Page 138 of Madness & Mercy
After a few more seconds, he pulls off with a gasp and rises shakily to his feet, lips swollen, eyes glassy with want.
I spin him around, pressing his chest to the wall. He exhales sharply, and I catch the way his fingers curl against the surface, already bracing himself. I spread him open with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around my cock, slick and throbbing.
“I’ll go slow,” I murmur, my voice low in his ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He nods, breath hitching. His body’s trembling, half nerves, half need. And fuck, I love him like this. Ready to break, but still begging for more.
I press the head against him, teasing, letting him feel it. There’s no barrier between us this time. His breath stutters, back arching.
“Nico…” he whispers, almost like a prayer. Or a curse.
I groan low in my throat, dragging my cock slowly along his entrance. “Feel that,piccolino?There’s nothing between us, now.” I dip my head, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You still want it like this?”
“Yes,” he gasps, voice breaking. “Please.”
I slide in slowly, inch by inch, feeling every tight, trembling second of it. He clutches at the wall like it’s the only thing keeping him upright, a sharp cry escaping his throat as I bury myself deeper.
“Dios mio,” I growl, jaw clenched. “You’re so fucking tight… squeezing me like you never want to let go.”
His entire body shudders, and I still for a moment, letting him adjust. My hand finds his, fingers lacing together as I whisper, “You’re doing so fucking good for me. Soperfect.”
He pushes back, needy and breathless, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I start to move, slowly at first, just enough to feel that drag, that pressure, that insane heat. He whimpers beneath me, hips rocking back, greedy for more.
The sound of skin on skin, wet and obscene, echoes through the room. Every thrust is deeper now, sharper, rawer. His nails scrape the wall. I clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle his cries, butfuck,I want to hear every broken sound he makes.
“This ismine,”I grit out, snapping my hips. “You hear me, Julian? Every inch of you.”
He moans against my hand, nodding frantically. And when I reach down to stroke him in time with my thrusts, he nearly collapses.
“Gonna come?” I whisper darkly. “Gonna make a mess all over the wall for me?”
He chokes out something between a sob and a moan, shaking in my hold. His legs are barely keeping him upright, and I know he’s seconds from unraveling.
I don’t let up. I fuck him harder now, deeper as I stroke his cock. He gasps with every thrust, his body jolting forward as I pound into him.
“You’re dripping,” I growl into his ear. “So fucking needy. You were made to take my cock, weren’t you?”
He whimpers, his eyes rolling back, and I tighten my grip on his throat just enough to make his body jolt.
“That’s it,” I snarl. “I wannafeelyou come. Want to feel that filthy little body seize up around me like it’s begging to be bred.”
He lets out a broken cry as his cock twitches untouched, spurting against the wall. The sight of it sends a pulse of heat through me that I can’t hold back.
“Fuck… good boy,” I groan, slamming into him one last time. “You take it so well.”
He goes limp, sagging against the wall, completely spent, but I’m not done. I keep moving, chasing my own high, using his oversensitive body like a toy until I feel that tight heat clamp around me again.
“Still so tight,” I snarl, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades and forcing him to arch. “You want it inside, don’t you? Want to feel it drip out of you after I’m done ruining you?”
He lets out a shattered moan, and I lose it.
I come with a guttural growl, burying myself deep as I spill inside him, hips jerking, teeth bared. My hand stays clamped around his waist, keeping him flush against me while I ride out every last pulse. It’s obscene. Filthy. Raw.
Andstillnot enough.
When I finally pull out, I watch as it leaks down his thighs, a mark of ownership neither of us can deny. I trail my fingers down to smear it over him, claiming every inch of him.
