Page 52 of Punished
“I’m his bodyguard and his father wants him back home,” Chen said.
“Yeah, we don’t know that. We need to see proof. Until you can show that, let him go,” one of the guards said.
Chen pulled out his gun and both bouncers stiffened, their eyes widening as their hands went up. The few people standing around gasped or screamed. “No one move,” he commanded and everyone in the vicinity obeyed. He looked at the bouncers. “I don’t want to shoot you, but I will.” Chen turned to Yìchén. “Tell them the truth, now, or their blood will be on your hands.”
Seeing how his lie nearly got two men killed, Yìchén huffed and nodded. “It’s true. He’s my bodyguard, I’m sorry,” he admitted.
“Fucking asshole,” said one of the bouncers, directing that at Yìchén.
Normally, Chen would have kicked the man’s ass for insulting his boss’ son, but considering the circumstances, he allowed him to have that one. Chen slipped his gun back into his holster and the two guards got out of their way. “Let’s go,” Chen said, then dragged Yìchén off down the block. The whole time he made his way to his car, his libido raged and demanded to give in to his nature. Yìchén trying to protest the entire way only fed his beast more.
They got to his car and he slammed Yìchén against the side of it. “Ow!” Yìchén cried out and snarled at Chen, “What the fuck?”
Chen didn’t care about any of that, didn’t care that he was about to do something he shouldn’t. All he cared about was satisfying the beast inside of him after his hunt. He grabbed Yìchén’s jaw, leaned forward, and kissed the imp.
At first, Yìchén’s lips were stiff, but as Chen’s tongue pushed past them, he opened them up. He worked his mouth against Chen’s as they kissed. This night was full of surprises as far as he was concerned and this was the best of them. Finally, Chen was kissing him, a man unrestrained. He wrapped his arms around Chen’s shoulders as they continued tokiss, their tongues and lips moving as one as Chen claimed and Yìchén surrendered.
Chen pulled back and glared at Yìchén. All he could see was the beauty that belonged to him. He’d earned this. He turned Yìchén around and pushed him forward on the hood of his car. He snatched the man’s glittery skinny jeans and briefs down, exposing the gorgeous, plump ass that was his for the taking. He didn’t know if anyone was watching and he didn’t care. Not right then. All he cared about was getting his cock inside of his prey. He unzipped his pants, pulled his erection out, then spit into his palm.
“I knew you wanted me,” Yìchén teased.
“Shut up, don’t say a fucking word,” Chen ordered with a snarl as he guided his spit-slicked cock inside Yìchén’s ready and willing hole.
“Ugn,” Yìchén groaned, his eyes closing as the cock of the man he’d been fantasizing about since he first laid eyes on him breached his sphincter.
“Take it!” Chen growled and pushed forward, burying himself deep inside the boy. “Ahhhh fuck,” he gasped, his head back as he relished this well-deserved sensation. The feeling was everything he’d hoped for and more. Hot, tight, and so fucking sweet and he worked his hips, pounding into the hole that was designed by the heavens for him.
“Ah, ah... ah fuck,” Yìchén panted, his eyes rolling into his head as he moaned in pleasure. His own cock was caught between him and the car and was hard as hell. He reached behind him, grabbing onto Chen’s muscular thigh, pulling him closer as the man pushed forward with his thrusts.
Chen was snarling the entire time, his body pulsed in ecstasy as he fucked hard and without a care in the world. This was his natural state, what he’d been denying himself, and he didn’t hold back. He pressed one hand on Yìchén’s shoulder blade and the other held a grip on the man’s hip. He grunted andgrowled as he milked his dick inside his boy.
“Oh god... I’m cumming,” Yìchén whimpered.
Chen’s gaze was clouded over with lust and he needed to hear Yìchén orgasm. He needed to see it and know it was his cock that made it all happen. He didn’t slow his speed and when Yìchén cried out, he didn’t cover his mouth. He wanted to hear every pant, moan, and yell as he watched the boy twitch and gasp in pleasure against the hood of his car.
Seeing Yìchén come set him off and Chen thrusted several more times, then froze. “Ahhhh fuck!” he growled out, the muscles and veins in his neck tense as he shook from his powerful orgasm. The thought of him filling Yìchén with his spunk made him nearly black out. He huffed and his chest heaved as he looked down to see his slick cock push forward between the boy’s buns as he fucked the last of his cum from his balls. He pulled out and released Yìchén, taking a few steps back.
Yìchén remained bent over the hood, his body floating in the aftermath of the best orgasm he’d ever had. His asshole was cool from the breeze and he could feel Chen’s cum seeping from his hole and down the length of his thighs. He almost hated to have to wash it off when he got home, because it was a badge of honor to have the man’s jizz inside of him.
“Shit,” Chen cursed as he shoved his cock back into his pants.
The tone in Chen’s voice worried Yìchén. He straightened and pulled his pants up. He turned around to face Chen and frowned when he saw the grimace on Chen’s face. “What’s wrong? Is it because we didn’t use a condom?”
Chen huffed and shook his head. “Get in the car,” he said, then opened the door and grabbed Yìchén’s arm and shoved him inside. He walked aroundto the driver’s side. In his mind, he kicked himself for giving in to his most basic urges. How in the fuck had he lost control like that and fucked his boss’ son. Jesus, if Da Han found out, he’d kill him. Before he climbed inside, he took several deep breaths, then opened the door and sat down.
Yìchén looked at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked again and shrugged a shoulder. “I mean, we’re both negative, right?” He knew for sure that he was.
Chen nodded, then started the engine and ran his fingers through his hair. Before he put the car in drive, he looked at Yìchén. “This... never happened.”
Yìchén half snorted, half laughed. “Oh, it sure the fuck did.”
“No, it didn’t. Don’t ever bring it up. I mean it,” Chen said.
Yìchén rolled his eyes. “And if I do?”
Chen grabbed his jaw, not hard enough to bruise, but to get his point across. “If your father finds out, he’ll kill me. Is that what you want?”
The cocky expression on Yìchén’s face faded and was replaced by a mixture of fear and skepticism. “But—”
