Page 18 of Endangered Species
When Nicky was in front of him, Cy spun him around. “Put your hands on the top bunk and keep them there.” Nicky shivered but did as he was told. “Open your legs for me.”
Cy lost himself for a moment just gazing at the lines of Nicky’s muscled back and the curve of his spine and the rounded perfection of his ass. Cy slicked up his fingers, slipping them into the furrow of Nicky’s ass, playing across his hole. “You sure you want it to hurt?”
Nicky looked back over his shoulder, his gaze pleading. “Fuck me so hard that not a single person who sees me in the shower tomorrow will doubt who I belong to.”
Cy captured Nicky’s mouth in a filthy kiss, capturing his cry as he forced three fingers inside him at once. When he tore his mouth away, he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you?”
“What?” Nicky whispered.
“Belong to me?” Cy asked, pumping his fingers in and out of the slick heat of Nicky’s body.
Nicky rocked back against Cy’s fingers, forcing them deeper. “I do.”
Cy pulled his fingers free, wiping them off on the blanket before coating his cock and sliding it between Nicky’s cheeks until he was pressed against his entrance. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I belong to you,” Nicky said, breathless.
Cy’s cock throbbed at Nicky’s words.
“Again,” Cy growled.
“I belong to you. Just you. Cy, please,” Nicky begged.
Cy breached him in one relentless push, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Nicky’s shoulders rose and fell like it was an effort to breathe, but when he looked back at Cy, there was no doubt he was turned on. “Show me.”
Cy gripped Nicky’s hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Nicky braced himself against the top bunk so that each thrust reverberated through him, forcing the air from his lungs. Tiny panting moans fell from his lips.
“Harder.”
“So bossy,” Cy muttered, even as he did as Nicky asked, gripping his throat with one hand and his hip with the other, squeezing both as he drove into Nicky’s tight channel again and again. When he started to jerk himself, Cy slapped his hand away. “Not until I’m done with you.”
Cy smacked Nicky’s ass hard enough to leave a mark, and Nicky’s throaty whine had him doing it again and again in time with his thrusts until Cy’s handprints blossomed crimson across the landscape of Nicky’s golden skin. Heat pricked along his spine, pleasure pooling in his insides as his orgasm drew closer. When he wrapped his fist around Nicky’s cock, he was hard and leaking. Cy thumbed over Nicky’s slit, using precum and the lube still on his hand to work him relentlessly.
Nicky moaned. “Cy, I’m gonna come.”
“Not. Yet.”
“Please…you feel so good.”
That was all it took to punch Cy’s release from him, his teeth sinking into the back of Nicky’s neck as he bred him, spilling his seed deep inside. “Now, you can come.”
Two more thrusts and Nicky was crying out, his cum spilling over Cy’s tightened fist. He kept stroking him until Nicky pushed his hand away. He dropped his head to the metal frame of the top bunk, shoulders rising and falling with the efforts of his breathing.
Cy went to pull out, but Nicky shook his head. “Not yet.”
Cy kissed the mark he left on the back of Nicky’s neck, then the one on his shoulder, content to occupy himself with mapping the bruises and indentations he’d left on Nicky’s skin with the two of them still joined. “We have to move eventually. We can’t sleep like this.”
“I just like the way you feel inside me. It makes me feel…” Nicky trailed off.
“Feel what?” Cy asked.
“Nothing. It’s stupid. Come lay down with me.”
Nicky went to move, but Cy gripped him around the waist, holding him hostage against his chest. “Not until you finish your sentence.”
Nicky’s face was as red as the handprints on his ass when he gave Cy a look from over his shoulder before turning away. “I don’t know…safe? Wanted? Connected? Not alone?”
