Page 58 of Psycho
August was there suddenly, holding his face. “We can do that. Wewilldo that. I swear to you. I can show you a million ways to make him scream.”
That shouldn’t have been hot. There was nothing sexy about what he’d seen but he was jacked up on adrenaline and fury. And August was there. “Fuck me,” Lucas whispered. “I know I said I’d take care of you but I need you to make this stop. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“Fucking you isn’t exactly a hardship,” August promised before crashing their lips together, pulling back to say, “I don’t have anything for you to subdue me…”
Lucas shook his head. “No. We’re done with that. You don’t need it. You’re not as scary as you think you are.”
August’s nostrils flared as he spun Lucas around, dragging him back against him before sinking his teeth into his throat. “Yes, I really fucking am.”
“Then show me,” Lucas taunted.
Lucas prayed August didn’t refuse, couldn’t handle anything less than whatever brutality August was willing to give him. He wanted to be punished. He wanted to drown out the visions still swimming in his head. He wanted August to fill him up, hold him down. No, he fucking needed it,neededhim to fuck the anger and rage and nervous energy out of him before he lost his fucking mind.
August threaded one hand in Lucas’s hair while the other one plunged into his underwear, wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock. “Last chance.”
Lucas canted his hips, fucking into August’s fist. “I’m not changing my mind.”
August’s hand slipped free and Lucas mourned the loss. When his underwear pooled around his ankles, he stepped free before August’s hand settled between his shoulder blades, bending him over until he was forced to brace his hands on the comforter.
Fuck.
August draped himself over Lucas, biting at his ear. “Fuck. You look good like this. Bent over, vulnerable. What was it you said? Completely at my mercy?”
Lucas shivered but not from fear. August’s fingers were tugging at his balls, massaging them between his fingers, slipping farther back to tease roughly over Lucas’s hole.
Then he was gone, leaving him completely exposed. Lucas watched him in his periphery as he stalked to his side table and grabbed something before returning, dropping to his knees behind him.
Lucas sucked in a sharp breath as August’s teeth sank into his ass cheek. August gave a satisfied rumble, then soothed over the marks with his tongue. The pain/pleasure of it was dizzying, making his cock throb, pre-cum oozing obscenely onto August’s pristine black comforter.
Before Lucas could recover, August spread him open and laved over his hole with a laser focus that had him moaning long and low, pushing back on August’s nimble tongue. “Oh, fuck.”
August locked his hands around Lucas’s waist, dragging him closer, fucking his tongue against his entrance, licking and sucking at it like he couldn’t get enough.
“More,” Lucas begged, voice ragged. “Fuck me.”
Lucas wasn’t sure August heard him at first, but then his mouth disappeared and two slick fingers impaled him in one hard push. Lucas couldn’t stop the rough sound that fell from his lips. “Stop being fucking gentle. I’m ready. I want your dick, not your fingers.”
August was on his feet in one graceful move, his fingers never leaving Lucas’s body. His hand came around Lucas’s throat, pulling him upright, just as he slipped his fingers free. Before Lucas could say a word, August impaled him on his cock in one hard thrust, driving the air from his lungs and forcing him up on the balls of his feet. “What was that?” August growled against his throat.
Lucas couldn’t speak with August’s fingers gripping his throat and his hips pistoning in and out of him in a brutal rhythm that robbed him of thought. This was what Lucas needed. August wasn’t hurting him, he was…possessing him. He was inside him and all around him. He controlled the pleasure he felt and the air he breathed.
Suddenly, August’s hips faltered. “Fuck.”
The sudden change in August’s tone scared Lucas for some reason. “What’s wrong?”
“I forgot the condom.”
Something loosened in Lucas’s chest. “I’m negative.”
“Me too,” August swore. “But I’ll stop.”
Lucas paused for only as long as it took to process August’s words. “No. Don’t stop.” Then, more forcefully. “Keep going. Seriously, fuck me.”
The change in August was instantaneous. He pulled free of Lucas only long enough to push him onto the mattress and follow him down, forcing Lucas’s legs apart with his own so he could drive back into him as he pinned him to the bed, surging into him relentlessly.
“Fuck, I wish you could feel how fucking hot and tight you are inside. You’re so fucking perfect,” August muttered, voice strained with exertion.
August planted a hand between Lucas’s shoulder blades, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, the head of his cock scraping along Lucas’s prostate with every pass. Lucas couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the helpless cries falling from his lips. Each thrust set his soul on fire, made his dick throb where it lay trapped between his belly and the blanket.
