Page 22 of Collared

I frown. “What do you mean? They—they were still living in their house?”

“Hmm. They were, but they were very happy to leave once they saw my payment.” He licks at the sting he’s caused at my bottom lip, the smacking sound obscene, before he finally flicks his tongue inside my mouth and brushes against mine. One of his hands squeezes my thighs wider and he lowers himself as his rolls become more urgent.

“So, so you—” I moan when he slides his hand over my leaking cock and tugs at my shaft a few times, swiping precum from my slit over my girth as he uses it to stroke faster. And still the rhythm of his thrusts increases.

I can’t keep up, my gasps and desperate cries sounding faraway through the blood that buzzes through my ears. My body becomes pliant as arousal electrifies my limbs, making my core shudder in my wish to comply.

“Yeah,” he purrs. “I did. Remember that one time when you nearly had an accident with that motorcycle?” I swallow and he catches the moment and bites down on my Adam’s apple, licking up from my neck to the dip between my cheek and ear.

I do. I’d been late for football practice because of a visit to the local supermarket. I’d ran over the gravel drive away from the fence to the main entrance of Monterrey Castle, when a motorcycle appeared out of the blue. I’d believed he was going to hit me, approaching at a terrifying speed, but at the last minute he’d diverted his direction, avoiding our fatal collision. He had stopped and stared at me from behind his helmet and time had slowed. Then he’d climbed back on and driven away.

“Was that you?”

Maël grins, heat and sinfulness flickering in his eyes. “That was the moment I knew. I’d never seen someone so fucking sweet before.” His words come out on a whoosh, and he plants a hand over mine onto the blanket as he continues to fuck me, faster and faster, until everything around us trembles. “Fuck, you feel so good, mon ange. That tight ass of yours, the sounds you make. Your delicious scent.” He buries his face in my hair, and I free my own hands from under his to take off the hood of his cape. Black strands, loosely put together in a messy bun, frame his square face. His front glistens with a bead of sweat, and as he continues to pound my ass, some of those raven locks fall free from his plait, only to decorate his cheeks. Some of them tickle my ear, the feeling light as a feather. It ignites more sparks of pleasure.

“You’re everything I hoped for.” He brushes his thumb and index finger over my sensitive slit and I buck my hips, groaning as I roll them forward, silently begging for more. More friction, more speed, more of everything.

Maël chuckles. “You want to come, huh?”

“Ugh,” I choke. His cock hits my prostate with every thrust, and it's making my body shiver. I’m fucking crazy for him. Crazy for this moment. Despite the location, or the hour. I want it all.

“Tell me, sweet Thurel, will you let me take you under my wing within the brotherhood? Will you let me take care of you?”

“I—” Everything’s a blur, his voice nothing more than echoing shockwaves that somehow manage to infiltrate my mind. I can’t think straight, this intense feeling of being breached for the first time, of opening my body to another person, so powerful. It forges a pleasure so frantic that I can only mewl in reply.

His cock is buried deep inside my ass, his thrusts touching me in ways that make me see stars, and his hand… Oh, his grip on my cock is heaven. Long fingers curled around my shaft, swiping over the glistening tip as they collect the proof of my arousal, making the rest of my erection slick as he pumps me steadily into bliss.

Leaning in, his teeth find my earlobe, and he sucks.

“Will you?” Maël insists, tone morphed into a growl that forms a contrast to his light touch ghosting my balls and sac. My hips buck and I can’t swallow the pathetic whine in time. Too late I realize that my face is already nodding desperately.

“Say it.”

“I—” I choke and my body tremors when another shock of pleasure blasts through me. Fuck, I never knew that sex would be such a blissful experience. “Yes,” I finally let out. Maël growls in reply, tightening his hold around my shoulders, teeth leaving my earlobe, only to attack the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a yelp when he sucks on my flesh, and I swear I feel a hint of teeth before his tongue laps up the stinging sensation. I shudder.

“I want it so badly,” I admit on a whisper.

“Fuck, angel, you are perfect. Spread your legs a little further, show me your pretty, tight hole.”

Lead by his words of praise, I obey, even stealing a glance myself at the sight of him fucking me raw. No words can express my wish for his words to be true. That he really thinks I suit him perfectly.

It’s insane, I know. But I want him to keep me.

Changing his angle inside me, Maël gives me another series of thrusts that feel like his cock is driving even deeper, making my body sputter and shudder. “Fuck, baby,” he pants, eyes glittering with hunger, “You feel so good. I’m going to come.” His breathing is unsteady, and his movements turn sluggish. “Come with me.”

“Oui,” I moan. I can already feel the orgasm building, the carnal desire making my toes curl and words in my throat shatter as they bubble to the surface, void of any real meaning. A string of pleas, and then I explode, spurting my release all over his hand. Maël tenses right above me and my eyes flutter open to watch. I’m right in time to see the glorious expression of the orgasm adorning his face, making his features softer. His mouth opens in awe and I wait for him to come down from his high, struck by this other side of him.

Maël’s a riddle after all.

When his eyes finally drift open, they catch my gaze, and he smiles, his peruse soft and a little hazy. It makes the contrast between those raven strands and his clear eyes stand out even more.

It’s fucking gorgeous.

I don’t know for how long we stay like that, our bundled forms entirely interlaced, when Maël slowly pulls out of me. Leaning back onto the blanket, he drags me up, wrapping his limbs around my spread ones and the cloak over both our bodies. It’s warm, and snug, and with my head leaning against the curve between his neck and collarbone, I rest, allowing myself to bathe in this sweet moment for just that flicker of time.

“How was that for you?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I croak, swallowing thickly as I’m hit by a wave of shyness. “That felt good.”

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