Page 81 of The Rat

Sebastian leaned over therailing and wavedhis hand at someone.

“I don’t want an audience.”Rory muttered.

“Neither do I. I’m getting Damon to keepwatch, make sure we’re not interrupted.”

The second Rory stepped insidethe cell, Sebastian was on him, clutching hands and nipping teeth.His grip was rough and possessive, and Rory loved being handled that way. He’dwatched those same fingers clutch and stroke the chess pieces, andwhen they brushed his skin, the sensation waselectrifying.

“Now who’s all hot andbothered,”Rory mumbled.

“Shut your mouth,before I fillit.”

Rory pouted. “What if I want you tofill it?”

“You want me to fill yourass more,right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then.” Sebastian mumbled, yankingRory’s pants down. Sebastian manhandled him to the cell door andpinned him to the metal. He hissed at the cold, but didn’t moveaway.

“Stay there.”

Rory nodded, but shuffled hisfeet back sohe could arch his back. Sebastian returned with lube on hisfingers and didn’t mess around. He pushed them inside, curled hisfingers, and tugged at Rory’s opening, loosening him up.

“I would’ve been gentle,but you’ve worked me up too much.”

“I don’t want gentle. I want you to takeme.”

“Take you,” Sebastian murmured.“I’m gonna take you, all right.”

Rory felt the head ofSebastian’scock at his entrance and held his breath.The angle wastight, and Rory did his best to arch his back, and lift his lips.The pressure was pushing inside him, deep and all consuming, theburn wasn’t as painful as he expected. It made him whimper formovement, for more stimulus and he found himself rocking back,impaling himself, as much as he could with his limited ability tomove.

Sebastian had teased himformonths,and finally he was filling Rory up the way he was desperate to befilled. Sebastian was big, and Rory felt every millimeter of hiscock burrowing inside him. The first brush of his prostate had himflinging his head back, and his cock slapping on the metaldoor.

“Shit…”

“Not the best feedbackI’ve got.”

Rory laughed, then gasped whenSebastian pulled out, and thrust back inside.

“If it hurts, tell me tostop and I will.”

“Yeah?”

Sebastian gave Rory’s neck asloppy kiss.“I promise.”

Rory arched his back more,and his stomach muscles cramped from over stretch.

“Fuck me, Sebastian.”

The air was bulldozed from hislungs by a forceful thrust, followed by another and another. He scratchedhis nails on the metal door, trying to anchor himself. Rory heardthe more alluring sound—hidden beneath his own cries and gaspsthere were grumbles, breathless and deep, a possessive purr nearhis face. The word mine repeated over and over until it no longersounded like a word, but a noise, a noise that made Rory feelfloaty, and a breathless laugh escape him.

Sebastian picked up the pace,and the pleasure in Rory’s body felt like a bubble beingblown bigger,almost to breaking point.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Down the celldoor?”

Rory nodded. “Down the celldoor.”

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