Page 29 of Come Find Me Tonight

His words crawl under my skin. “Ugh, I hate that nickname!” I grumble.

“Mm, I like it for you.” I think he’s teasing me, but the nickname makes my stomach churn from years of being called that by my family.

“I don’t like it, baby boy,” I tease back, echoing our DMs.

He moves over me, so we’re nearly face-to-face again. “Who’s a baby boy?” He thrusts into me as he speaks, stretching me in that delicious way, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. He’s so long…and girthy. I can hardly believe my body accommodates him.

“Not you,” I moan, eating my own words.

“Don’t fucking forget it, Apps.”

He sits up, angling himself better, and he thrusts hard and fast. The stretch turns to friction fast, and I pant out. I keep my hands above my head despite my aching shoulders. He must know my shoulders are aching, but that’s probably why he’s making me do it.

Rook pulls himself all the way out of me, and before I can complain, he’s kneeling on either side of my head with his pulsating dick in my face.

“Suck,” he orders.

Bold of him to trust me now with how bratty I was, but this is the first time I’ve had him in my mouth. He guides himself past my lips, and he tastes like salt and sweat—us mixed. And it only turns me on more. I can finally press my thighs together, looking for friction yet again, but the emptiness is more apparent than ever. He forces his length as far as it can go with me lying on my back. The texture is smooth like velvet over steel with prominent veins curving along its length. I smirk internally at how aroused he is.

He could never leave; he wants this too badly.

He withdraws from my mouth with a satisfying pop from my lips.

“Before I blow, roll over, ass up,” Rook instructs, moving off me. I do as he says, but a flicker of nerves hits. What would he do next? I flip over, bracing myself on my elbows. I feel him tap my butt with the blunt head, and I tense up. He grazes his fingertips over my backside. “Don’t worry; we’re only doing what you know. But I’ll take this too when I want it.” He gives my ass a quick pinch that makes me jump up a little. “Just pleasure now, baby.”

I sigh in relief when I feel his wide head press against me again. He pushes in slower, more methodically. Nearly retreating the whole way before sinking back in. I moan out. The slow motion combined with his girth makes my toes curl. I grip the sheets and move my hips in the same rhythm.

“Faster,” I call out. I press my cheek into the mattress, arching more.

He doesn’t argue or hit me with another degradation line. Just obeys and increases the pace while keeping the long, toe-curling deep strokes.

“Are you gonna come on my dick?” he asks, pounding into me even harder. My body bounces against his, making each impact thud through my spine. “Come on, make it worth my while.”

His words and the sound of our bodies slapping undo me. My muscles clench around him, and I moan out. He maintains the same pace while I ride it out. “Oh,” I sigh when I come down. He buries himself deeply and goes still as the familiar pulsing sensation beats inside of me until it fades.

“God, I don’t want to leave.” His voice is breathless and rugged.

“Then don’t.”

He withdraws from me, and his hands find my shoulder blades. “Shoulders okay, baby?” he asks. He rubs into them, thumbs kneading as they run up to the top of my shoulders, then back down.

“I think so,” I answer quietly, but I don’t want him to stop. He rubs small circles on my upper back, and it’s too soothing.

A few minutes later, he gets off the bed, and my eyes track his movements as well as they can while he redresses. I roll to my side to face him, and between my legs, I can feel his release oozing out of me. It’s a mess I decide to ignore for now. “Go harder next time. I’m afraid you’re softening for me, and that’s not what I want,” I say.

He sits on the edge, presumably putting his shoes on. “Is that why you were such a brat? You want to be punished?”

My tongue drags over my dry lips. “Mm, I don’t know, but I want the intensity.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do, and I want your worst.”

He drags his hand over his face. “Fuck, Appa.” He looks straight ahead of him like he’s afraid to meet my eyes. “Fine, you asked for my worst…don’t cry when you get it.”

I’m not going to cry. I’ll smirk instead because he’ll never say no to me. But I dare him to try.

Chapter Fourteen