Page 86 of Cruel When He Smiles
I still.
Everything. Fucking. Stills.
Because I know that’s not a question, that’s a fucking challenge.
My cock throbs hard enough that I nearly see stars. I drag my gaze down his body—bare, flushed, stretched out like temptation incarnate—and then back to his pretty green eyes. I hold them; I let him see the moment my switch flips.
“You fucking brat. You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?” I grit out, my voice flat, calm, dangerous.
Nate opens his mouth to respond, but I move too fast for him to finish. One hand snaps around his waist while the other grabshis shoulder, and before he can even think about it, I flip him onto his stomach.
His breath leaves him in a startled gasp as his chest hits the mattress, and his arms fumble to catch himself. I shove his hips up hard, until he’s angled just how I want him—ass high, spine curved into something that begs to be bruised.
“What the fuck—” he starts, pushing up on his elbows, but I press a firm hand between his shoulder blades and force him back down.
“Stay the fuck down.” My voice is nothing like it was a second ago. Gone is the reverence and softness I let him see. If he wants this side of me, he’s going to fucking get it.
He grunts under the pressure of my hand, fingers clutching the sheets now like he’s not sure if he wants to squirm or grind back against me. I lean down, voice low in his ear. “You don’t get to brat your way out of this, Pup. You begged me to ruin you, remember?”
I sit back on my knees and yank his ass toward me, slapping it. His hole clenches when I spit down on it, and fuck if it isn’t the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen
“Liam,” he gasps, voice wrecked.
“Oh, now you want to use my name?” I laugh, grabbing his ass and spreading him wider. “You’ve got a fucked-up definition of topping from the bottom, baby.”
He tries to push back against me—instinct, maybe. Maybe defiance. I let him, just for a second. Just enough to feel him rock against my cock.
And then I grip his hips like handles and pull him back hard, forcing him flush against me.
“I’ll go soft again if you want. I’ll hold you. Kiss your throat. Tell you how pretty you sound when you moan.”
He shivers.
“Or you can take what you asked for and shut the fuck up while I destroy every inch of you.”
He whimpers, and I smile.
“That’s what I thought.”
I shove my pants down all the way, my cock hard, aching, and flushed deep red from being denied too long.
“Last chance,” I murmur. “Say stop and I’ll stop.”
“Don’t,” Nate breathes, voice shaking. “Don’t stop.”
I grab the lube I know is in the nightstand, slicking myself up, and I work him open until he’s a squirming mess beneath me. My other hand wraps around the back of his neck, keeping him pressed to the mattress as I rub the head of my cock against his hole, teasing him, smearing the slick there but not pushing in.
Nate stiffens beneath me, his fingers clenching the sheets. “Liam—”
I push in with one long, relentless thrust, groaning as I sink deep, until I’m buried to the hilt inside him and he’s gasping like he’s being split in two. His body tightens around me like a fucking vise, hot and perfect, and I swear I black out for a second.
“Oh, fuck—” He gasps, his arms trembling, his head dropping forward.
His back arches when I bottom out, and I pull back just to thrust into him again, harder this time, dragging another wrecked sound from his lips. His breath is ragged, his thighs shaking, but he doesn’t fight me. He takes it, just like I knew he would.
I grip his hair, yanking his head back, forcing him to arch. He whimpers, his breath hitching as I roll my hips, grinding into him so deep he trembles beneath me.
“What a perfect fucking hole,” I grit out, dragging my lips down the side of his throat. His moan is high and broken, and Iknow I’ve got him exactly where I want him. “Tell me how much you love it, Pup.”
