Chapter 125
Lysander’s pov
I slanted my face to glare back at him over my shoulder. "Do I look like I am not ready? I am waiting for you to slip it in."
Drake let out a low, dark laugh against my wet skin. "No... I would never assume that, little bird. I’m just making sure you’re relaxed."
He stuffed a thick finger straight inside me, and a soft purr escaped my throat.
"And it feels like you are," he added smoothly.
"F-fuck you," I groaned, leaning back against his broad chest while he fingered me slowly, my body craving him wider, deeper than a single finger could accomplish.
"Mmm... I love it when you get hostile. You forget that I am your master and can do things to you that you cannot bear," Drake crooned into my ear, his tone dripping with ancient authority. "Don’t worry, baby. You can be my sexy little slut and still have the tightest hole in the goddamn universe."
Whimpering, I pushed my hips back against his front while he slid his finger out, nudging the massive head of his cock between my cheeks.
"Ready, gorgeous?" Drake gripped my hip firmly with his left hand, nipping the curve of my shoulder. "Ready to scream for me again?"
"I wasn’t screaming," I protested, almost rolling my eyes at the accusation as I tried to defend myself. "I was not screa... MING!"
My words ended in a loud, breathless moan when Drake suddenly thrust his full length straight into me in one smooth, unrelenting drive.
"Shh," Drake pressed a firm, broad hand onto the middle of my back, forcing me to bend forward at the waist.
Palms flat against the wet tiles, I braced myself while he drilled up into me slowly, feeding me every single inch of his massive girth.
"Quiet, baby. Let me fuck the cum out of you real quick."
"Unnggh... fuck, yes!" I mumbled random sounds and fragmented syllables, completely bent over while Drake built a fierce, relentless rhythm, pounding into me with deep, heavy strokes. "Ahhh... yes, fuck my ass harder!"
Digging his fingers deep into my hips, Drake worked his length in and out, the intense friction against my inner walls and the relentless lashing against my prostate sending me sky-high in an instant.
I was trying my hardest to be quiet, but the shower magnified every sound, especially the loud, wet slap-slap-slap of his thighs against mine that echoed off the marble walls.
"Look at that ass taking my cock..." Drake whispered, slinking his hands around my front to twist my erect nipples. "The sight alone is going to make me bust inside you, Lysander."
"F-fuck... good!" I croaked out, my fingers slipping against the wet stone. "’Cause I’m... ah, I’m probably gonna... come soon."
"Yeah?" Drake sounded thoroughly elated, melting his broad chest over my back as he mashed his hips into me, bruising my cheeks with brutal, possessive thrusts. "You nice and sensitive for me tonight, beautiful boy?"
I nodded frantically, my eyes rolling back from the electric zaps of lightning shooting straight through my loins. I was hyper-sensitive; every stroke of his cock was turning me completely inside out, my length pulsing thick beads of precum as it swung up and down from the sheer force of him slamming into me.
Reaching down, I palmed my own balls, squeezing them tightly before jerking my shaft to match his fast tempo. It felt sublime, winding me tighter and tighter toward the edge.
Drake snapped my hand away, taking over to stroke my cock himself while he fucked me, his other hand gliding up to my throat. His broad fingers curled tightly around my neck, and I let out a needy whimper.
I didn’t fully understand why, but I absolutely loved the dark, suffocating pressure of him holding my throat while he tore my body apart.
"You’re being way too loud, little bird," he scolded gently.
I hadn’t even noticed that I was crying out. But I was on a rocket ship straight to the stars, every sensation exploding like a fiery blast-off.
His fingers shifted away from my neck, and the next thing I knew, Drake jammed his thick thumb straight into my mouth.
"Here. Suck on this," he growled.
Of course, I obeyed immediately.
Fuck, I didn’t know what it was about his dominant, possessive side that destroyed me so thoroughly.
Maybe it was because he was so dignified, calm, and commanding in his regular life as a professor. It felt like there was an ancient, primal side to him that only I ever got to see when we were alone, a demanding, growling, filthy-talking beast with a massive cock who ordered me around.
And something deep within my soul answered to that dark authority, unlocking a submissive side I never knew I had besides my already submissive nature.
Sucking feverishly on his thumb, I used it to stifle my groans, whines, and muffled sobs while his cock drove me straight toward the edge of a cliff.
"Show me how you come for only me, Lysander," Drake whispered in my ear.
"Mmm... mm... mmmm!"
There it was... right... here... I was—
Drake pulled me upright against him, straightening my back flush against his chest while he beat my cock off fast and rutted hard up into my body.
I burst. Thick streams of cum shot out across the wet marble shower wall while Drake milked out my aching balls with a firm, practiced grip.
"That’s it, my pretty little slut," Drake whispered into my hair, my eyes rolling back into my head as the wave crashed over me. "Look at that cock cum..."
My entire body tingled violently, hot and cold chills rushing beneath my skin as my opening clenched tight around his cock.
As soon as I finished releasing, Drake pushed me forward again, bending me all the way at the waist until I was almost touching my toes on the shower floor.
Then his broad hands gripped my cheeks hard, spreading me wide open while he surged his cock in and out of me with wild, unrestrained power.