Page 38 of Justice For Me

“Hey, babe, uh oh,” Malachi answered. “You’re doing well, you’re perfect.” His hand kept stroking and his lips, so different than those of a woman, started placing kisses along his shoulders, back, and hips. “Don’t rush anything. Rushing is bad.”

Justice moaned, his hands fisted in the comforter. His body burned, it begged for release. Wantonly wild, he slammed his hips against Malachi, taking the entire length of his lover’s cock with his movement.

“Holy fucking shit!” He wailed and bit his bottom lip until he was sure blood had to be dripping onto the bed. He literally saw stars. His entire body was on fire. One second he felt like he was being ripped in two…but in the next second, his body welcomed the pain.

Malachi growled. “That was bad, babe. I just told you rushing is bad.”

Justice heard the man’s voice hitch, heard the huskiness and new how fucking badly the man wanted to be pounding into his ass right now. His ass might very well feel like it was on fire, being stretched further than the good Lord had ever intended, but the knowledge that he had brought Iron-solid Malachi to the panting mess he heard behind him…that was an intoxicating drug that he, after only one taste, was addicted to.

He focused on that thought, the power, instead of the fact that he had a man’s dick shoved up his ass…all the way up his ass.

“What can I say? My patience with you ran out.” Justice wiggled his hips again, testing the burn. Almost gone. “I’ve babied you as long as I can, Malachi.”

Malachi laughed out loud, not a chuckle, but an out and out laugh. Actually, laughing was quite the accomplishment at the moment. Just getting air in and out of his lungs seemed like it was at the upper limit of his capabilities at the moment. Seeing his dick completely buried in his boy, claiming him in a way that no other ever had…it was messing with his head. He wanted to be gentle, had promised he would make it as painless as humanly possible. The boy, impaling himself on his cock, was making it very hard to keep that promise.

“How are you feeling, babe? Is the burn starting to ease up?” Malachi felt the sweat starting to drip off his forehead as he used every ounce of his willpower to hold his body in check. “Because I really want to make you pay for that ‘babied’ comment as soon as you think you might be ready.”

Another restless wiggle of his hips caused Justice to moan and Malachi to growl. Yep, he was pretty sure he was ready. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as he’d feared. Who the fuck was he kidding? It had hurt like a mother fucker…just like he’d imagined. He was beyond fucking proud of himself.

“I’m good,” he panted.

Malachi kept a tight grip on those lean hips and pulled out, almost all the way, and then eased back inside the incredibly tight walls of his lover. There was a moan…maybe it was a groan, but it wasn’t a bad sound. The boy’s body was too relaxed. If he’d been hurting him, he would have tensed up again. There might still be some slight discomfort, but he suspected that was about it.

Other than with Megan, he fucked one way – hard and fast. There were times he’d been accused of trying to use his body as a weapon during sex, but he hadn’t really given a fuck about how they felt. All his lovers came, so they enjoyed it. So what if he got a little rough at times? That had been his motto…up until Megan…and Justice. Without even realizing what he was doing, he set a slow and lazy pace, pumping his hips in a way that he knew wouldn’t damage his untried lover. He watched his cock disappear when he was buried to the hilt and then slide back out again. That entertained him for a while, but then he realized watching his lover’s body wasso much more entertaining. The boy arched his back, rolled his hips, stroked his own cock, and made all those pretty sounds that Malachi had sweet dreams about. Every move his lover made was gracefully sexy…every sound intoxicating.

“Damn it, Malachi,” Justice hissed. “Fuck me, already! I’m not going to break. You’re killing me.”

“Are you sure? I likebabyingyou.”

“Shut up, fucktard.” He grunted as his slammed his hips against Malachi’s cock. “Fuck me,” he pleaded desperately. “I’ve needed to come the minute you told me we were going to fuck tonight.”

“Take your hands and hang onto the iron railing of the headboard.” Malachi ordered, his tone distinctly down-to-business. “If it becomes too much, yell at me, okay?”

Justice gripped the railing, just as he was ordered. “Don’t be so fucking arrogant, asshole. I can take it.”He really hoped he could take it. The whole grip the headboard sent his mind teetering in the scared shitless column.

“Promise me you will tell me,” Malachi growled. “I don’t want to hurt you, babe. I’d like to do this again…many, many more times.”

“Promise, now fuck me. Hard.”

For the first time in his life, Malachi followed the orders issued by another.

Chapter 12

“Some might accuse you of cuddling in this position,” Malachi teased softly. His fingertips, hungry to feel every inch of his lover, brushed a trail up and down the boy’s back. After he had cleaned them up and tossed the condom aside, Justice had collapsed…right on top of him and that’s where he remained. With the kid’s head resting against the top of his chest, he found soft blonde curls tickling his nose. The feeling it caused, warm and oddly wonderful, was a foreign sensation to him. He hated it…and loved it, making him feel both weak and strong.

“This is not me cuddling,” Justice countered in a drowsy voice and an innocent roll of his lean hips. “This is me too fucking weak to move.”

Malachi chuckled, loving how his breath caused the silky blonde hair to flutter around. “Are you finally admitting that thisold manis too much for you?”

“Nah, not too much, just enough,” Justice answered. “I do want to go on the record as saying that what just happened did hurt even worse than I had imagined it would…and it felt even better than I had imagined it would.”

Malachi noted how drowsy the kid sounded and knew he was about to lose him for the night. “I have one question before your date with the Sandman.”

“Sure. Whatever,” came the mumbled reply. “Ask away, chatty Cathy.”

“Do you make those noises when you are fucking a woman?”

Justice snorted out a laugh…at his own expense. “Nah. I make all kinds of manly grunts when I’m fucking a woman. I’ve just been forced to realize that there is a definite difference between fucking…and getting fucked. Thank the fuck you and Meg are the only ones ever to hear that shit coming from my mouth.” He felt himself blush.

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