Page 16 of To Claim A King
“Wait a goddamned minute, Conan. I’m not your bitch boy. You want to work out some aggression? Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Crossing his arms across his chest, he raised his chin in challenge. “But you’re not forcing me to do feck all.”
He spun on his heel quicker than I could react, and before I registered the movement, he was behind me, jumping up and wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist.
The hot breath that had just hardened me to stone now fanned against my ear. I brought my hands up to release his hold around my throat.Sneaky fucker.
“I know yeh don’t know a whole lot about me, Kell-Bell, but I was wrestling champ in college.”
With another quick motion, his foot released from my waist and wrapped around the inside of my leg, knocking my knee out and toppling us both to the hard floor. My pants were still halfway down my leg, barely protecting my stiff shaft from getting snapped.
I let out a grunt of surprise at the quick takedown as mild pain radiated through my knees. Lauchlan was always surprising me, challenging me at every turn. It was irritating and exasperating, but begrudgingly intriguing. How was I hornier at this man who kept defying my every order?
Flattening me to the floor, his body completely covered me like a weighted blanket. He’d wrapped his thighs around mine in the fall, immobilizing the bottom half of my body completely. The feeling of being trapped beneath him fueled my fire, my need for dominance only slightly more powerful than my need for sex. I went limp in his hold, waiting for my chance to roll over him to punish him properly.
“Guessin’ you’ve never been topped before, eh, Conan?” That Irish brogue was harsh in my ear. “Why don’t I pound some of that hate right out of yeh? Expel it through your dick with a come of a lifetime.” He leaned in, biting the soft skin underneath my earlobe. The nip spread more heat across my skin, except it was vicious lust instead of rage.
Fuck, I wanted to come.Neededto. And he wasn’t walking away from this room without my thick dick eight inches into his ass, pounding his greedy hole until it split apart for me.
His lips on my neck were just enough of a distraction to buck my torso, flinging him off me and onto his back three feet away. In two quick shuffles, I was on top of him, pinning his flushed body to the hardwood. My pants had ripped in two with the motion, freeing my legs to straddle his hips. His thick shaft strained against his sweats, the only separation between us.
“I don’t bottom,” I retorted, offering a violent grin as I looked down at his pliant form. “But you do.”
I tore at his sweats, raising only to drag them down his legs, and exposed his heavy, fuckable cock bobbing against his pelvis. He did nothing to stop me, grinning maniacally, like tackling me to the ground was his best version of fun.
“Say please, Conan.” Lauchlan licked his lips, his green eyes darkening. He stared up at me. “Say please and you can use me as your cum dumpster until I scream.”
Fuck.All I wanted was this sexy, irritating man’s asshole to grip my cock and take away this pain for one holy moment before the rest of my world collapsed around me. My whole life was pain, the “hope” inscribed on my knuckles only a naïve prayer somehow, I’d eventually find my way out of the fuckery I’d been born into.
He gazed up at me expectantly, waiting for the words that would hurt me to say.
Please.I didn’t say “please.” I ordered. I demanded. I took. But, fuck it all, I felt compelled to say them. The sexy Irishman was lying beneath me, willing to give me what I needed. I could give him the same.
“Please, Lauchlan, I need to fuck you.” I grit out through clenched teeth, disliking the taste of the words on my tongue.
His eyes lit up with triumph. Sitting up, he gripped the sides of my jaw and slammed his mouth over mine in a deep, drugging kiss. His force matched my own as I leaned into him, stealing every breath and tasting every corner of his mouth as my tongue battled with his for dominance.
Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving me wanting another taste of him. His wide grin exposed two rows of perfectly straight teeth. “Coconut oil’s on the table.” He nodded toward the end table at the side of the couch. “Joey didn’t bring lube, so I’ve had to make do.”
Eyes widening at that insinuation—had he been fucking his hand earlier withcoconut oil?—I shifted my body weight to reach for the tub , eyeing it dubiously. A shudder rose through my shaft and through every limb. A cock coated in coconut oil was the least of my concerns with Lauchlan’s exposed hole waiting for my entrance.
Unscrewing the lid, I rubbed the thick, cream-like substance all over my shaft. It melted on contact. I pushed apart his thighs and scooped a blob onto my fingers, rimming a generous coating along the puckered skin. My needy little victim shuddered beneath me, his body tensing when I pushed one finger inside of him, intentionally massaging his P spot.
“You like that, don’t you, you little cumslut?” I murmured and added a second finger, scissoring them in a practiced rhythm. “You’re going to let me fuck you full of my cum, aren’t you?”
Lauchlan groaned deep in his chest, bucking against my hand, and reached down to stroke his cock. His thick fingers gripped himself so hard, his tip turned a bruising purple.
The need to brutally fuck the man beneath me abruptly halted my teasing. I took out my fingers and lined up my coated erection, then I placed both hands on either side of Lauchlan’s hips, gripping so tight I could feel the shift of bone beneathmy palms.
Sweat beaded against my brow as I tried and failed to enter him slowly. My desperate need to rid myself of my demons took precedence, and I thrust into him hard. The walls of his ass held me so tightly, stars blinked behind my eyelids. We both let out a rough grunt of want, and the vibration echoed through our chests while Lauchlan stroked himself with jerky movements and I took up my own relentless pace.
“You’re such.”Thrust. “A fucking.”Thrust. “Brat.”Thrust, thrust, thrust. The frenzied rhythm and his grip on my cock washed heat over me in a wave. I shut out my own desperate need for a moment to focus on him.
Glassy, lust-laced eyes stared back at me. Lauchlan’s flushed cheeks rose upward in a brazen grin. “Yea, and you love me.”
Snorting dismissively, I tweaked his nipple instead, grinning in satisfaction when he writhed in pleasure. This fuck was going to be short; My body was too tightly wound—every muscle cramping with need and anger—to savor the feel of him releasing me every time I pulled out, and welcoming me every time I thrust deeply inside. I searched for my salvation in his body, between his cheeks, and within the frantic way we kissed, all teeth and tongues, messy and manic.
Electricity shot up my spine as my balls tightened. I sped up my movements and shifted one hand to Lauchlan’s cock. The two of us jerked him off as my entire body stiffened, releasing thick jets of hot cum into his body. Within seconds, he covered my hand in his own release, the sticky fluid exploding all over the “hell” across my knuckles.
The release was euphoric, an exorcism of every bitter thought and burden in my brain and body, like a balloon releasing all of its air and finally resting wherever it landed. This man, apparently, was my resting place.
