Page 24 of Bad Ruck

"Exactly." He moved around behind me and began to massage my shoulders. "Strong, fast and capable."

"I don't feel very strong or capable lately." I dropped my chin and enjoyed the way his hands felt, working out the knots in my muscles.

"You should," he said. "Plenty of people would have come apart after everything that's happened. Not you. You held it together. Held everyone else together too."

"I think you might be giving me more credit than I deserve," I said. "We've all worked together to keep each other more or less sane. If it wasn't for all of you, I would have lost my shit a long time ago."

"You're including me in that," he stated.

"Should I not?" I asked over my shoulder.

"You definitely should," he said. "I'm all in on this too. With you. With the other guys."

"With the other guys as in…" I didn't want to push him, but I was curious.

"Friends," he said quickly. "Brothers. The only one I want is you. Romantically. Physically."

"I know they'll respect that, and so will I," I said. I didn't expect them all to be into each other. As long as they were happy, that was all that mattered.

"Of course." He took the empty glass from my hand and put it aside before turning me to face him. "I said I was going to claim you."

"Yes, you did." My heart skipped a couple of times. "Are you going to do that now?"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tilted my head back. "Yes. I'm going to make you mine now. Get on your knees." He pushed me down, his fingers still tangled in my hair.

His face was illuminated by the lights coming through the window. His gaze locked on me.

I kept my eyes on his and sank to my knees. He wore only loose track pants, which barely concealed his rapidly growing erection.

"Take out my cock." His voice was already strained with need.

I pushed down the front of his pants and found he'd gone commando. His cock popped out in front of my nose, thick and hard, vein pulsing underneath my fingertips.

"It really is the quiet ones," I said, admiring the line of four piercings decorating his cock. I wouldn't have figured him for a Jacob's ladder guy, but it was perfection on him. Without it, his cock would have been a work of art. With it… I was desperate to feel him inside me.

"I like to keep people guessing," he said. "Open your mouth." He tapped his head against my lips.

I opened, taking him all the way down to the back of my throat.

He groaned. "Yeah, just like that." One hand holding me in place, he slid out slowly before pushing all the way back in. Hips rolling, he thrust in and out of me, fucking my mouth while I sucked and ran my tongue up and down his piercings, making him harder still.

With a moan, he wrenched himself out of my mouth. "Clothes off."

Still on my knees, I wriggled out of my sleep shorts and singlet, kneeling naked in front of him. At the same time, he pushed his track pants off and stepped out of them.

"Stand up." He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and turned me to face the window. "Bend over." He pushed my upper body forward, my weight on my hands, palms pressed against the cool window.

Gripping my hips, positioned his cock outside my entrance before sliding in with one smooth stroke.

I cried out at the suddenness of his penetration and the exquisiteness of his piercings which massaged me all the way through. His cock was so thick already. With the hard bars across his length, I felt everything. So full, so spoilt.

"So tight." He stood still, savouring the way I felt around him.

"You feel so good," I whispered. "Fuck me hard."

He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. "Let's get this straight. I give the orders. You obey."

I shivered deliciously. "Yes, sir," I whispered. "I'll obey."

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