Page 39 of The War Revision
“Get out!” I snarl, hoping he’ll follow my order and at the same time praying he won’t.
“No!” he yells angrily.
Fuuuck! I love when he fights back before capitulating. It makes his surrender so much sweeter. “Then take off your clothes and go to my bed, face down, ass up in the air.” When he doesn’t move, I hiss, “Now.”
He’s standing there, watching me.
“Second thoughts?” I taunt him.
My body is trembling with how much I’m trying to rein myself in. I’m burning with lust and domineering thoughts. “Get the fuck out, then.” I can barely control myself. If he doesn’t leave in the next ten seconds, I’m going to push him down on the floor and rut him like an animal.
“I’m not your fucking slave!” he barks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyes are full of fire, cheeks red, hair mussed. He’s so close I can smell him—sour, sweet, invigorating. My dick is full-mast. Leaking.
“No. You’ll be my moaning cockslut, begging me to give you my whole cock.” I grab my hard-on through the pants and stroke it.
“Fuck you!” he swears at me, but his lips part while he hungrily stares at my hand.
“Oh, you will, darling.”
The bulge in his jeans grows, making me lick my lips.
I start walking backwards without taking my eyes off him, till I reach the open door to my bedroom. If he wants it as rough and wild as I’m ready to give him, I’m not going to face him. He has to come willingly. And he does. He follows me like he’s in a daze, his gaze laser-focused on my pants-clad cock.
“Take off your fucking clothes and assume the position,” I order him again while I shed mine. He follows my movements like he’s in a trance, but imitates me, stripping quickly.
I force myself to take a big breath and enjoy the view of his shirtless front. His unbuttoned jeans hang low on his hips. The deep V of his pelvis and the straight trail of blond hair lead to the impressive bulge tenting his boxers. He push them down, and his hard cock slaps on his belly. It’s angry pink, thinner than mine, slightly curved to the left and dripping, making the head shiny and delicious-looking. My eyes slowly moved up the thin thread of precum smearing the taut muscles of his abs.
I take in his intricate swirls of ink, his broad, tattooed shoulders, masculine neck, and strong jaw. His full and slightly parted lips, high cheekbones, and the delicate angles of his face are such a contradiction to his masculine body. Nevertheless, that contrast makes him even more beautiful.
Not able to resist any more, I close the distance between us and push my tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his. He parts his lips instantly, opening to me so easily that the lust I’ve been trying to push down surges forward. I grab his nape with one hand while the other takes a handful of his ass, squeezing it hard, leaving the imprint of my fingertips. Kaiden moans inside my mouth, giving me more access, and I fuck my tongue more forcibly into it. The kiss turns frantic until we are both breathing a little heavy.
Heat roars through me. It seems to happen every time I’m with him. It’s disconcerting, but also amazingly fitting.
Kaiden pulls back. He’s panting. His chest rises and falls while he takes a step back to the bed. He turns around and quickly crawls onto the sheets, round ass up, face down on the mattress.
Such a submissive pose holds so much power over me.
I grab the lube and a condom from the nightstand and lie belly down on the bed behind him. “I need to taste you.” It’s the only warning I give him before I part his butt cheeks and work my tongue up and down the crevice of his ass. I probe at his hole, teasing behind his balls, making him cry and moan. His dark, manly taste urges me to go deeper and get more of him.
But first, I need to I rub my face against his cheeks, my short stubble scratching at the smooth skin turning it red. I can’t deny any more how much I like that. Then I push my tongue on the puckered hole again, making it shiny and slick until Kaiden starts bucking his hips, fucking himself on it.
“More. Fuck! Enough,” he snaps. “Fuck me.”
I chuckle low, getting on my knees. He’s already grabbed the lube and is pouring it on his fingers. He reaches back and forces two into himself. Holy fuck, that’s so damn hot. I’m transfixed by his long fingers quickly and roughly disappearing into his opening. And the noises he’s making…I could come just from listening to his porn soundtrack. I quickly sheath my throbbing cock as fast as I can and slick it up, then bat Kaiden’s hand away.
I grab his ass, and fuck if it isn’t pure muscle. “I’ve never been with a man who has an ass as glorious as yours.”
“And you’ll never again.” He turns his head to wink at me. The cheeky bastard.
I squeeze his cheeks, enjoying the feel of it and the whimper that leaves his lips. “I can’t wait to see the exact moment your virgin hole takes my cock. To see it stretch around the head, to see the way your ass moves as I pound you.”
“Do it!” he whines.
“I want you to tell me how badly you want my dick in your greedy, untouched hole,” I devilishly whisper, rubbing my cock up and down his crack.
“I fucking hate you,” Kaiden mutters, but it sounds weak, lacking malice. I fall on my forearms, covering his back with my front, and drag my teeth along his shoulder. The head of my cock slides between his cheeks, teasing his clenching entrance.
“If this is still what you want, darling, say, fuck me, Cole,” I growl, already savoring hearing those words from him. “It’s going to feel so fucking good when I’m buried inside you… Just tell me what I want to hear, make me believe it, and I’ll ride you so damn good.”
