LOGINThe person was dressed like a spa attendant, in a uniform that almost looked like a nurse’s own.Loose white trousers, cream, comfortable cut top that stopped at the hips, neckline all the way up, stopping at the top of the neck, with white buttons in a diagonal line from base of the throat to the bottom of the shirt.No hold anywhere. ‘Breasts’ could not be identified, and a bulge in the neck could not be clearly spotted.Another attendant, same androgenous look, same uniform, approached with a tall glass of water and a smile that would pass as welcoming in any other establishment, anywhere else in the world, but for me was worse than having a gun in my face.My body moved by itself.I spun.I pulled on the door handle. The fucking thing did not budge. Not even a tremor. It was not a door; it was the entrance to a cage, and I was trapped.==========Jayden’s POV.I sent a message to Marcus as soon as I got into the car.
I wanted to put it inside his slightly open mouth, have him gag over my thickness, but that would have to wait.Now, I had to recharge, with sleep.I touched my side. It was hot, swelling. I would need a massage. I had sprained the muscle around my pelvis. If it had been dislocated or cracked, I would never have been able to take the last round.I saw the face of the therapist I would need to see for this treatment. My dick pulsed. And I swallowed as my heart rate picked up.My gaze drifted back to the sleeping evil. He looked so peaceful. So gentle. My heart trembled. I touched his lips. He didn’t move.I leaned down.No movement.I got lower.No change.I placed my lips on his and closed my eyes.This is hell. My personal nightmare. But I will do what I must, Leon. Everything. And in the end, only one of us will remain standing.With that thought, I stood.He had not budged.I watched him for a moment longer, then limped out. He had my message. The next move would be his, but while
His eyes were on mine.“Don’t,” he shuddered, adjusting his body, sliding down, guiding my softening dick into his hole, clenching, massaging, making me respond again.I huffed against his chin as his eyes glazed over and his head lolled back.“Fuck!” I breathed as I watched him love me. Enjoy me. Get drunk on me. He was doing it again: worshipping me, and making me want that fucking worship with every fiber of my being.But I wasn’t that boy.I pressed his waist, harder.He jolted, his head came down, his eyes snapped open.He stopped moving, stopped squeezing me.I held his gaze. A slow smile formed. “Making up for lost time, babe?” I remarked lazily as my heart pounded against my chest and my ears hummed with the rushing of blood through my head.His eyes searched my face. I inhaled deeply, slowly, as he shifted on me, drawing me deeper inside him.“Are you tired, Lee?” he said softly, his hand resting on my da
I slapped his left butt cheek. Hard. He groaned, and his balls tightened.Yes, Jade… Yessss… I mused as my dick lifted itself.I knelt higher and went in, all the way, in one move.He groaned, pushing back against me, as if inviting me to go even deeper immediately.My body jolted.How long has it been? How long have I waited? Fuck me! God! Fuck me, side fucking ways! This was it! This was all I needed! What I had missed for years! Years!My brain exploded. My heart pumped with such urgency that I thought I would need an ambulance.I rammed into him at such a pace and such zeal that I thought HE might need it first.But this was my star. My ex-athlete. My most malleable instrument. He moved with me. Hit for hit, pull, twist, roll, jerk, however I moved, he stayed with me.Pushing back, dipping low, rising, grinding, as my lower belly, my pelvis, my upper thighs slapped against his gradually reddening as
because he did – he felt everything – but he wouldn’t let himself get lost. He had to hold that control.If you could make him lose it, you moved up in his list of conquests.I didn’t want to be on his list. I wanted him on mine.As I took them into my mouth, his testes tightened, and I almost spilled, but I was saving that for later. Much later.A moan escaped from me, and he broke.My heart swelled. He jolted from my hold, but it wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. I wasn’t here to pleasure him. He was here to scream for me.Then, he did.My vision blurred. I must have fainted for a second.Leon. My teacher, my mentor, came for me, screamed for me, I couldn’t believe it. My face, my neck, were hot.I wanted to see the face he was making, but he was hiding it. How dare he? How dare he deny me my pleasure?He struggled against my hold; his gaze was clearing.I couldn’t let him regain control. Not yet
He was staring me down. Me.I gasped. He covered my lips with his, and I drank from him. My head was spinning.Nobody treated me like this.I was jerking. My hips were pumping up, but he wasn’t touching me – he wasn’t letting me reach him. I couldn’t reach his body. His mouth on mine did everything.I was sweating, and we hadn't done anything but kiss.God! Am I going to die like this?! I wondered, my heart pounding against my ribs as I swallowed every drop of his saliva that rolled over my burning tongue.Something light brushed my throbbing shaft. I whimpered. He moaned into me.My eyes shot open, but it was no use. Only the side of his face and the ceiling were visible. I pulled my legs closer, but his large thigh was still blocking me.I was naked, exposed, and he was working me.Working me in ways I had never taught him.This was my man. My grown, matured, long-lost man, who had done things and peopl
His mouth opened, but not for me; I went in anyway. I tasted the blood as I searched for his tongue that was avoiding mine.I burst inside him, again, and his body spasmed, but there was nothing but sweat on my stomach. A dry orgasm. His second for the night.I pulled out and fell o
“I may be unavailable by phone or messages of any kind, but I want you to know that everything is fine, and if anyone comes here looking for me, you are to tell them I’m on a business trip.”His lips parted as his face fell.“And whenever you can’t reach me, I want you to put such t
“Leon, tell me seriously, do you think I’m that kid you knew? I mean, take a good look,” I leaned forward, his throat bobbed. My eyes searched his, but I kept my expression neutral.“Do I look like your puppet?” I whispered, as if I was saying something that no other ear should hear, as if
“I’ll take care of –”“Pleeeassee,” he stressed, his face red, his breath coming in short gasps.I sat back, still on him.“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head slightly, my shoulders slouching.“This, Jayden. This







