Page 86 of Possession

Tomas smiled and held Vinnie’s gaze as he lifted his hand and licked the thumb that had been pressing against him a moment before. Sucking the digit into his mouth, Vinnie held his breath, digging his fingers into the flesh of his cheeks and lighting up the abused skin.

“You are my cocksleave,” Tomas said, lowering his hand once more and then shoving his thumb inside Vinnie without warning, drawing a mewling sound of need from deep in his chest. “A used-up toy that’s only good for dumping a load in when I don’t have a better hole available to me.”

His whole body was trembling, his cock weeping a steady stream of precome. Panting, he nodded wobbly. “Yes, I know. Just a toy.”

He could barely focus, his head buzzing with all his leftover emotions swirling together with a hurricane force of desire. Tomas’s thumb left him, and he bit his lip, unable to completely stop his whimper. He needed to be filled, to be taken and owned and possessed until there was nothing left of him, and he would truly become Tomas’s plaything.

“Listen to you,” Tomas sneered, shoving two fingers inside him just a hair too hard. Fucking perfect. “What is it, slut? Can’t handle not having your loose hole constantly full of dick?”

“No,” he gasped out, curling his abdomen and bringing his legs up higher so his feet rested on the bed near his head. His ass was straight up in the air, a handwritten invitation that he hoped Tomas would accept. “Put it inside me. Use my hole.”

He edged his fingers farther between his cheeks, pulling at the skin to try and make his hole look widened and ready. His thoughts were consumed with feeling Tomas’s thick cock and those tantalizing piercings driving inside him.

Tomas slapped his hole viciously. “Who’s hole is it?”

“Yours!” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. It’s yours.”

He didn’t realize his eyes were squeezed shut until he felt Tomas’s scorching hot dick pressing against his hole as he leaned over him. Forcing his lids apart, he connected with Tomas’s dark, intense eyes just as his fingers wrapped around his throat again, only harder. Not quite enough to take his breath, but the threat was there, making him shudder uncontrollably.

“That’s right, whore. It’s mine. Every single fucking inch of your slutty body is mine, and I will use it whenever and however I want. You’re going to be my pretty little cum bucket, taking every drop of all my loads.” His fingers tightened, pressing into the sides and making Vinnie’s vision go wobbly. “When I say assume the position, you show me this gaping hole and hold on to your ankles. If you manage to squeeze down on me and make it halfway decent, I’ll let you jerk off in the bathroom afterward.”

Vinnie gasped, light-headed and more aroused than he’d ever been in his life.

And then Tomas started shoving his dick inside him. The piercings on his shaft caught on the edge of his hole, stealing his breath and narrowing his focus on the burning stretch as it consumed him. Tomas released his throat, sitting up and slapping Vinnie’s perineum, catching the underside of his sac in the process.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his nails digging into his ass and his abs getting sore from holding his curled position. “More, please. I love your cock inside me. It’s so good.”

Tomas shoved the rest of the way in, grinding against Vinnie’s ass as he cried out, the delicious pain nearly shoving him over the edge. “Hush, slut. Cocksleaves don’t talk.”

He groaned, tipping his head back. It took everything in him not to beg for more as Tomas slowly pulled back out, those fucking piercingsdoing thingsto him, then driving in just as hard as before. He set the rhythm of a slow withdrawal, making sure Vinnie felt every millimeter of his cock and then slamming back inside.

The slap of their skin mixed with his near-constant moans, filling the room with a delicious symphony. He wasn’t sure when he slipped over the edge into subspace, only vaguely aware of his soft pleas of “More” and Tomas’s grunts every time he hit home.

His skin was so sensitive everywhere he could feel the humid air between them as it shifted with each thrust. He’d zoned out almost completely, floating along and empty of everything but peace and happiness, when Tomas pinched the tip of his cock.

And that was all there was to it.

He cried out hoarsely, gaze refocusing on Tomas above him as he slammed against his prostate again and again, prolonging his orgasm and forcing out every possible drop of come.

“Naughty toy,” Tomas said, but his face was soft, reverent, as he panted and chased his own release. “Who said you could come?”

He tried to apologize or maybe thank him, but nothing but a breathy, groaning sound came out of his mouth. Smirking, Tomas touched the back of Vinnie’s hands, and he released his hold, his legs flopping to the bed. Tomas wrapped one of his legs around his waist and closed the distance between their faces, licking into Vinnie’s mouth and grunting as he ground against his ass, stilling.

God, he felt amazing.

He moaned, flexing his toes when Tomas pulled free and some of his come dribbled out.

“Don’t move, gatito. Let me take care of you,” Tomas murmured, laying kisses down his throat and one on each of his sensitive nipples, and then he rolled off the bed.

He was just starting to shiver and come down when Tomas returned with a wet washcloth, reaching for him with greedy hands as he neared the bed. “Come back, please.”

“I’m right here.” Tomas climbed up next to him and carefully wiped him clean around his spent dick and sore hole. “Can you turn on your side?”

It took what little energy he had, but he rolled over away from Tomas, a shiver starting to build under his skin. “T-Tomas…”

“I’m here, gatito. Right here.”

He heard the washcloth splat against something, but he didn’t care, sighing in relief as Tomas tugged the blankets up over him and slid right up behind him. Once they were skin to skin, the shivering started to lessen, and he sighed, relaxing into the bed.

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