Riven (Riven 1)

The heat of the slap coalesced into a tingle and I moaned, lifting my hips. Caleb chuckled and took my ass in his hands.

“This ass is mine tonight,” he said, voice low and rumbling. I nodded, my cheek smashed into the sheet, hair everywhere. “Tell me it’s true.”

“It’s true, yes, it’s yours,” I managed.

“What’s mine, Theo?”

“My a-ass.”

“Mmm, that’s right.” He bit my right cheek. “It is. It is mine.”

He licked a stripe over my hole, up to the small of my back, and I squeaked, clawing at the sheets. I felt helpless, splayed open before him, but every molecule in my body craved it. His attention, his affection, the simple animal heat of him.

He palmed my ass again, like he was taking stock of what was his, and gave me a few slaps, my ass bouncing in the wake of each. There was something filthy and humiliating about letting him do this, but though my face was on fire, I wanted it to go on forever.

After a few minutes, I buried my face deeper into the sheets, moaning, and tried to push up on my knees, but it was too much, and I only managed to half look back over my shoulder at Caleb. He looked like a god, face flushed, eyes bright, chest heaving, and muscles tight with the strain of control. He palmed his erection, snugging the condom to his root. I made a desperate sound at the sight, and he leaned his forehead between my shoulder blades, pressing me back to the bed.

“Fuck, I wanna take you apart,” he groaned.

“Do it. I want it. ’M ready.”

He knelt and ran a gentle hand over my hair, then pulled my hips onto his thighs. I could feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, and I nodded into the covers, in case he was waiting. Caleb surged forward, and sank into me in one powerful thrust, seating himself deep before my body had a chance to react and keep him out.

I cried out, scrabbling at the covers, but he caught my hands in his and stilled us both. He felt impossibly large inside me, and I sucked in deep breaths, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Caleb stroked up and down my spine, and in the drop of sweat that hit my back, I could feel the effort it took him to keep still.

After a minute, I felt myself relax, muscles easing and breath coming easier. At the shift of my body, he moaned and squeezed my shoulder. I pressed back to him, bouncing my ass a little on his cock. He struck like lightning. In a heartbeat, I was spread wide again, face in the sheets, arms outflung, as Caleb pounded into me in long, deep strokes. It felt like he was running a race with himself: Could he make me come before he lost control?

We moved together, finally, Caleb’s hands at my hips and mine tangled in the sheets, trying to get enough traction to thrust back against him. Each long stroke made me lose my mind, my body hot and out of control. He knelt lower, plowing into me, and started hitting my prostate with every thrust. I didn’t even try to keep from crying out because every time I did, it just seemed to make Caleb hotter.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, and I felt his fingers trace my hole around his erection. Finally, I couldn’t take any more. My ass was pulsing with heat and friction, my erection was throbbing so hard it was like its own heartbeat, and I felt light-headed with arousal, but I was too fucked out to hold myself up enough to reach my dick.

“Caleb, please. Please.” I started saying it with every thrust—Please—begging for him—Please—for his touch.

“You need me, baby?” he asked, voice low and wicked as he pounded into me.

I let out an inarticulate cry and made a grab for his hand, writhing beneath the force of his thrusts.

“Mmmm,” he said. He hitched my hips up and slid nearly all the way out of me. When his hot hand curled around my pulsing dick, I nearly screamed, so sensitized that his light touch felt like a stroke. “Fuck, yes, you’re so hot. Squirming while you take me.” He squeezed my cock a little harder and my hips went wild, trying to thrust forward to get more of his hand, trying to press backward to get more of his dick, and I moaned in frustration as I was caught between them.

Caleb scraped my sweaty hair back and leaned over me, sucking at the skin of my neck until I cried out.

“I want you to come for me.” His voice in my ear was a menace and a promise, and I fucking loved it. I groaned my response, and Caleb started fucking me again, this time stripping my dick to the rhythm of his deep thrusts.