Chapter 121
Drake’s pov
The slapping of my skin against his mingled with our collective groans and broken gasps. It sounded like someone was getting turned completely inside out, which was exactly what was happening, and I loved it far too much to care about our surroundings.
I was dripping with sweat, every muscle in my body straining as I drove into my mate over and over again, fucking him until I felt on the verge of collapsing and coming at the exact same time.
Lifting a hand from where my fingertips were bruising his hip, I reached around to tease his cock.
It was as hard as a steel pole, throbbing wildly against the floorboards. Precum was spilling from him, soaking his stomach and the floor. Swiping my fingers through the wetness, I brought them up to his flushed face and pushed them past his parted lips.
"Taste that?" I whispered into his ear while he greedily sucked on my fingers, his golden lashes fluttering. "Only I make you do this..."
"Mmm," Lysander hummed in dark, feverish agreement, his tongue swirling around my knuckles.
My cock hardened the more from his tongue, the pink of it teasing my fingers.
"That’s from my dick in your ass, little bird."
He nodded frantically against my hand. Ripping my fingers out of his mouth, I wrapped my palm around his throat and hauled him up off the stone until his back melded flush against my bare chest.
"Do you like how you taste?"
He nodded again.
His fingers dug into my thighs as he ground himself back against me, taking over the rhythm by bouncing up and down on my length with desperate, hungry movements.
"Fuck yeah... Ride me," I growled in his ear, sucking his earlobe while my grip tightened on his throat. I brought my other hand up to his chest, twisting his sensitive nipples between my fingers.
"Why do you feel so good..." Lysander writhed against every single inch of my cock buried deep inside his body. "I can’t believe how good this feels... F-fuck, Drake... I love your dick."
"Say that again, little bird."
"I love your dick, master."
"Good boy,"
"Yes, master. I am your good boy."
I fucked him even harder as his cock bounced around from the movement. He moaned each time it hit his lower abdomen.
"That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?" I brushed my fingers down to where his shaft was slapping against his stomach with his frantic movements. "My big dick in your ass? That’s why you were pushed to tears when I hesitated to fuck your ass out?"
"Did you think I wouldn’t fuck my little mate? I wouldn’t let another soul smell your scent as it heats up. That little vanilla flavor is mine and mine alone, got it?"
He nodded again, resting his full weight back against my chest as he rocked himself up and down on me. His tight, hyper-sensitive hole was stroking me so intensely I felt like I was about to burst right through my skin.
"I’m gonna f-fucking... come," he gasped out, his head falling back against my shoulder.
"Say it," I hissed against his jaw, squeezing his throat just enough to pin him in place. "You can’t come until you say it."
"Fuck me, I love it..." he cried out, every muscle in his back tightening against my chest. "I love your big dick in my ass..."
Circling his sack with my thumb and forefinger, I gripped him hard until he choked out a sharp breath. "Whose?"
"Yours, Drake! Yours... I love your big, hard dick fucking my ass!"
"You wanna come on my cock?"
"Yesss, please," he gasped, his breath hitching as the aphrodisiac pushed him over the brink.
"Is your warm, tight hole gonna suck out my cum?"
He sounded like he could barely breathe, whining out the strangled words against my neck, "I want it... I want you to drain your balls deep in my ass."
Jesus. His filthy fucking mouth was going to make me lose every last drop of my control. He looked so innocent, so delicate, but he had such a filthy mouth just for me.
"I’m there, baby," I growled into his skin as my balls tightened. I drove up into him with rough, animalistic force, slamming our bodies together against the stone floor. "Come for me, gorgeous."
"I’m coming for you..."
Lysander’s entire body shuddered violently, a loud, helpless groan echoing off the high ceilings of the stationery room. Pulses of slick orgasm shot up from his length, hitting him across the chest and coating his stomach. I watched it happen over his shoulder, completely mesmerized by how mind-numbingly sexy my mate looked as he released.
He was so beautiful... gorgeous, perfect, and entirely mine.
His body slumped forward, but I held his hips firmly, watching my shaft disappear into his slick opening as my own climax pulled me over the edge. My seed began throbbing deep inside him in heavy, violent surges.
"Yes, take that. Take it all!" I groaned out, pushing every last drop of my sperm inside him till some of it started leaking out.
"Fill me... Drake..." he whimpered out, reaching underneath us with a trembling hand to massage my balls, his fingers tracing the exact point where our bodies were joined.
He moaned over and over again till my balls tightened again.
The sensation kept my climax going far longer than I thought possible. My thrusts didn’t stop, chasing the high and pushing my cum into his body as deep as I could possibly reach.
"God, I am going to cum so deep in you..." I groaned, my voice hoarse, raw, and shaking with possessive heat. I leaned over his back, our slick, sweat-drenched skin sliding together while I rutted into him, milking every last drop out into his body. "You’re so perfect the way you take it, little bird."
"Keep going..." he pleaded quietly, his voice raspy and undone. "Keep fucking me..."