Collaring Chaz (Dante's Infernal #2) - Joel Abernathy Page 0,16

be taken out when it was safe and comfortable, everything would be okay.

Now I was starting to wonder who I was really protecting. Him or me?

“I don’t know,” I admitted, running my hands over the generous globes of his ass, digging my fingertips in to claim the flesh I had groped plenty of times but never really felt. Had he always been so soft? His skin was like silk, and I could only imagine what it would feel like to be buried inside him now that everything felt like the first time. I leaned in, running my tongue up the back of his neck until his messy ash-blond strands tickled the tip of it. His whole body shivered, begging me to take him.

I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer at the end of my bed and slicked a layer down over the head of my cock, but that was all I had the willpower to delay. I spread his ass open, savoring the sight of him bent over the edge of my bed, his face buried in a pillow and his hole on display for me.

He didn’t have an ounce of training, and I knew for a fact no dom had ever laid hands on him--an idea that filled me with blinding rage--and yet, he obeyed so perfectly. From his posture to his energy, he was a natural submissive.

I felt a twinge of guilt for even seeing him that way. He was my best friend. My friend with benefits, sure, but we’d never made an agreement to explore that kind of relationship, as tantalizing as the thought was and as many times as I had fucked subs in the dungeon while imagining it was him.

As I positioned myself at his entrance, settling my hands on his narrow hips, it took everything I had not to just ram into him. We usually fucked on the couch, a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, so he was often on top, riding me. It was rare that I had the chance to take him from this angle, if only because I lacked the patience, but it felt like a thousand wasted opportunities in retrospect.

He stiffened up, his tight cheeks clenching around the head of my cock in anticipation of what was coming as I applied steadily increasing pressure to his hole. His back rose as he took in a deep breath and I drove into him on the exhale.

He gasped sharply, arching his spine, which just made it easier to go deeper. I held onto his hips so he wouldn’t hurt himself squirming. When he finally relaxed enough for me to go in halfway, I muttered, “Good boy.”

The words just escaped me automatically and I froze, waiting for what his response was. For a few of the longest seconds of my life, the only sound was his breathing, but then he tilted himself back into me, an invitation for more.

I released the breath I’d been holding and started thrusting, building up speed slowly so that each time I pulled out to the tip, I went back in a little deeper until I was buried to the hilt in his tight ass.

It was even better than my imagination could have come up with. His tight passage, clenching and relaxing around my cock as his body tried to adjust to the invasion. The warmth of being sheathed fully inside him, and the maddening tension each time I thrust back into him. The sound of his breath, labored and perfectly in sync with my domination.

He started grinding against the edge of my bed, and I knew whenever I hit his prostate because he jolted a little and his ass tightened up even more. I pulled out of him all the way, and he whimpered.

“Put your knees up on the bed,” I ordered.

He hesitated a split second, but it was enough for me to wonder if I’d crossed some unspoken line between us. Just because he let me fuck him didn’t mean he was submissive to me, not even in bed.

Then he complied, and all my trepidation went out the window. I licked my lips, enjoying the view before I climbed on top of him and shoved my cock in all at once. He folded back toward me with a mingled cry of bliss and pain, and I reached around to grab his cock, since that was what the shift in position was for in the first place.

“Bossy tonight, huh?” His voice was breathy and strained, but