Page 96 of Lucky Boys
Skye thought he was being clever, coming in for a hit with his left hand, but I knew this man inside and out. I knew all his tells, and I’d seen this move countless times. Fuck, he’d used it on me before.
When he aimed for my side, I turned just in time, took advantage of my longer grip, and fucking bear-hugged him.
Skye grunted and tried to escape my hold, which he could do if I gave him enough time. So instead, I slammed both of us against the closet tree, his back hitting it with enough force that it knocked the wind out of him.
I immediately moved my hand to his throat. Skye’s eyes widened. His dug his nails into my arms, but he wasn’t trying to use the 1,000 moves he knew to get me off him. The game was over, and Skye was mine.
I leaned in, grinning right in his face. “Look at you. The big game you talk, but you’re really fucking pathetic.” Skye whined, but it wasn’t in protest. He loved this shit during primal play, and sometimes other times. I’d been careful about it, since it was Brooks’s limit, and even though he said it was fine if it was directed toward Skye, both Skye and I had talked about it and agreed we would be careful at least until we were back home and could explore in our own space.
But here, out in the woods, with Brooks nowhere in sight?
“God, now that I have you, I don’t even want you. Such a sad little creature.”
Skye clawed at my hand, just a little desperation in his features. He kicked my shin, and it hurt like a motherfucker, but not enough for me to let go. He wanted more.
“I’m bored,” I told him drily. “Maybe your ass will still be satisfactory.”
It took some doing, but then I had Skye face down in the dirt. I placed a knee in his back, stopping any fight. With a hand in hishair, I tugged his head all the way back, painfully so I could see his eyes. Hell, if looks could kill . . .
It fueled me. I fucking loved this shit. Especially when Skye tried to spit at me, but his mouth was too dry from being choked and the angle was off, and just a small trail of saliva dripped down his lip.
“Such a sad, little boy.”
“Fuck you,” Skye tried to say, but it was broken and raspy.
I just shook my head sadly, like I was so disappointed in him.
“Let’s see if we can salvage this night.”
One thing I’d learned early on when playing with Skye was to never let my guard down. Even if it looked like he’d given in, he probably didn’t. So I’d came prepared and pulled out the handcuffs I had with me.
A quick scan of our area revealed the perfect spot. I stood up and grabbed Skye by the scruff of his neck and dragged him the few yards there.
“The fuck! What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!” Skye twisted and turned, but not enough to get out of my hold. Just enough to give me a fight.
I dropped him to the ground on his hands and knees. He glared at me, which was a mistake. I slapped him hard across the face, knocking him off-balance. While he was still shaken up, I grabbed his hands and got one of the cuffs around his wrist.
The next step wasn’t as easy. There was a fallen tree trunk, one that was narrower but still solid enough that Skye wouldn’t be able to break it. It was wedged in between another tree’s branches, leaving it on an angle, one big enough that I could easily cuff Skye’s hands around it so he couldn’t get away or try to hurt me when I took what was mine. It would leave him on his knees and trapped.
Though, easily wasn’t the right word because the bastard gave me a fucking fight. We were both scratched to shit and mycheek would probably be sporting a nasty bruise for days, but I finally had him.
I was fucking exhausted by then, but I finally got what I wanted. Skye rested his head against the tree trunk, panting. He was on his knees, his ass mine for the taking.
I knelt behind him and pulled his pants down. “This better be worth the trouble, boy,” I snapped before biting into his shoulder.
He grunted in pain but stayed mostly quiet. I freed my dick and spit on my hand a few times, lubing it up. Then, I spread his hole and spit right on it.
I roughly shoved my finger inside, pushing the spit with it. Like expected, Skye was loose and still a little wet from his prep.
“I knew you were a pathetic little whore begging for it.” I didn’t waste any more time before pushing into him.
This time, Skye did scream.
“Exactly where you’re meant to me,” I told him as I fucked him at a brutal pace. “Exactly what you deserve.”
“Mm-hmm—” It was all Skye could manage. But even like this, he was never a passive partner. He met every one one of my thrusts, challenging me to go harder, to take him rougher. My hands dug into his sides and I obliged.
“Fuck, Skye, I’m gonna come.”
