was hooking up with strangers, I usually didn’t go for guys that looked like they could toss me around—simply because I didn’t let just anyone do that. But when Priest manhandled me like this, it made me burn hot with desire. Because I trusted him—I knew he’d give me what I wanted, make it last and make it good, and I was more than willing to give up control to him.
I wasn’t just willing—I wanted to. I wanted to so fucking badly.
Priest popped the button on my jeans and wrenched them off me, then tossed them aside unceremoniously so I was in just my tight boxer-briefs. His rich blue gaze traveled over my body hungrily. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to do—but it wasn’t this.
He flipped me over, easy as anything, so I was flat on my belly on the bed. He gathered both of my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head. I gasped at the sensation—with his hand on my wrists, and his hips straddling mine, I was completely at his mercy. I shifted beneath him, tried to move my wrists, and I couldn’t.
I was pinned.
Something inside me released, and I shivered and sank deeply into the mattress, prone beneath him. Priest hummed again in approval, then leaned down and kissed my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.
“Gorgeous,” he said, in a voice so low it was nearly inaudible. “Look at you.”
“Fuck, that feels good,” I murmured.
Priest ran his free hand down my side to my hip. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of my boxer-briefs, and then snapped the elastic hard against my skin. I gasped at the sensation, squirmed, but I couldn’t move with the way Priest was still straddling me.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” Priest admitted. He circled his palm on my hip where he’d snapped the waistband, soothing the sting.
“Like how?” I encouraged. “Tell me.”
“Thought about that huge fucking dildo you have,” Priest admitted. He snapped the elastic again, and I gasped. The edge of pain was so good, only heightening my anticipation.
“What was I doing with it?” I asked breathlessly. God, I’d been so embarrassed when he’d seen it, and the thought that he imagined me using it sent a thrill up my spine. A blend of shame and arousal raced through me—and the shame made the desire a little hotter. An unexpected but intoxicating blend.
“Want to see you fuck yourself with it,” Priest said. Then he brought his hand down on my ass, over my boxer-briefs—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make a sound. I gasped again and pressed my face into the pillow like I wanted to hide. God, it was so fucking good. “Work that toy into you while I blow you,” Priest continued. “Really make you lose your mind.”
“Oh, Christ,” I groaned. “Yeah, I want that.”
“Not this time, though,” Priest said, and spanked me again. “This time I want to fuck you.”
He released my wrists finally, but I kept them where they were. Priest was still straddling my thighs, just under my ass, and he kneaded my cheeks with both hands roughly.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned. “Yeah, come on, I want that, Priest, please.”
“God, I love it when you say please,” Priest said, low.
He shifted off my thighs and then grabbed my hips, hiking me up onto my knees, so I was propped on the mattress on my knees and elbows. The bed shifted and he disappeared for a moment—I kept my eyes closed, flushed with a blend of arousal and embarrassment at being arranged like this and then abandoned. Just waiting for him to come back and fuck me.
I heard him shucking off his jeans, and then rifling through my nightstand—he knew what I had in there. Fuck, that made me hot, too.
Then he was behind me, smoothing one hand down over my back. He wound that same arm around my waist and slid his hand down to grip my cock.
I cried out his name at the touch—the rough edge to it made my hips jerk and pulse. I was so fucking hard—I’d been hard since he’d pinned me to the wall. He gave me a few slow, dirty strokes, and my thighs quaked. I felt like I wasn’t even going to be able to hold myself up for long, I was already so overwhelmed.
“God, you have a perfect ass,” Priest murmured. He let go of my cock, and it hung hard and heavy, dripping precum onto the sheets