ALEXANDER
The single word he'd given me—*move*—landed like a key turning in a lock I had been waiting years to open properly.
I sat back just enough to tear my shirt over my head and hurl it somewhere across the room.
The sight of my cock buried deep inside him nearly stopped my breath. His smaller body stretched around me, flushed and open, taking every inch like he had been made for it. I stayed still a moment longer, simply watching the place where we were joined, memorizing the way his soft skin yielded around the thick base of my cock.
Then I pulled out slowly, all the way to the tip until only the head remained inside him.
Dashiell's breath hitched.
I pushed back in just as slowly, feeling every ridge and flutter of his walls drag along my length. When I was fully seated again I rolled my hips in a deliberate, grinding circle, rubbing the head of my cock against the sensitive places deep inside him.
He shuddered hard beneath me. His inner muscles clenched around me in a tight, involuntary ripple of heat—so perfect I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from making a sound. Heat closed around me, impossibly tight, a rhythmic pulse that felt like being milked.
I stayed buried to the hilt and did it again, slower this time, dragging myself against that same spot until his thighs trembled on either side of my hips.
"Alexander…"
His voice was already wrecked.
I leaned down, bracing my forearms on either side of his head, and began to fuck him in long, measured strokes. Deep, thorough thrusts that let me feel every inch of him on the way in and every desperate flutter of his walls on the way out. Each time I bottomed out I stayed there a second, grinding against him, before pulling almost all the way free and starting over.
His hands found my back and his fingers dug in.
I watched his face the entire time—the way his lips parted, the soft, unfiltered sounds that left him whenever I angled just right, the glassy look in his eyes as pleasure steadily overtook every other thought. Every reaction fed the darker, hungrier part of me that had been waiting all evening for this.
"Look at me," I murmured.
He did.
I held his gaze for another second before letting the words fall between us.
"I'm going to go faster now."
Dashiell drew in a sharp breath. His hand flexed against my back.
"You know I respect you," I said. "And I adore you."
He nodded quickly, eyes glassy.
"Yes."
I held his gaze for another moment, satisfaction settling quietly in my chest.
"That's all I needed to hear."
Before he could say anything else I pulled out, grabbed his hips, and flipped him onto his stomach in one rough motion.
He let out a startled yelp as I yanked him up onto his hands and knees.
One hand closed around the back of his neck and hauled him upright until his back was pressed flush against my chest, his head resting against my shoulder.
I squeezed one of his ass cheeks hard, fingers digging in.
"Then I'm going to disrespect the fuck out of this body," I growled against his ear. "I'm going to use it exactly the way I want."
Dashiell's mouth opened, maybe to answer, or to protest—but he never got the chance.
I lined up and slammed back inside him in one hard thrust.
The scream that tore out of him was raw and perfect.
I didn't give him a second to recover.
The second that scream left his throat I started pistoning into him like I was trying to rearrange his insides.
*Thwop…thwop…thwop…*
Every hard thrust punched a new sound out of him, while the wet slap of my hips meeting his ass filled the room like a filthy metronome.
His hole was already fluttering around me in frantic little spasms, greedy and overwhelmed at the same time.
I kept him locked against my chest with the hand at his neck, fingers digging into the soft skin just under his jaw so he couldn't drop his head. The other hand stayed greedy on his ass, spreading one cheek wide so I could watch my cock disappear into him over and over. The stretch looked obscene. Pink, shiny, stretched thin around the thickest part of me every time I bottomed out.
*Thwop. Thwop. Thwop.*
The headboard slammed against the wall in time with my hips.
*Bang… bang… bang.*
Hard enough that something on the nightstand rattled, then toppled to the floor.
"Fuck, look at this," I rasped against his ear, the words tearing out of me. "Your little hole is trying so hard to keep me out and still sucking me deeper every time I pull back. Greedy fucking thing."
I changed the angle without warning—short, brutal digs that slammed straight into the spot that made his whole body seize.
His arms gave out and he face-planted into the mattress with a muffled sob, ass still up and presented because I hadn't let go of his neck.
I followed him down, covering him completely, my hips never stopping. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, messier. Flesh meeting flesh echoed beneath the savage pace…
*Bang… bang… bang…*
The headboard hammered against the wall.
The new position let me grind even deeper. I could feel the head of my cock dragging over that swollen place inside him on every stroke, and the way his walls clamped down in frantic, rhythmic spasms almost made me black out.
"That's it—take it. Let me hear how much it hurts in the best way."
I reached under him, found his cock hanging heavy and dripping, and gave it a rough, twisting stroke that made his whole body jerk.
Precome smeared across my fingers. I brought them up to his mouth and shoved two past his lips without asking.
"Taste yourself."
He moaned around my fingers, tongue clumsy, eyes glassy when I turned his head just enough to see his face. Tears had started at the corners. I licked one off his cheek and kept fucking him through it.
I wasn't racing toward the finish. This was about carving myself into him, making every thrust a claim. Each time his hole clenched and tried to push me out, I forced my way back in deeper, rolling my hips until his thighs shook and his voice cracked on my name.
"You're going to feel me for days," I promised against the damp skin of his neck, teeth scraping. "Every time you sit down tomorrow you're going to remember exactly how I used this body. How I owned every inch of it."
I pulled almost all the way out just to watch his rim cling and flutter, then slammed home again hard enough to shove him higher up the bed.
*THWOP.*
His scream this time was pure ruined pleasure. The headboard slammed louder, BANG, and I grinned against his hair like the sadistic bastard I was and did it again.
There was no gentleness left.
Only heat, wetness, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, and the sound of Dashiell coming apart under me one brutal, headboard-shaking thrust at a time.