You Stress Me Out (BoyxBoy)

YSMO Chapter Fourteen

A muscle in his jaw ticks. The gold of his eyes shifts to a liquid, amber fire, as if he wants to heat the skin right off my face with them alone.

Luca's lips come down hard on mine, his hand on my neck bruisingly tight against my skin. I cling to his forearm with both hands, my entire being aching with the need to feel him on top of me in that mood again, the one that only seems to rise out of him when I push his buttons. His teeth bite into me, tendrils of pain easing through my bloodstream. His tongue tangles with mine, forces me to keep his pace. His hands appear at my thighs; his mouth breaks from mine for the moment necessary to haul them up over his hips.

He curses into my mouth, his lips curling on a devilishly satisfied little smile. "You couldn't do it, huh?" He grinds between my legs, the black fabric of his sweatpants coming away wet. "You were so close, but you need me."

Luca carries me a few steps until my back hits a cold, flat surface. I glance upwards and blink at the sight of rain dripping down the other side of the window behind me, tracing the outline of a green leaf over a gray, cloudy backdrop. I try to look back farther and nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of cars driving past on a road not too far from the black iron gate bordering the grass.

"Luca, the curtains are open!"

"I knew it," he sighs into my neck, his dick rubbing at my bare, open hole. I get the distinct impression he hasn't heard a word I said.

I try to tighten out of reflex and can only moan when he easily slides past the weakened ring, sinking in slow and deep. My back arches, my lips parting on a silent cry. My vision goes blank. He's in. My body reflexively clings to him, tries to ride out the waves of ecstacy coursing through me. He's barely halfway inside, and I'm already coming. He pries my thighs apart, holds me open to take his long, deep stroke, impatient, pressing lust radiating from his every pore. He groans just under my ear, clearly enjoying how readily my body welcomes him.

"So soft and good," he praises me in low murmurs. His teeth bite into me, his tongue licking up between them. He groans, his hands pulling my cheeks apart, spreading me so he can better appreciate the cum dripping down his cock. "You were in such a hurry you're still full of me."

I try to swallow my moans, to stifle them before he can have them. I want it rougher than this. I want the crushing weight of his aggression like the last time I'd riled him up.

"You didn't answer my question, Luca."

"I love fucking you," he says, smirking, kissing from my neck up to just under my jaw. "I love that you were in my bed, taking everything I gave you. I love that I caught you and my reward was to find you dripping with my cum."

Jesus Christ.

My body feels like it's being melted down to nothing but raw nerves and hot breaths. My chest tightens like there's not enough oxygen between us, and I thoughtlessly try to lift away, neck craning for cool, fresh air. I want relief from the pinching, tight feeling growing inside me.

"So go on. Tell me whatever it is you want. I will give it to you," he stills completely, amber eyes striking with silver under the flash of lightning just outside, "as much as you can take." His teeth drag down the edge of my chin. His fingernails dig into my thighs as he lifts them, angles them as if intent on pushing me fully into the glass. He manipulates my body so easily, makes my breath stutter and my heart race at his pace.

A spark of biting spitefulness lights in my chest, and I focus on it with a blind, heady eagerness that I refuse to allow myself to think too deeply on right now. Without it, I'm sure I'd be nothing but pliable goo in this man's hands. The knowledge of which leaves my hands shaking with righteous anger.