Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,54

and Donovan was surprised that his knees wobbled a bit. Silver held onto his arm, steadying him, then guided him onto the bed so that he was face down once again.

“Tuck your knees beneath you. Do you need a pillow for your head? How are your shoulders doing?”

“No pillow, and they’re fine. Thanks.”

At this point, he only wanted Silver to get on with it, yet the concern Silver was showing him was also a turn-on. But his ass was lewdly exposed to Silver’s gaze, which only made his cock leak more. The anticipation—the aching need—had become all-consuming. Waiting for Silver to be inside him was the worst tease of them all.

The zipper of Silver’s backpack could be heard, and Donovan imagined that Silver was retrieving the lube and condoms he had stashed in there. They’d shared a brief discussion before Donovan had headed into the shower. While Donovan kept a condom and packet of lube in his wallet, Silver’s need for control had dictated whose supplies would be used.

“Mmm, nice. Such a hot baby.” Donovan started at the touch of Silver’s fingertip on his rim. He tapped it a few times, bringing the nerves alive. “Love your pretty pink hole. This belongs to Papi, doesn’t it mijo? No one else.”

Donovan’s cock jumped. “Only Papi.”

At the swipe of Silver’s tongue across his entrance, Donovan almost toppled to his side, but Silver grasped his hips to steady him. He licked Donovan’s crease, eating his ass, and paying special attention to his opening. Donovan mourned the loss of Silver’s tongue then hissed at the cold sensation from the lube Silver had dribbled onto his hole.

Donovan groaned as Silver rubbed his thumbs around his pucker, massaging his entrance. He pushed one thumb past his tight ring, dipping it inside his passage before removing it again. Silver worked his ass, eventually breaching him with both thumbs, spreading Donovan’s hole as he kneaded Donovan’s ass cheeks. His calloused palms scraped across Donovan’s sore skin, the combination of pleasure and pain threatening to send him over the edge.

The sound of the condom tearing open greeted Donovan’s ears like a symphony. He wasn’t just ready—he was so fucking ready. Needed to be filled by Silver’s fat cock, pounded into the mattress until he couldn’t remember his own name.

Silver grabbed hold of the belt binding Donovan’s wrists, then punched into him in one forceful move. Donovan let out a cry from the harsh thrust, but the burning quickly turned to pure gratification, fulfillment, everything he’d been so desperate for. Powerless against the onslaught of Silver’s fucking, he took what his Papi gave him as the fire built low in his belly, his balls tightening as Silver pegged him just right.

Silver fumbled with the belt then yanked it free. Before Donovan had a chance to protest, Silver pulled from his body, flipping him over before shoving Donovan’s knees back. He plunged into Donovan’s ass again, fucking him in a frenzy, droplets of sweat falling on Donovan’s skin from his exertions.

God, he’s stunning.

Donovan’s breath was stolen as Silver slammed their lips together. He ravaged Donovan’s mouth much the same way he was taking his ass. Donovan was claimed, owned. He truly belonged to no one else but his Papi.

“Close?” Silver rasped out.

“Y-yeah.”

“Grab your dick, but don’t come ‘til I say.”

Donovan did as he was told, the tingling at his spine growing the moment he wrapped his fingers around his straining erection, Silver’s belly pushing against Donovan’s fist and cock with every thrust.

Silver fucked him deep and hard until his movements became jerky, unsteady, his features twisting in a mask of pleasure.

“Mijo! Now!

Donovan gave his dick one final hearty tug, then erupted over his fingers, between their bodies, growling through the intense orgasm. Silver took his mouth again in a frantic kiss and they both moaned as they climaxed until their bodies gradually stilled.

But the kiss didn’t end.

Silver didn’t roll away, or rush from the bed to grab a towel or any of the other excuses his typical partners would use once the deed was done. Hell, he’d done it himself.

The kiss carried on, gentling as they both came down from their joint releases. Silver carded his fingers through Donovan’s hair, licking and tasting him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

Donovan’s chest tightened and his throat grew thick with emotion. He refused to allow the moment to be colored by his own grief over what he’d never had. What he’d never thought he could have.

Silver drew back