Chapter 182: Well I’ll be damned [M]
Chapter 181
Nolan
All my dumb thoughts fly away because he gives me exactly what I want.
He thrusts in hard.
And it hurts like hell.
It hurts so much. I feel like I’m being impaled, split open, torn apart from the inside out. My vision turns white.
Tears fill my eyes from the sheer overwhelming intensity of it.
It hurts.
And I love it.
I struggle against his hands, against his grip on my wrists, against the way he’s holding me down like I belong to him. I need to hold something. Anything. I need to feel alive.
He doesn’t let go.
"You’re so tight, you want to snap off my fucking dick doggy? You’re not the only one that needs it you know." He says and I don’t have it in me to snap at him right now.
I’m too overwhelmed.
My mind is mush.
"Relax...that’s a good boy." He says finally releasing my hands, and running a hand down my back it lulls me into a false sense of safety.
Because his hands are on my hips and he slams back into me, so hard, the whole bed shakes, and I can’t help but scream.
At the full force of pleasure pain that fills me.
He does it again, and again.
And again.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, to lose my mind like this.
My hands fist the blankets, as he sets a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust is a deep, invasive claim, a reminder of who’s in control.
The pain is a sharp, exquisite counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure building deep in my gut, it’s making this perfect weird balance that scratches my brain.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, it’s so lewd, I’m sure I’ll be ashamed of my current actions tomorrow but right now it’s everything.
He reaches around, fumbling for my dick, which is already hard and leaking against my stomach.
He wraps his hand around it, his grip tight and possessive, stroking me in time with his punishing thrusts.
"You’re so fucking hard for me," he says, his voice laced with dark satisfaction.
"You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like the animal you are."
I can’t answer.
can only moan, a broken, desperate sound that is all the confirmation he needs.
He straightens up, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
He uses his hold on me as leverage, fucking into me so desperately, he wants to get under my skin, into my bones.
The angle changes, and with every thrust, he hits that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
"Jack," I gasp, his name a prayer on my lips. "Please."
"Please what?" he demands, his rhythm never faltering. "Tell me what you want."
"Harder," I beg, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Jack, harder."
He obliges, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, more erratic.
He’s chasing his own release now, using my body for his pleasure, and the thought is enough to send me over the edge.
He lets go of my dick and brings me to his chest with his hand on my neck, and he bites me.
I don’t even know why I’m reacting like this when I’m not even an omega.
But each time he bites me, I feel claimed deep in my soul....or I’m just a nasty person with biting kink and a preference for rough sex.
He grinds his hips, and my eyes roll back as my release crushes through me.
***
Jack
Dammit.
Fuck.
He’s so tight, Nolan collapses against me satiated.
Well I’m not.
I push him to the bed, pull out, bring one leg on my shoulder, and go deeper.
He does that whimper moan that drives me insane.
"That’s it," I growl, my voice rough as gravel. "That’s the sound I wanted to hear."
His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream as I thrust into him at this new, deeper angle.
I’m hitting places I couldn’t reach before, and his body is trembling uncontrollably. He’s so fucking responsive, even when he’s completely spent.
It’s intoxicating.
"Jack," he whimpers, his hands weakly pushing against my chest. "I can’t... I can’t..."
What a liar, he says this, but his dick is getting harder, and twitching against his stomach.
I hold his dick, but his hands try to push me away.
Next time, I’m tying him up.
I pull out, place his other leg on my shoulder, pin both his hands above his shoulders and slam back in and he makes that hybrid moan- scream.
That’s so sexy.
"Please stop." He begs, with tears in his eyes.
I pause.
I look down at him.
"Should I?" I ask.
He opens his eyes, and looks at me.
"Oh I didn’t mean you should actually stop." He says.
"Just checking." I kiss him softly and bite his lower lip.
"I see you stretching." I shift my weight, pressing him deeper into the mattress. "With Sunshine, can we test how flexible you really are?"
I whisper it against his ear.
He shivers.
"What do you mean?"
I pull back. Look at him. At his flushed cheeks, his dark eyes, the way his chest rises and falls.
"I mean," I say, "I want to fold you in half and see how loud you can scream."
I grin.
Then I lift his legs. Push them up. Toward his chest, well I’ll be damned, he really is flexible.
I slam back into him.
This time he really does scream.
It’s going to be a long night.
I have to see what other positions his body can endure.
I set a rhythm. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His body moves with mine, pliant and willing, taking everything I give him.
His hands find my shoulders. His nails dig in.
"Jack—I’m—"
"I know." I kiss him. Swallow his words. "Let go."
He does.
His body clenches around me. His back arches. His mouth falls open in a silent scream.
I watch him fall apart.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
As for me? I can hold my release atleast one more time.