodded—no, shaken my head. I’d have shaken my head, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want alesson, for fuck’s sake. What I needed was to come, my cock almost hurting. I needed him to do what I wanted, fuck my throat and show me…show me…not that, not who I belonged to.
But when Calder thrust a little, choking me and drawing out a strangled, helpless little sound, I couldn’t do anything but gaze up at him like an obedient, submissive mate.
“You’re mine.” He thrust again, not too hard, but hard enough to show me I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. “You belong to me.” Still in that even, factual tone. “Only me. Mine, Jared. I’d tell you to repeat it, but your mouth’s busy right now.”
He fucked into me a little harder, and his fingers flexed in my hair. I took it all, still gazing up at him, caught and held by his silver eyes.His. I couldn’t say it, but I could hear it repeating over and over again in my mind.
“Are you going to come while I use your mouth, Jared?” Now he sounded a little rougher, a little less in control. Of himself, anyway. He had me completely subjugated. “Get yourself off. I want to see you come all over the ground while I’m fucking your pretty face.”
I scrabbled at my fly, but I didn’t even make it. By the time I had the zipper down, I was already coming, helplessly, all over the dirt and leaves at his feet, still pinned in place by the huge cock speared into my throat.
“Fuck,” Calder gasped, and thrust harder, almost hurting me, making my throat achingly raw. And then he stiffened and pulsed on my tongue, shooting straight down my throat while I swallowed desperately, trying to get it all into me.
He didn’t knot my mouth after all. Oh, gods, if he’d knotted my mouth I’d be stuck kneeling there, mute and helpless, moaning around it like a gag…one more spasm struck me, and my cock dribbled another small spurt of come. He waited until he’d softened a little, and then slowly dislodged his cock from my throat, dragging the head over my tongue. A few drops escaped, and I licked my lips, trying to catch it all. I’d tasted my own come—I mean, what guy hadn’t?—so I knew what to expect. But it tasted better than mine. It tasted like mate, like Calder, like his magic and our bond.
He stroked my cheek as his cock slipped out from between my lips. “Yours,” I said hoarsely, still unable to look away from his eyes. “I belong to you.”
Without bothering to put his cock away, Calder slipped his hands down and caught me under the arms, hoisting me up and leaning me back against the tree, wrapping his arms around me.
And then he kissed me, long and slow and sure, tangling his tongue with mine and chasing the taste of himself in my mouth. I wound my arms around his back and let myself go pliant, kissing him back lazily, without any intent at all. We kissed because it felt good, because we wanted to, because feeling his warm, big body wrapped around mine was an end in and of itself, not a means to something more. He pulled back at last, sucking lightly on my lower lip.
“Better?” he asked.
I blinked at him. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—what does that mean?”
Calder smiled down at me, his eyes almost soft, as much as they could be with that ever-present glow. “It means you feel better.”
Well, that didn’t answer my question at all.
But it wasn’t like he really needed to.
“Yeah,” I breathed, giving up on pretending. “Yeah. I feel better.”
“Good.” He kissed me again. “We should go back to the house. I think we have some important stuff to discuss too.”
Did he mean…? Yeah, apparently he had caught that byplay, because he raised an eyebrow at me suggestively.
“You’re insatiable,” I said, shaking my head. “Seriously. You just fucked my mouth.” The blush I could feel heating my cheeks made me blush even more, in embarrassment for blushing in the first place. Fuck me.
“Which means your ass hasn’t gotten fucked yet.” He didn’t show a trace of shame, damn him. “And that means you still want it. Come on, Jared.”
Calder took my hand and tugged, easily pulling me after him as he walked away—not because I didn’t resist, obviously, but because he was so big and heavy that his momentum was irresistible.
“I don’t need my ass fucked,” I muttered, even as heat built in the pit of my stomach and I felt that throbbing need between my legs that I couldn’t ignore.
“Sure you don’t,” he said. “I’m going to do it anyway.”
Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I followed him into the house.
Chapter 15
