Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

Eric huffed. “I’m tougher than you think.”

“Fine, hit your head on the headboard. I won’t stop when you do.”

He pushed back up onto his hands and looked around at me. “I don’t want you to go easy on me. That was never what I expected from you.”

What did he expect? I was too scared to ask.

“I want you, the real you, the one you like to hide.”

I shook my head. “That’s… I can’t.”

“Then give me what you can.”

I reached for the lube, and Eric pulled a pillow to him, wrapped his arms around it, and rested his head down again.

I slicked my cock and teased his hole, brushing the tip over it and along his crack

“Fuck me now and quit playing,” he demanded.

I slapped his ass hard, making him gasp. “I’m in control here.”

“Then show me. Fucking control me already.”

I thrust into him. God, he was so fucking tight. I pulled back and drove in again, and he cried out, “Fuck. That’s… Fuck.”

“You said you could take anything.” I should feel guilty for forcing my way in, but all I felt was incredible pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced before.

Eric growled. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“Damn right you like it. I’m going to make you come again. I’m going to wear you out.”

“Do it.”

No matter what he said, I should have been more careful. He said he hadn’t bottomed in a while, but I couldn’t stop myself. On my next thrust, I buried myself to the balls, then dug my fingers into his hips fighting to keep him still. I was already right on the edge again, and the slightest movement from him might send me over.

Eric struggled against my hold. “Fuck me, you bastard.”

“You need this, don’t you? You need me.”

“Fuck yes.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I drove into his ass again and again. He widened his legs and arched his back more deeply. Damn, he was flexible for someone so bulky.

“Fucking fill me up. I want to feel your cock in my throat.” Every move he made echoed his need to have me deep inside.

Hearing the good sheriff’s filthy talk made me fight to hold myself back. I wasn’t going to come so quickly. I was going to enjoy his tight, hot body for as long as I could.

“Touch yourself but don’t come.” I wanted him to be struggling as hard as I was not to let go.

He rose up onto his elbows and reached underneath himself. I let go of his hips as he stroked his cock and raised up fully on my knees, letting him fuck himself on me as I fisted one of my hands in his hair, yanking his head back.

He growled, but I held on. “Mine. You’re all mine. I’m going to come in your ass, and you can’t stop me.”

“Don’t want to stop you. I want it all. I want you to lose control and give me everything.”

“Jesus, Eric. Fuck.”

He sucked in a breath at the sound of his name, and my instincts told me he was way too close.

“Stop.” I squeezed his wrist hard. “Let go of your damn dick.”

“Make me.”

“I can break your wrist.”

“You won’t.”

I let go of his hair and spanked his ass hard once, then twice, and he finally did as he was told.

He growled. “You had me so fucking close.”

I dug my fingers into the red marks I’d made on his ass, and he struggled to free himself. “I thought Dax was the one who liked torture.”

I laughed, sounding truly evil. “I know at least as much as Dax if not more. I just use my skills more selectively. Or not at all. Not since…”

“No, don’t go there.”

“I… Oh shit…”

“Ambrose. Come back to me.”

I heard Eric call me as I fought the visions that wanted to take over and ruin this night for me, ruin everything for me. Hadn’t that day taken enough?

Eric reached back and wrapped a hand around my thigh as he squeezed his ass tight around me. “Feel that. Feel how much I need you. How my ass is begging your cock to sink in farther, deeper, to fill me up. I want that. I want you to come inside me. I want you to use me. Let me help you. Let me take your pain away just for now.”

“Eric.”

“I’m here. Feel me.” He dug his nails into my thigh, and I gasped. “Feel how I want you.”

“Fuck.” I took hold of his hips and slammed into him. I fucked him like a wild animal, and he took it all, pushing back against me, writhing, whimpering, begging. “Don’t come until I say you can.”

“Need to. Fuck, Ambrose, I…” He was as mindless as I was now, driving back into me as hard as I was thrusting forward. We’d both be bruised, but I didn’t care. He was here, and he was real, and he wanted me.