Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Forty Four

Kissing Kerberos felt almost addictive to me. Every swipe of his tongue on mine felt like someone was slipping drugs into my system making me want him more. It was far too easy to fall into his kisses without thinking at all, feeling as though he was slowly consuming the sanity from my lips.

Why did it feel so good? Kissing was still kissing after all. I didn't like kissing, did I? It had always been something strange to me.  It was the weirdest part of a sexual relationship, swapping saliva never usually did much for me, so when partners wanted to kiss me I let them do whatever they liked and just sat there, pretty stone faced as they enjoyed themselves, because it was nothing but vaguely gross to me.

But Kerberos's lips... They felt perfect. They were soft and rough at the same time, he tasted like nothing and yet tasted so good, his kiss gentle, but still he dominated the kiss completely, as though when he kissed me he was also conveying to me that when it came down to it I would submit. But then he knew that, and so did I.

I groaned as the kiss became rougher, the taste of his lips tasting of nothing in particular but I loved it. A pool of heat building inside me while I breathed fast and heavy.

How had I ended up doing this? I didn't even remember anymore. He had pulled me into his lap and pressed kisses up my throat and I had somehow completely fallen for it, unable to pull away or even tell him this was a bad idea. I didn't want him to stop. I only wanted more.

This was bad. This was bad. This was bad.

I repeated it over and over in my mind, the sentence haunting me until I finally agreed. I was going to get him into trouble!

The thought sobered me.

I pulled away, his arms tightened but I insisted. His gaze was a dark one, but his body language was calm. I saw the how red his lips looked, and my own lips felt almost bruised. I wondered if it was visible on me too that he had kissed me. 

I squinted at him, the image in my head made my heart race. Did I even have the ability to pull myself away from him?

"You need to teach me how to stop." I begged.

He looked up at me through his half lidded eyes, I could see him fighting himself to finally acquiesce and help me. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep.

"I still want to fuck you." He said under his breath, aware that I would hear it. And I couldn't help it, I trembled in his arms, practically begging for him to just pounce on me.

He glared at me. "Don't." He said, his tone sharp.

I flushed and looked down.

"Every time you think about how much you want me you make it worse." He breathed, closing his eyes again. "Every time you imagine me in that light, when you fill your head with images of us, that's what reaches out to me, pulls me towards me, makes me want you so badly it hurts to hold myself back."

"I wasn't-"

He shook his head. "You are now. Maybe you weren't at the beginning but it's the want that can sneak in, you were probably doing the right thing at the start, but you lost track and started to..." He closed his eyes again, concentrating. "You thought of other things and it was conveyed to me, made me want it too. The more I wanted it the more you wanted it, and round it goes. We're going to end up wrapped in lust until we're so dizzy we can't think anymore and want nothing else until we finally mate, until we mate and we are satisfied."

I shifted, looking down, reaching out and toying with the hem of his shirt as I sat on his lap. "And we can't..." I whispered.

His eyes flashed up to meet mine. We sat for a while in silence. My quiet, barely heard words floating in the air.