Page 3 of Good Boy

When I broke away, we were both panting. "Please," he begged, writhing beneath me. "I need you."

"I know you do." I nipped at his earlobe. "But we're going to take this nice and slow. I plan on fucking you all night long, so you better get used to the pace I set. Understand?"

Without saying a word, his throat rippled at the sensation of my touch as I nibbled at the delicate skin of his neck. I was going to ruin this boy, break him apart, and put him back together again. By the time I was finished, he wouldn't even remember his own fucking name.

"That's it," I crooned, trailing lower to suck a mark onto his collarbone. "Just relax and enjoy the fucking ride."

I released his wrists and slide my hands down his sides, feeling his chest expand as he drew in a sharp breath. His skin was soft and flawless in a way that made me ache with possessiveness. I wanted to mark every inch of him, stain him with my fingerprints and the imprints of my teeth until there was no part of him untouched.

He squirmed beneath me, his hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders. I pinned him in place with a warning look. "Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise," I said.

He flushed but obeyed, dropping his hands back to the floor. I rewarded him with a slow grind of my hips, groaning at the friction. The ache inside me swelled, heat pooling low in my gut. I ducked my head to close my mouth over one of his nipples, teasing the nub with my tongue and teeth.

A broken moan spilled from his lips as he arched into the contact. I slid a hand between us to cup his erection, giving a slow stroke that had him gasping.

"Please," he whimpered, trembling against me. "I need…I can't…"

"Shh," I soothed, moving back up to nip at his jaw. "I assure you, I won't let you step out of my penthouse without stretching out that tight hole of yours."

I removed the rest of my clothing and reached over to grab a condom out of the sapphire colored bowl on the coffee table in front of me. It slid on easily with the help of all the pre-cum dripping from my cock.

He relaxed into my hold with a quiet sob, surrendering himself to the slow, relentless pleasure. I took my time exploring every inch of his body, learning what made him gasp and moan. By the time I pushed into him, he clung to me desperately, beyond words.

I set a brutal pace, slamming into him with enough force to rip the breath from his lungs. He cried out with every thrust, nails scraping down my back. Fucking pretty boys was the highlight of my week. The only thing that made me forget about everything else. As I took his asshole with no remorse, my phone rang on the couch. I knew who it was, and I had no intention of talking to that old fucker. My moans drowned out the vibration of my phone.

When my release came, it hit me like a freight train. I groaned, burying my face in the curve of his throat as I pulsed inside the tightness of his hole. Fuck, it felt good.

"Cody, you're the best fuck I had all month." I pressed a kiss to his temple, a rare tender gesture, before rolling off of him and onto my back.

I was too tired and tipsy to walk to the master bedroom, so I pressed the button on the side of the couch to release it. I climbed into the bed, tossed the pillows and blanket on it, and stared down at Cody.

"I need a cat nap. Then we can go again." I let my words trail off and closed my eyes.

Iwoke slowly, blinking at the pale light filtering through expensive blinds. For a moment, I felt content and relaxed, the memory of last night still lingering in my veins like a drug.

Then I registered the weight on my chest and stiffened. The twink was curled into me, head tucked under my chin, his arm slung over my waist.

Shit. I never let them stay the night. Fuck, what was his name again?

"Time to go," I grunted, shoving his ass off the bed.

He blinked up at me with those big blue eyes, all innocent and shit. "But I thought we could—"

"You thought wrong." I grabbed his clothes from the floor and chucked them at his face. "Now get the fuck out before I call security."

"Jeez, okay." He scrambled to get dressed, wincing as he pulled on his tight jeans. I smirked, knowing I'd stretched him good last night. "So, um, can I get your number or something?"

I snorted. "How 'bout fuck off instead?"

The twink’s face flushed an ugly red. "Fine, whatever. You're an asshole, anyway."

"And you're a piss-poor lay. Now beat it." I rolled over and closed my eyes, already forgetting his face.

Each day blurred into the next, filled with booze, drugs and a revolving door of twinks to fuck. Just the way I liked it.

The door slammed shut behind him and I sighed, sinking deeper into the goose down comforter. My head was pounding, my body ached, and all I wanted was a fucking break. But the memories were creeping in again, dark whispers I couldn't escape. I gritted my teeth against the pain, willing the voices to go silent.

It was going to be a long day.

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