Page 83 of Possession

As I part his cheeks, he bends over to lean on the counter. He widens his stance and arches to offer his hole. As I lick and tease him, I reach between his legs to grip and tug his hanging balls.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, “oh fuck.”

My cock throbs and aches, but I don’t touch it. I keep my focus on Lucas.

As Lucas starts to writhe and pant, I stroke my hand up his cock and find it dripping.

“I need you inside me,” he murmurs. “Please. Fuck me.”

I want to. I need to. I’m worried though. I’m on edge. I’m upset. I’m holding it off, but I’m afraid that fucking him will break my control.

I might just suck him off. I think that would be better.

I grab his hips and ask him to turn. He straightens and does it, then gasps when I take his cock in my mouth. His hands settle on my head as I suck him. He makes delicious little sounds then moans when I tug his balls. I think that’s when he realizes, though, that I want him to come.

He cups his hands under my jaw and lifts until I draw free of his cock and look at him.

“I want all of you,” he says.

I shake my head. I don’t know why, but I’ve lost my words again.

He takes my hand and pulls. I get up and walk with him to the doorway, but there I stop. Lucas pulls free and walks across the room. He opens a drawer of the nightstand and gets out the lube.

He walks halfway back to me before stopping. He says, “I know that you’re angry. I know it’s not with me, but I know that you’re angry.”

I make myself speak, though the words come out in a rasp. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want all of you,” he says again.

I frown. I don’t understand. Or rather, I think he doesn’t understand me. I remind him, “I’ve hurt you before.”

The first time I fucked him.

The time I came back from a fight so angry that I didn’t know what to do.

Lucas closes the distance between us. “Sometimes,” he says as he squeezes lube into his hand, “I need you to hurt me.”

“Lucas,” I protest as he wraps his hand around my hard, aching cock, slicking me from base to tip. I brace against the surge of arousal. “Lucas—”

“Let me explain something to you.”

Lucas would never interrupt me when I’m struggling to speak unless he had a good reason, so I let him cut in. I listen.

He says, “I’m angry too, but it’s a feeling in myself that I don’t know how to access. I’ve spent my whole life shutting everything bad inside, filtering what I let out for other people to see or hear.

“The first time you fucked me was the first time I let any of it out. I don’t want you to be controlled or filtered with me, because I don’t want to be controlled or filtered with you. I trust you, Roman, and I need you to trust me too. I need you to be exactly what you are. I need you to fuck me with all of your anger—so that I can scream with all of mine.”

I’m breathing hard now. Because he’s stroking me. Because he’s freeing me.

Because I need him, too.

When I reach down and grab his ass, he jumps up into my arms and hooks his legs around me. His hard cock is trapped against my abdomen and mine bobs against his ass as I carry him to the bed.

He unwinds from me as we reach it. He drops onto the mattress and gets on his elbows and knees, presenting his ass at the edge of the bed.

I take the lube from his grip and squirt some into my hand. My jaw is clenched. My control is fraying, but I have enough presence of mind to do this. I push my lubed fingers into his ass and stretch him.

His body language is frustrated and impatient, so I slap his ass, telling him to deal with it. He cries out and settles and lets me prep him. I have to—because as soon as I have my cock at his hole, I know I’m going to snap.

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