Tom squirmed again, although not from pain this time. “I’ll forgive you,” he said, “if you do something for me.”
“Anything,” Darwin said, his voice muffled as he dropped a line of kisses down Tom’s spine.
“Stop worrying about hurting me and just fuck me,” he blurted, feeling his face heat. The sexy talk that came so easily to Darwin still felt awkward to Tom. The phone sex was one thing but it seemed so much…
dirtier
in person.
It was completely worth the minor embarrassment though when Darwin’s hips surged, shoving his erection against Tom, his cock feeling almost hot enough to leave an impression on his ass cheek.
Darwin flipped him over with impressive ease, stretching across Tom’s back to dig in the nightstand drawer. The weight of him pressed Tom into the mattress, hitting the panic switch. Shoving his face into a pillow, Tom concentrated on pushing the fear, back but it wouldn’t budge. Instead the panic began to swamp his mind, drowning the pleasure and distraction of Darwin’s body heat.
The weight lifted off his back. “Tom…”
A rush of irritation burned through Tom.
He’d tried to hide his stupid panic but somehow Darwin knew—he always knew.
Turning onto his back, Tom glared at the other man’s annoyingly concerned face.
“Knock it off,” Tom growled.
Darwin’s expression changed from concern to baffled amusement. “What?”
“You promised you’d fuck me.”
“I want to.” The underlying humor in Darwin’s words added an extra sting to Tom’s annoyance. “But I thought you were getting scared again.”
“So?” Tom demanded, knowing he was being bitchy and unreasonable, but he was sick of it—sick of being afraid, of the panic controlling everything in his life. Here he was, with the hottest, nicest, best boyfriend he’d ever had, and he couldn’t even enjoy it properly. Enough was enough.
“So,” Darwin echoed. “I thought you wanted me to stop.”
“No.” Reaching up to grasp the back of the other man’s neck, Tom jerked him down into the roughest kiss he’d ever initiated.
When Darwin finally pulled back, all the humor had left his face. “Okay then,” he growled, tossing Tom onto his stomach with that unnerving yet hot-as-fuck ease. “I won’t stop.” His teeth and lips were hard against the back of Tom’s shoulder, making him shudder. “I’ll fuck you and keep fucking you, even if you’re scared.”
“Yes,” Tom groaned as Darwin’s hands swept over him, seemingly everywhere at once. “Don’t stop or I’ll kick your ass.”
Although Darwin’s gasp was obviously laughter, it was raspy and breathless, and his hands grew rougher, more demanding.
Passion built inside Tom, boiling up and making his earlier panic seem remote, as if it had happened to someone else.
As Darwin kissed and nipped his way down Tom’s back, he narrated, drawing even more shivers out of Tom. “Remember the first time we had phone sex?”
How could I forget?
Tom wondered, but all he could get out was an affirmative groan.
“I told you what I was going to do to you, how I was going to fuck you.” Darwin’s mouth had reached the base of his spine and his tongue was doing crazy things to Tom’s tailbone.
“First,” Darwin continued, massaging the cheeks of Tom’s flexing ass, “I’m going to rim you.”
Tom couldn’t control the sounds emerging from his throat. When the hot and wet touch came as promised, all he could do was groan and whimper. Darwin circled the clenching hole with his tongue, smaller and smaller rings until the point of his tongue pushed into Tom’s ass, making him cry out with sheer, unbelievable bliss.
As Darwin’s tongue withdrew and then plunged again, Tom grabbed fistfuls of the sheet, trying to secure himself so he didn’t fly off the bed with the incredible pleasure of it. His cock was trapped almost painfully between his body and the bed but he didn’t care. Tom’s world had narrowed down to the tongue in his ass, thrusting in and out like a small, slippery, agile cock.
Frantic with need, Tom tried to remember that first night on the phone with Darwin. He couldn’t recall how many steps stood between now and Darwin’s erection plunging deep into his body.
Despite the desire tying his tongue, Tom was desperate. “Darwin,” he managed to gasp.
“Hmm?” The hum of the sound vibrated against Tom’s opening and his hips bucked, his mind blanking of everything.
“Darwin,” Tom started again, struggling to complete a sentence after having his thoughts scattered like shrapnel after an explosion. “Please…fuck me!”
Tom felt the rush of air against his skin as Darwin exhaled, hard and quick. Instead of complying with Tom’s demand, or even responding to it, Darwin shifted his weight and his teeth scraped against Tom’s ass cheek.
Tom jumped, the restrained threat making his heart accelerate. Hard hands grabbed his hips and lifted them into the air, until Tom was on his knees and elbows, his ass in the air and his face buried in a pillow.
He felt a blunt finger pressing at the opening to his ass, slick with lube and demanding entrance, and Tom’s next groan shuddered with both anticipation and relief.
The fear was there as always, hard and hot inside his gut, but it wasn’t going to determine the outcome—not this time.
Pushing his face deeper into the pillow, he pressed his ass back toward the invader.
There was a growl behind Tom and then Darwin was pressing inside. Although it was a finger entering his ass and not the cock he wanted, Tom still felt relief at the penetration. He gave a breathless sob and shoved back, taking Darwin’s finger deeper.
Darwin made another hungry sound and added a second finger, plunging in and out as he reached around Tom’s hip and grasped his erection.
There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. Tom’s groan was almost soundless as he rocked back and forth, switching between shoving his ass up so Darwin’s fingers drove deep inside him and sliding his cock through the almost rough grip of the man’s fist. Tom was only seconds away from coming and he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold off, wanting Darwin’s cock inside him when he came.
“Scared?” The word was sympathetic but Darwin’s voice was rough and hoarse enough to take all comfort out of it.
Tom managed to lie with a shake of his head, glad he had his telltale face hidden in the pillow. Although the extreme pleasure muffled the fear, it never left, not completely. It was always there, waiting for Tom to relax so it could rear up and smack him off his feet. If Darwin knew the truth, his annoying consideration would probably overrule his desire and Tom wouldn’t be getting
fucked
tonight.
That
was
unacceptable,
since
he
desperately,
desperately wanted to be fucked.
Yes, definitely a lie. Fear was spreading through him like an inky black ooze. As Darwin pulled his fingers free and shifted higher, blanketing Tom in the huge, heavy heat of him, panic began to prick his insides with a spreading net of tiny hooks.
Darwin went still and Tom tried to shake off the fear. Pulling his face free of the pillow and reaching behind him with one hand, Tom latched on to the other man’s hip and yanked down as hard as he could.
Darwin didn’t even budge.
“Don’t stop,” Tom pleaded in the small amount of voice he could muster.
“But—” Whatever Darwin had been about to say was cut off as Tom dug his fingertips into the unyielding flesh.
“No!” Tom wasn’t pleading anymore.
“Fuck me!”
Darwin remained still, though at least he hadn’t moved away.
“Giving the orders, are you?” Darwin rumbled out.
Despite his full-body shakes, Tom made himself turn his head until he could meet the other man’s gaze. “Yeah, if that’s what it takes.”
“Takes to what?”
Tom swallowed. “T-to get you to fuck me,” he managed to say with only a minimal stutter.
“I’ve fucked you,” Darwin said, his eyes growing darker as he said the words.
Tom shook his head, unable to look away from that predatory face. “I don’t w-want you to be careful with me,” he said. “I don’t want you to hold back because you know I’m scared.”
Darwin was silent for a beat. “You don’t want me to hold back?”
Although his scared side was screaming, No! Hold back! Hold back! Tom closed his teeth on the tender spot inside his cheek for a second before answering, “No holding back.”
He could almost see the tension vibrating through Darwin. Losing his nerve a little, Tom tucked his face back into his security pillow. He felt Darwin’s mouth drop onto the nape of his neck, not quite a kiss but not a bite, and he shook, at the same time wildly anticipating and dreading the dragon he had just unleashed and ordered to fuck him without restraint.
“I know it’s wrong,” Darwin said before catching the back edge of Tom’s ear in his teeth. Releasing his hold, he stayed in place so his words brushed over Tom’s skin, making him shiver in a whole different way than a few seconds before.
“Wh-wh…” Clearing his throat, Tom tried again. “What’s wrong?”
“Liking it,” he rasped, sliding a rough cheek across Tom’s nape. “Smelling your fear and getting hard. Wanting to chase your terrified ass down and fuck you raw.”
There was no way Tom could respond to that. Even if he had the words, his brain had been washed with Wite-Out. It was all he could do to keep breathing as Darwin mouthed his way down the side of Tom’s neck in a kissing, biting, licking slide. Tom’s back was his next target. Darwin worked his way down his spine and back up with his mouth. It should have felt like a fun and teasing caress but it felt much more…intent.
Darwin braced his weight on the bed on either side of Tom’s shoulders, pressing down just enough for Tom to feel the drape of him, his heat and weight covering, the tension vibrating through Darwin into Tom, until they both shook with anticipation and need and, at least on Tom’s part, complete terror.
The fear was different than it had been when Tom had first met the large blond construction worker on the building site, though. Now it was an odd hybrid of lust and alarm that had grown from the tangle of hunger and longing and all the mixed-up emotions the other man evoked. When Darwin had first mentioned his attraction to the mix of desire and fear, Tom hadn’t understood. He did now. Somehow Darwin both inspired fear and, at the same time, a feeling of security.
At the slippery rub of Darwin’s cock between his ass cheeks, Tom quit thinking about fear and lust and just felt. Balancing himself on one hand, Darwin circled Tom’s side with his free arm and wrapped his fingers around Tom’s cock. At the first solid squeeze, Tom moaned, his hips bucking into the grip. Darwin’s hips followed the motion, nudging Tom’s clenched opening with the head of his erection.
With a muffled cry, Tom pushed back, wanting the penetration so much more than he feared it. To his enormous relief, Darwin complied with his body’s request and bore down, entering Tom’s ass, feeling as hard and huge and amazing as anything Tom could have ever imagined during their many nights on the phone. Even their earlier lovemaking with Tom on top hadn’t prepared him for this, for the terror and unbelievable pleasure of being flattened beneath Darwin’s weight, his body controlled, taken, possessed.
“Okay?” Darwin rasped, pausing with just the head of his cock inside the other man.
Nearly delirious with need and fear, Tom shoved his ass back toward Darwin. “Don’t ask,” he gasped, amazed he was actually able to form words. “Just fuck me!”
The sound Darwin made could only be described as a growl. He remained still just long enough for Tom to wonder whether the man was going to follow his command before Darwin gripped his hip with hard fingers and plunged deep into his ass.
He’d wanted it, demanded it, but the actual penetration, along with the full-body press of Darwin against his back, shoved him off the edge, where he’d been teetering between passion and panic. His entire body tensed as he grabbed fistfuls of pillow, bracing for Darwin’s thrusts.
Instead, Darwin stayed buried deep inside Tom’s body. The hand gripping Tom’s hip slid around to run down the length of his erect cock, making him suck in a surprised breath. Darwin’s fingers were gentle, almost teasing, circling the tip before trailing a line down the underside of his erection and cradling his balls.
Tom’s hips bucked under the light touch, pulling just an inch off the cock buried in his ass. The lube-assisted drag made him squirm and push back, driving the erection back in.
Darwin’s hand left his cock and returned to Tom’s hip, lightly directing the push and pull, the in-and-out slide that was starting to feel so good.
The thrusts were getting longer, until Darwin was almost completely out of Tom’s body before he plunged back inside. His fear once again shoved aside, Tom matched the other man stroke for stroke, until he was slamming
himself
back,
driving
the
pistoning cock deep.
Bracing both hands on the mattress on either side of Tom, Darwin thrust faster and harder, driving Tom along the bed with the sheer force of each plunge. Tom scrabbled for purchase, grabbing at the bedding, trying to gain a handhold so he could shove back.
After weeks of gentle, considerate kisses and phone calls and touches, Tom just wanted to be fucked—hard.
Even before the attack, Tom had never liked it rough. Now, though, he couldn’t get enough. “Fuck me,” he was surprised to hear himself gasping. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”
“Fuck!” Darwin snarled, although it was barely recognizable as a word. His thrusts sped up, grew rough—rougher than Tom had ever experienced. The crazy part was that he loved every second, loved the wildness of it, the entire mix of fear and pain and lust and pleasure.
It drove him into orgasm, throwing him into a wall of incredible sensation.
He returned to reality slowly, feeling Darwin’s shuddering body behind him as he came. Tom melted into the bed, all the muscles and bones in his body turning to pudding as he flattened out beneath the other man’s weight. He could feel Darwin’s chest heave up and down, the blast of air from his lungs with each gulping breath.
Contrary as usual, the shadow of fear that lived inside Tom didn’t seem to mind the dead weight of Darwin’s body.