CeCe's fingers locked around Dave's wrist—skin sun-baked and fever-hot, the vein beneath pounding like a war drum. His own pulse answered in his throat, in his cock, in the slick already pulsing from his hole in thick, syrupy ropes that slapped the inside of his thigh with every step.
Dave froze, icy eyes blown wide, pupils swallowing blue. "Amor—"
CeCe crushed the word against Dave's mouth—lips crashing, teeth clacking, tongues sliding in a wet, filthy tangle. Dave tasted of coffee and sea salt. CeCe's tongue chased it, sucked it clean, moaned when Dave's faint stubble scraped his chin raw.
Buttons tore free with frantic rips—CeCe's silk shirt splitting down the front, cool fabric peeling away to expose pale, flushed skin; Dave's cotton tee shredded under CeCe's nails, the sound of cotton giving way like flesh. CeCe's palms raked over Dave's chest—caramel muscle flexing, nipples dark and stiff, a jagged scar beneath the left pec that CeCe licked, tasting old blood and new sweat.
Dave's hands shook as they settled on CeCe's waist, calluses dragging over the fragile dip above silk trousers, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise. "Closer?" His voice cracked like splitting wood.
"Please—now." CeCe shoved Dave's hands lower, over the plush swell of his ass, grinding until denim scraped bare skin. Dave's cock—a monstrous eleven inches, obscene weight, thicker than Liam's, longer, the head already drooling through denim in a dark, spreading stain—throbbed against CeCe's belly. CeCe's breath punched out. 'God, he'll split me…and I'll thank him.'
Trousers hit the floor with a wet slap. CeCe's slick gushed along with his scent—hot, viscous, jasmine and honey scraped raw flooded the room's air—splattering Dave's boots in glossy strings. Dave dropped to his knees, mouth scalding against CeCe's hipbone, teeth sinking in until blood welled. He licked a stripe up to the navel, tongue delving into the shallow dip, sucking until CeCe's knees buckled.
Dave rose, lifted CeCe like he was weightless—caramel arms corded, veins bulging—and slammed him onto the bed. The first breach was brutal—Dave's cockhead, blunt and dripping, forcing CeCe's rim to stretch until it burned white-hot, slick squirting around the intrusion in obscene jets. CeCe's scream tore the air, back bowing off the mattress, toes curling as the head popped past the ring with a wet schluck.
'Too big—fuck—perfect.'
Dave froze, sweat dripping from his brow to CeCe's parted lips. CeCe licked it—salt, storm, Dave.
"Tell me if—"
"Move," CeCe sobbed, legs locking around Dave's waist. "Please, move."
Dave snapped forward. One thrust and he bottomed out, balls slapping CeCe's ass with a meaty thwack, the stretch so deep CeCe felt it in his throat. His vision exploded white, orgasm ripping through him untouched—cum erupting in thick, pearly arcs, splattering his chest, his chin, the headboard. Dave didn't stop—long, punishing strokes, each one pummeling CeCe's prostate, forcing another climax before the first faded. CeCe's nails carved bloody furrows down Dave's back, heels bruising Dave's ass, urging.
'Deeper, harder, ruin me.'
"Mine," Dave roared, angling until the fat head battered CeCe's cervix. CeCe shattered a third time, slick gushing around Dave's cock, soaking the sheets in a dark, spreading flood. The bedframe slammed the wall—wood splintering, plaster dust snowing down—headboard cracking with every thrust.
Hours melted. Dave flipped him face-down, ass up, CeCe's cheek mashed into soaked cotton; sideways, one leg hooked over Dave's shoulder, ankle by his ear; CeCe riding reverse, platinum hair plastered to sweat-slick skin, hole gaping and frothing with slick and pre-cum. CeCe lost count after the ninth orgasm, voice shredded to guttural sobs, body convulsing like a live wire. Dave's cock never softened, pistoning with machine precision, slick and cum churning at the base, dripping in sticky, obscene rivulets down Dave's balls, pooling beneath them in a cooling, filthy lake.
Dawn bled crimson and gold through the glass. CeCe was wrecked—cum crusted in flaky patches on his chest, slick pooled beneath his hips in a glistening puddle, hole swollen and gaping, leaking a steady stream of Dave's pre-cum in thick, creamy ropes. Dave finally roared, buried to the hilt, and came—scalding pulses flooding CeCe's insides until it overflowed, squirting out around Dave's cock in messy, wet sounds. CeCe whimpered, clenching weakly, another dry spasm rippling through his ruined cock.
Dave collapsed, caramel chest heaving like bellows, arms crushing CeCe into the furnace of his body. His lips dragged over CeCe's temple, tasting salt, sex, ownership.
"Still with me?"
CeCe's laugh was a broken, ecstatic sob.
"You broke me."
'And I'll never want anyone else.'
The room was quiet now, save for the hush of waves and the wet click of their slowing breaths. Dawn had burned itself into a soft, bruised gold, painting long shadows across the wrecked bed. Sheets clung to their skin like battle flags, soaked through with slick, cum, and sweat. CeCe lay half-sprawled across Dave's chest, cheek pressed to the slick hollow beneath a caramel collarbone, listening to the thunder of Dave's heart finally ease into something human.
Dave's fingers moved without thought, tracing the curve of CeCe's spine, counting vertebrae like rosary beads. Every ridge, every tremor, was a confession.
I'm here. I stayed. I didn't leave.
CeCe's own hand rested over Dave's heart, palm open, feeling the steady thump answer his own frantic pulse. The silence wasn't empty; it was full, swollen with everything they hadn't said in the dark.
CeCe's throat worked.
"I thought…" His voice cracked, raw from screaming. "I thought I'd never get this. Not really."
Dave's arms tightened, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of CeCe's skull, thumb stroking the damp hair at his nape—a privilege touch reserved only for Dave, unbeknownst to him. "You have it now." The words were rough, scraped clean of stoicism and filled with raw emotion. "You have me."
CeCe's eyes stung. He pressed his face harder into Dave's skin, inhaling the fading cedar-scent, the salt of sweat, the faint copper where his nails had torn.
'This is what safe smells like. Not whiskey and steel. Not performance. Just Dave.'
Dave shifted, rolling them so CeCe was tucked beneath him, caramel arms caging but not trapping. His forehead rested against CeCe's, noses brushing. "Look at me."
CeCe did. Emerald eyes glassy, lashes clumped, lips swollen and bitten raw. Dave's gaze was soft now, the icy blue melted into something warm and terrifyingly open.
"I'm not going anywhere," Dave said. "Not unless you tell me to."
CeCe's laugh was wet, shaky. "Don't you dare." He reached up, fingers threading through Dave's sweat-damp hair, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted of salt and ruin and home. It was slow, languid, tongues sliding with the exhaustion of two people who'd spent themselves raw.
When they broke apart, CeCe's voice was barely a whisper. "I came so many times I lost my name. And you still…only once…" He trailed off, cheeks flushing.
Dave's smile was small, crooked, devastating. "Wanted to make sure you'd never forget who wrecked you."
CeCe's heart flipped. "I won't."—I can't.—"Even if I tried."
Dave's hand slid down, cupping CeCe's hip, thumb tracing the bruise blooming there. "Good." His voice dropped, reverent. "Because I'm not done learning you."
CeCe's breath hitched. He curled closer, leg hooking over Dave's thigh, the ache between his own thighs a sweet, throbbing reminder.
'This is what it feels like to be wanted. Not owned. Not used. Wanted.'
Outside, the ocean kept its rhythm, steady and endless. Inside, two bodies tangled, hearts syncing, the afterglow wrapping around them like a promise neither had dared to voice until now.
CeCe's thighs still trembled, slick and cum cooling between them, but the ache in his core was a live wire. He rolled onto his belly, cheek pressed to the damp sheets, and reached back to spread himself open. His hole fluttered, swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of Dave's last load leaking out in a pearly ribbon.
Dave's breath caught, a low, animal sound. His cock—still half-hard, monstrous even soft—jerked against his thigh, already thickening again. CeCe glanced over his shoulder, emerald eyes glassy with want.
"Again," he whispered, voice hoarse. "But no marks where Liam can see. Please."
The name Liam hit Dave like a slap. His jaw clenched, caramel skin flushing dark.
'He'll see you naked. He'll try to touch what's mine.' A growl rumbled in his chest, raw and possessive.
He surged forward, hands gripping CeCe's hips hard enough to bruise beneath the bone. "Turn over."
CeCe obeyed, rolling to his back, legs falling open. Dave loomed above, cock now fully erect—thick as CeCe's wrist, veins pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum. He dragged the blunt crown through CeCe's folds, coating himself in the mess already there, then slammed in to the root.
CeCe's scream was shredded, back arching off the bed. The stretch was brutal, perfect, Dave's cock splitting him wider than ever. Dave didn't pause—he fucked, hips snapping with punishing force, balls slapping CeCe's ass in wet, meaty thwacks.
"Tell me," Dave snarled, voice filthy, hips grinding deep. "Tell me who fucks you better."
CeCe's head thrashed, platinum hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead. "You—fuck—only you—"
Dave angled his hips, the fat head battering CeCe's prostate with every thrust. CeCe's cock, spent and soft, leaked a thin stream of cum onto his belly. "Say it louder."
CeCe sobbed, legs wrapping around Dave's waist, heels digging into caramel muscle. "Liam's big—second to you—ngh—but he's terrible. Can't last, can't find the spot, can't—he's a fucking joke. Can't make me scream—"
CeCe sobbed, babbling. "He's nothing—three thrusts and he's done—you—you wreck me—Davy—"
Dave's rhythm stuttered, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. He leaned down, mouth at CeCe's ear, breath scalding. "He'll never make you come like this. Never fill you like this." He thrust harder, the bedframe cracking against the wall, plaster dust snowing down. "You're mine."
CeCe's hole clenched, milking Dave's cock in rhythmic pulses. "Yours—yours—ruin me—"
Dave's hand slid between them, thumb circling CeCe's cockhead slit—swollen, slick, sensitive. CeCe shattered again, a dry, wrenching orgasm that left him shaking, tears streaking his temples. Dave followed with a roar, cock pulsing, flooding CeCe's insides with thick, scalding ropes until it overflowed, squirting out around Dave's shaft in messy, wet sounds.
CeCe took it all—grateful, wrecked, loving the filthy, beastly edge to Dave's possession. His body was ruined, hole gaping and throbbing, but the ache was perfect. He knew he'd never be satisfied by anyone else. Not now. Not ever.
Dave collapsed, caramel chest heaving, arms crushing CeCe close. His voice was rough, reverent. "No one else. Ever."
CeCe's smile was shattered, blissful, tears streaking his cheeks. "Never anyone else. You've ruined me."
Dave's chest heaved like a bellows, sweat dripping from his caramel skin onto CeCe's back in hot, salty rivulets. The room stank of sex and salt and them, the sheets a battlefield of torn cotton and cooling fluids. CeCe's body trembled beneath him, hole still fluttering around Dave's softening cock, a slow trickle of cum leaking out with every weak clench.
Dave eased out carefully—slow, reverent—the wet schlick obscene in the hush. CeCe whimpered, legs collapsing, and Dave caught him before he hit the mattress. Strong arms scooped him up, cradling CeCe against his chest like something precious and breakable.
"Shh, Amor," Dave murmured, voice gravel turned velvet. He carried CeCe to the en-suite bathroom, the ocean's roar muffled behind glass. The shower hissed to life, steam curling thick and warm. Dave stepped under the spray, still holding CeCe, letting the water sluice over them both.
The shower steamed thick, jasmine and salt curling in the air like incense. Dave held CeCe upright, water sluicing over them in hot, silken sheets. CeCe's legs were jelly, thighs trembling, cum still leaking slow and warm from his swollen rim. Dave's cock, half-hard against CeCe's belly, twitched at every whimper, but he kept his hands gentle.
He lathered a cloth with soap, the scent blooming heady and sweet, and dragged it down CeCe's spine in slow, worshipful strokes. The fabric rasped over sensitive skin, catching on the faint red lines his nails had left. CeCe's breath hitched when Dave reached the curve of his ass, parting his cheeks with reverent fingers. The cloth slid between, cleaning the mess with deliberate care, circling the puffy, ruined hole that fluttered at every touch.
"Still open for me," Dave murmured, voice rough with awe. He pressed a kiss to the small of CeCe's back, tongue flicking out to taste the water beading there. CeCe's knees buckled; Dave caught him, one arm banded around his waist, the other slipping two slick fingers inside to scoop out the thick load still clinging to his walls. CeCe moaned, head falling back against Dave's shoulder, the stretch aching and perfect.
"Easy," Dave whispered, lips brushing CeCe's ear. "Let me take care of you."
He turned CeCe to face him, water cascading over platinum hair, plastering it to his cheeks. Dave's mouth found his—slow, deep, tasting of salt and jasmine and them. His hands cupped CeCe's ass, lifting him slightly, letting the spray rinse the last of the mess from between his thighs. CeCe's cock, soft and spent, gave a weak twitch against Dave's hip.
Back in the bedroom, fresh sheets cool and crisp, Dave laid CeCe down like an offering. He straddled CeCe's thighs, oil warm in his palms, and began to knead—shoulders, spine, the tender swell of his ass. Every press of thumbs drew a shuddering sigh, CeCe's body melting under the touch. Dave's cock, heavy and flushed, dragged against CeCe's skin with every movement, leaving wet trails of pre-cum.
He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of CeCe's ear. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Wrecked. Mine." His hand slid between CeCe's legs, fingers circling the swollen rim, not entering, just teasing. CeCe's hips rolled instinctively, chasing the touch, a soft whine escaping his throat.
Dave's mouth followed his hands—kissing down CeCe's spine, licking the dimples above his ass, sucking gently at the tender skin of his inner thighs. He avoided leaving marks where Liam might see, but every touch was a claim. When he reached CeCe's hole, he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the puffy rim, tongue flicking out to taste the lingering slick and cum. CeCe's back arched, a broken moan spilling free.
"Davy—"
"Shh." Dave's voice was velvet and gravel. "Let me worship what I broke."
He flipped CeCe onto his back, settling between his spread thighs. The oil-slick slide of his cock nestled against CeCe's, not thrusting, just resting, the heat of it a promise. Dave's mouth found CeCe's nipple, sucking gently, teeth grazing the peak until CeCe's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Water from the shower still clung to their skin, mixing with fresh sweat. Dave's hands mapped every inch—the curve of CeCe's waist, the soft give of his belly, the delicate line of his throat. When he reached CeCe's lips, he kissed him slow and deep, tongues sliding lazy and wet, the taste of jasmine and sex thick between them.
CeCe's eyes fluttered open, emerald gone soft and hazy. "You're still hard," he whispered, fingers brushing the thick length pressed against his hip.
Dave's smile was slow, wicked. "Not fucking you again. Not yet." He shifted, letting his cock drag through the slick mess between CeCe's thighs, coating himself in the remnants of their ruin. "Just want to feel you. Want you to feel me."
CeCe's legs wrapped around Dave's waist, pulling him closer, the ache between his thighs a sweet, throbbing hymn. "I feel you," he breathed. "Everywhere."
Dave's hand slid down, cupping CeCe's spent cock, stroking slow and lazy, coaxing a final, trembling spurt of cum onto his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, eyes locked on CeCe's. "Taste like us."
CeCe's smile was shattered, blissful. "Stay inside me," he murmured, guiding Dave's cock to his entrance, not pushing in, just resting the head against the swollen rim. "Just like this."
Dave obliged, settling his weight carefully, the blunt pressure a promise. His arms wrapped around CeCe, pulling him close, lips brushing his temple, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth. "Sleep, love," he whispered. "I've got you. Always."
CeCe's eyes drifted shut, the ache between his thighs a sweet, throbbing hymn. 'This is what it feels like to be cherished.' He burrowed closer, breathing in patchouli and cedar and home, Dave's cock a heavy, grounding weight against his ruined hole.
Outside, the ocean kept its rhythm. Inside, Dave held him like a vow, lips brushing CeCe's forehead in silent promise:
Mine to ruin. Mine to mend. Mine to keep.
In the quiet after, Dave rested his cheek against CeCe's hair, the salt-sweet scent of outside threaded with CeCe's own scent of jasmine and honey.
"I'll remember everything," Dave said, more vow than promise.
"I know," CeCe answered, one hand over his heart as if to hold the truth in place. "Me, too."
They fell asleep like that—driftwood washed to the same shore, held fast by the tide.
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The next morning, they ate room-service breakfast on the balcony, CeCe barefoot in one of Dave's shirts, wind pulling at his hair.
They walked beaches until the tide forced them back to shore.
They talked until sleep blurred their words together.
The lies they lived the rest of the week—Mr. Amburdale's Omega and his guard—melted away there. They were only CeCe and Dave: one laughing too loud, the other too quiet, both learning the shape of something that felt dangerously close to peace.
Every time they left the estate, CeCe left the emerald ring in a drawer. He told the staff it didn't match his outfit; he told himself it didn't match his heart.
Liam's absence stretched from weeks into months.
The newspapers praised his decisive leadership overseas, but the house itself began to forget him. Servants stopped waiting for his arrival. The air lost his scent.
CeCe told himself he should care more. That he should worry what it meant for the contract, for appearances, for the world watching.
But when Dave brushed his hand as they passed through the hall one quiet morning, the only thing CeCe could think was please, not yet—don't let it end yet.
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Across the sea, Liam Amburdale finished another meeting, the skyline of London gleaming through his window.
He stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the number he hadn't called in days.
He wanted to hear CeCe's voice—to ask if he still wore the ring.
He didn't dial.
Duty first. Always duty.
Behind him, the door clicked open, and Kevin Maxwell stepped in with a report file clasped in both hands.
"Sir," Kevin said softly, smiling nervously. "You asked for the updated figures."
Liam took the folder, their fingers brushing for the briefest second. He felt the echo of a heartbeat he hadn't thought about in years—and wondered if anyone back home was thinking of him at all.