Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Another chuckle escapes me before I can contain it. I love this side of him. I know he isn’t submissive—I’ve heard him fuck Cuntney several times when we were living back at home. He has a filthy mouth, and he’s dominant, but with me, he’s always been more on the submissive side. Every part of me wants to see him embrace his dominant persona with me.

Once we get onto the porch, before unlocking the door, I shift my body so I’m facing him. He’s watching me with such sheer curiosity and intensity, wondering what I’m going to say to his sexy as fuck declaration. Running my thumb over my bottom lip, I look at him under my lashes and say, “So, fuck me, then.”

His eyes flash with pure lust, his pupils dilate, and he practically growls out, “Get. Inside. Now.”

Fumbling with the house keys, I can’t get the door open fast enough. As soon as we step foot inside and I shut the door, he shoves me up against it and he’s on me.

Thank God Mom went back to the hospital.

His hot, demanding mouth meets mine in a violent embrace. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he rolls his hips into mine at the same time. He’s rock fucking hard already, and he swallows the moan that escapes my throat. Our mouths and hands are frenzied, neither of us knowing what we want to do first.

“Upstairs. Now.”

Fuck, his demands are hot as hell, and I happily oblige. Practically running up the stairs, two at a time, I’m ripping my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my pants the minute we enter my room. Looking over my shoulder, he’s doing the same. No need to waste time undressing each other. I need him in me.

“Fuck, Bran, you are so fucking hot. Look at you.”

“I could say the same thing about you. C’mere.”

Our lips crash together again in a blistering kiss, and I walk him backwards until his legs hit the edge of my bed. He sits on the edge as I straddle his lap, my hips instantly seeking friction against him. We’re both still wearing our underwear, but that needs to change.

Pushing him back, so he’s now lying down, I remove the last piece of clothing on his body and admire the absolute masterpiece in front of me. He’s fucking gorgeous.

He’s all lean muscle and tan skin. His broad shoulders and defined chest are heaving up and down with his rapid breathing, his lips are swollen, and his cheeks are flushed. He has the lightest dusting of blonde hair leading down to his glorious, weeping, steel-hard cock, which is impressive all on its own. He reaches down and cups his balls with a groan, and I fucking lose it.

My mouth is on his cock before he can even remove his hand, swallowing him whole. He’s so big, I relish in the way he feels in my mouth and how full my throat is from him. Moaning around his length, sending vibrations through his entire body, I watch his eyes roll back. I give him a few more long, deep strokes with my mouth before he’s pushing me off.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll come before I even get inside of you.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I tease, throwing him a wink and a devilish grin.

Reaching out, he removes my underwear, causing my aching cock to jut up loud and proud. “Jesus, I will never get tired of seeing you like this. Your fucking body, your dick, that fucking piercing.” His eyes roam all over, from my head all the way down. “Lay on the fucking bed, I want my mouth on you.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

Trying not to seem too overeager, I saunter onto the bed, lying down beside him. He gets between my legs in an instant, taking my cock in a devastating stroke that causes my toes to curl. Flicking his tongue out, he teases my swollen head while continuing his long, delicious strokes.

“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” he growls before my cock is plunged into his warm, wet mouth. My hips shoot off the bed, forcing him to take me much deeper than he planned. He gags around my length, and his eyes water, but he keeps going.

My hands fly to his hair, pulling at his dirty blonde strands. The noises flying out of my mouth sound inhuman, but fuck, he feels good.

He dislodges my cock from his throat long enough to ask, “Lube?”

Barely able to form any thoughts at all, I point aimlessly. “Drawer… by the bed.”

Grabbing the lube and wasting no time, he pops open the cap and squirts a generous amount onto his fingers. He teases my crack lightly while licking his way up my cock, from base to tip. Throwing my head back, a deep moan comes from my chest at the sheer pleasure he’s giving me without even having to try.

“Luc, more. I need more.”

“Someone’s greedy.” He smirks, and if it isn’t the sexiest and most frustrating sight.

“Please, Luca,” I’m begging, but I don’t even care. I need him.

Putting me out of my misery, he inserts the tip of his finger, pushing through the first ring of muscle. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, and the burn is there, but it feels incredible.

“Luca, fuck. Yes, baby. More, please, more.”

He pushes his finger in deeper while placing kisses on my hips. The close contact is driving me wild, and I could easily come just like this.

Wrapping his pink, swollen lips around my cock, he inserts a second finger into my ass. He hallows his cheeks and twirls his tongue around, while stroking my ass in the most delectable way. Crooking his fingers, he grazes the little button inside me that has me seeing stars behind my eyes.

“Ahh, yes. Shit, that’s good.”

He moans around my cock and the vibration is mind-blowing. If I make it more than five minutes with him inside me, it’ll be a goddamn miracle.

“I’m ready, Luca. I need you inside me,” I moan, while trying to bear down on his fingers and thrust farther into his mouth at the same time. I’m out of my mind with desire right now, and I feel like I can’t wait any longer.

He pops his mouth off my cock. “Condom?”

“No, I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant. I’m clean, you’re clean, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then please fuck me.”

“I really, really love this side of you,” he says, pouring lube onto his cock.

I roll my eyes, smirking. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Reaching down, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, before plunging his tongue inside. My hand reaches up, grabbing the back of his head and deepening the kiss, while thrusting my hips up. The movement causes my throbbing dick to rub against his slippery length, and the friction is everything.

Breaking the kiss, he lines himself up. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Luca,” I groan pathetically.

He laughs before pushing in, and fuck.

“Oh, fuck, Branson. You’re so damn tight.”

“You’re fucking huge. Jesus.”

Reaching down, he strokes my dick lazily. “You can take it, baby.”

His hand on my cock, him inside my ass, and him calling me baby all at once lights my blood on fire. “More, fuck.”

Continuing to stroke me, he inches in farther and farther until he’s seated fully inside of me. He gives me a moment to adjust to his large size, before he starts rocking, slowly.

Once the burning pain dissipates, the full feeling of him is divine. The slight upward curve to his cock ensures he hits my prostate with every stroke.

“Oh, fuck, Luca. That feels so fucking good.”