Page 67 of Forever Not Yours

The blush on his cheeks told me everything I needed to know. The way he was chewing at his bottom lip and how I wiped that small smile off his face as I fitted the harness over his shoulders,gestured for him to put his arms through and tightened it over his chest with a firm tug. Then I held on, meeting his gaze.

“You’re mine, you know that don’t you?”

He nodded.

“Words, Bastien.”

“Yup.”

Bratty little shit.

I grabbed his chin with my free hand, gave him another firm tug, moving him back against the worktop. Then I kissed him, deep, dirty, with everything I had, probing the roof of his mouth with my tongue, biting at his bottom lip, then slowly releasing him.

“Turn around,” I whispered, guiding him, my hands smoothing down his sides, my foot kicking his feet out. Another tug of the harness. His hips pushed out, that perfectly round arse right there.

My fingers walked back up his spine, all the way, then a stern fist of his hair. A tug. My lips on the bare skin of his neck. A gentle bite. Licks. Sucking all that goodness into my mouth. Tasting every little bit of him I could reach. He moaned softly.

“Keep your hands on the kitchen counter. No touching yourself, is that clear?”

“Green,” he said confidently, then cleared his throat. “Fucking do it.”

“Gonna be hard and fast,” I said as he spread his legs further.

“Just the way I like it.”

Told ya. He got me. Fuck, it was such a headrush to get to do this with him. To just be able to let go and know he was right there with me, in the moment, wanting this as much as I did.

I wanted to savour this. The feeling of just standing here feeling the heat rising in my groin, the way my cock was filling out, the heavy breaths coming from his chest. The marks my fingertips made on his hips as I held him in place. I grabbed my dick and gave it a few good strokes. Just the sight of him was all I needed. I could probably have jerked off all over his back already; it wouldn’t take much until I’d splash him with cum. All of it, right there, in the dip of his spine.

I had a sudden urge to taste him. Licking lines down between his butt cheeks, I opened him up with my fingertips and then roughly mauled that hole of his, my hands doing my dirty work as I licked him openwith greedy slurps and he squirmed against me, uttering words up there, but I wasn’t paying attention.

The taste of him. The way his hole clenched and opened. He let me in then squeezed tight around the tip of my tongue.

“Stand still,” I demanded, for a minute letting go. A sharp slap on his arse. A howl from above.

“Colour, Bastien.”

“Bloody do it.”

“Bastien.”

“Green, fucking green!”

Impatient much? I kissed his hole. Spread him open and gnawed at his skin. Wide, slow licks, up and down, as he shivered and jerked around, tried to clench his arse cheeks closed as I swiftly gave him another smack. A red blush spread on that perfect skin.

I rose up slowly, finally removing my scrubs and letting them fall to the floor. My naked skin right there. Flossie was yapping somewhere in the background. Him? Right there. Goosebumps all over his skin. I kissed his shoulder blade. Smootheddown his hips. Put him right back in position where I wanted him, spread wide open for me.

“No condom,” I told him. “I want all that cum dripping out of your arse.”

I didn’t have to look to know that his cheeks were flaming.

“You like that? Getting fucked, raw and bare, my cum all inside of you, breeding you like you deserve.”

I loved the way he swallowed, a strange mix of arousal and shame. He did that. I did that. And fucking hell, it turned me on.

A generous squirt of lube found itself into my hands, then firmly onto my cock, long strokes up and down as he once again let out a deep breath and adjusted his stance.

“Don’t move,” I barked. Another firm slap on his arse.

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