Page 45 of Taste of Blood
“Fuck, Ash. This isn’t the time…”
“No, this is exactly the time.”Slam. “I’ve waited.”Slam. “Ten fucking.”Slam. “Years.”Slam. “Without this hole.”Slam. “Who knows what fucked up head trip you’re going to send me on next, so I’m getting my money’s worth tonight.”
“Ash…”
“No.”
I pull all the way out until my head is just teasing his hole, holding it there while I massage his balls. I know he’s getting hard again because he’s trying to rub against the wall, but I don’t let him. I keep him just far enough away to leave him hungering for more.
And still I hold back at his entrance. It’s killing me. I want to bury myself so far inside him I’ll never find my way out, but I also want to punish him for all the anguish, the empty nights, the fucking blue balls I suffered because he walked away.
Besides, I know he loves it.
We both do.
“Ash, you sadistic fuck…”
I close my mouth over his ear, torturing him with my breath. “Yes, baby?”
I wish I had some rope. I’d make the knots tight so he couldn’t even move.
Then listen to him beg while I edge him to insanity.
Just the thought of it almost makes me come.
He growls and shoves his ass back against me, chasing his release. The sight of my cock just tipping into his ass is damnedpoetic. Maybe I should take a picture. Frame it for my bedroom wall.
I push in far enough to hit his prostate, then rock back and forth there, stimulating him to near tears. He starts babbling under his breath, so I decide to throw him a bone and reach around to grab his stiffening cock.
“Umph,” he grunts. “I’m going to fucking…” Groan.
“I know you are, baby. But tell me this isn’t exactly what you need.”
Okay, so maybe we’re both a little fucked up. Pain has always been a component of our sex life. And while I know just fucking Cord would answer a basic need, it wouldn’t bring him back for more.
He has toremember. He has to realize just how much he misses me, because I fucking miss the hell out of him.
And this is what I miss most. Being able to indulge the darkness with someone I trust.
With him.
I tease his entrance a little more then thrust inside him, building him up again before backing off and holding.
“Ash. Fuck.”
I repeat it two more times, fucking him to the point of release then pulling back. Until I can feel his body vibrating with need. My own cock is begging for release, but this isn’t about me right now. Everything I do is to drive him crazy.
And it’s working. His sweet ass rubs against me, tempting me, and it takes all my control not to pound it until I come. All the while my thumb circles the head of his cock while my hand pumps it. Fast then slow until he’s whimpering for release.
“Do you want this?” I whisper in his ear.
“Damn it, Ash. You fucking know I do.”
I chuckle darkly. “Then don’t leave me hanging.” I slam all the way inside him until his yelp is a combination of relief andpain. Every thrust after that is harder than the last, driving home my point and pounding Cord against the wall.
“I.”Slam. “Can’t.”Slam. “Live.”Slam. “Without.”Slam. “You.”Slam.
The last one nearly wrecks both of us. When I come it’s like my cock is going to explode. I feel like I’ve entered an alternate reality. One I haven’t visited in far too long.
