Corbin (The Theriot Family 2)

“This is insane.” I moaned as he nipped my throat.

“I don’t care.”

He kissed me again before I could respond. His hands went to my fly. As soon as he got my pants open, he wrapped his hand around my cock. The feel of his skin against mine was too much. I frantically worked my hips trying to get more friction. I needed him so much, no matter how much I hated him and his need to point out all my faults. He was giving me what I longed for, and I wasn’t about to stop.

“Need to touch you too,” I mumbled, reaching to undo his pants as his lips moved along my jaw and up to my ear, sucking on the lobe and making me crazy with lust.

I wrapped a hand around his cock, seriously impressed by the girth of him. He was a monster, and he would feel so damn good inside me. But this was enough for now. It would have to be.

He pulled my hand away from his cock and set both my hands on his shoulders. “I’m controlling this.”

With another man I would’ve fought that, but with Beau it was just right. It was what I’d known he would give me from the moment I met him. No matter how much he pissed me off, I’d known all along that surrendering to him would be exactly this damn hot.

He spit on his hand, then wrapped it around both our shafts. I could barely breathe as he worked our cocks with fast, firm strokes. I worked my hips as much as I could, pushing into the circle of his hand and loving the slide of my cock against his. Before long, I was leaking so much precum he was using it like lube.

“You’re so incredible,” he said, breath hot against my neck. “I like you like this. Open, compliant, ready to spill over my hand.”

I didn’t want to be compliant. I didn’t want to do what he said, but I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked.

I whimpered in response as he squeezed our cocks tight.

“I want to watch. I want to see you let go. I want to see you shed everything and give it all to me.”

How did he know how much I hid myself, how rarely anyone saw the real me? I fought against my climax, but Beau’s hand tightened around me, pressing his hard cock against mine. He whispered more filthy words in my ear, telling me I was his, that I would do anything for him. It was more than I could take.

I cried out, thrusting against him as hard as I could, making a mess of his hand and my stomach. Cum ran down our cocks. It was glorious, so good it almost hurt, and I was terrified of returning to reality.

Thirteen

Beau

I’d intended to push Corbin to give me what I wanted, but I hadn’t thought he’d be as vulnerable with me as he’d been. I’d known he hid his true self at least to some extent, but in that moment as he climbed toward release, I saw what I could only guess was the real Corbin, and I wanted—needed—more of him. How could I not? But how could I continue something that never should have happened at all?

Corbin laid his forehead against my shoulder. His breaths were shallow and labored. I traced my hand up and down his back. My dick was throbbing. I needed to come, but I would get to that. Right then, I just wanted to take care of him.

He shocked me by scrambling off my lap and pushing my legs wider so he could kneel between them. When he leaned in and took my cock in his mouth, I gasped. “Fuck. Corbin. Oh fuck.”

He sucked me, and there was nothing tentative about it, he didn’t take quite my whole length, but he almost managed it. I couldn’t stop staring at the way my cock obscenely stretched his lips. I could get so used to this. If he were truly mine, I’d put him on his knees every day.

I slid my hands into his hair, but I didn’t hold him down. As much as I relished control, I was mesmerized by his natural enthusiasm. “More. Harder. I want to come down your throat.”

He groaned around me and took me even deeper. The hot slick feel was so good. I fought to hold back. I wanted to make this last. I wanted him to give me everything he had.

I massaged his scalp with my fingertips and groaned as he worked me with his mouth. The heat of him felt so good.

He choked around me and pulled back. “You’re incredible, baby. Don’t stop.”

I stroked his cheek, and he gave me a lust-drunk smile as he took me back into his mouth. He worked me with swipes of his tongue and hard sucks. He was doing everything he could to make me spill.