Theo’s cock pulses in my palm at my words, growing even harder. I slow my pace inside him, focusing on the weight of him in my hand. I’ve become obsessed with making him fall apart this way, learning exactly how much pressure he likes, the slight twist at the head that makes his thighs tremble.
“You know what else I think about?” Theo pants, eyes locked on mine.
I know exactly what he’s suggesting. It’s been an unspoken thing between us—how I’ve explored every part of his body but still haven’t let him inside me that way. The thought sends equal parts terror and arousal through me.
“Not tonight,” I manage, increasing the speed of my strokes instead, watching his eyes roll back. “Let me just feel you like this.”
I lean down to capture his mouth, silencing whatever he might say next. My hand never stops working his cock, loving the power of bringing him pleasure this way.
Truth is, I’ve thought about it. A lot. How could I not?
For a smaller guy, Theo is fucking huge. Thick and heavy in my hand, at least eight inches to my eleven. Every time I stroke him, wrap my mouth around him, feel him pulse against my tongue, I wonder what it would feel like to take him inside me. The thought makes my dick twitch and my balls ache with a deep, bone-level need I never knew I had before him.
I’ve watched how he comes apart when I’m inside him. The way his eyes roll back, how his whole body tenses then surrenders. The sounds he makes—half pain, half pleasure—when I stretch him open. I wonder if I’d make those same sounds for him.
It terrifies me. Not the pain—I’ve had worse. Not even what it might mean about who I am. That ship sailed months ago.
What scares me is how much I want it.
His cock throbs in my hand now as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. I can’t help imagining our positions reversed—his weight above me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes inside, claiming me the way I’ve claimed him countless times.
The image is so vivid, so fucking hot that I have to fight to maintain control. My rhythm falters as heat pools low in my spine, threatening to push me over the edge too quickly.
“I know what you’re thinking about,” Theo whispers, his voice rough with need. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“Fuck, you’re missing out,” Theo pants, his eyes heavy-lidded but challenging as I continue to work my hand over his cock. “You have no idea what you’re denying yourself.”
I tighten my grip around his shaft, trying to shut him up, but Theo just smirks through his pleasure.
“Think about it,” he continues, his voice dropping to that low, hypnotic rhythm that always gets under my skin. “How good it feels when I come apart on your cock? That’s what you’d feel with me inside you.”
My rhythm falters for a second before I recover, driving deeper into him.
“You think about it,” he says, clenching around me deliberately. “I see it in your eyes when you watch me take you. When your fingers brush against my spot and feel how it pulses.”
“Shut up,” I growl, but my cock betrays me, throbbing inside him at his words.
Theo reaches up, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Your body wants it. Every time you fuck me, you wonder what it would be like to surrender.”
I try to silence him with a brutal kiss, but he turns his face at the last second, lips brushing my ear instead.
“I’d make it so good for you,” he whispers. “Stretch you open slow until you’re begging for more. Find that spot inside you that would make you see stars.”
His words paint vivid pictures in my mind—his cock breaching me, his hands holding me down, that first burn of stretch.
“I’d fuck you so deep,” Theo continues, his body writhing beneath me even as his words take control. “Watch your face when I hit your prostate for the first time. Make you come harder than you ever have.”
My hips jerk involuntarily at the image, my control slipping.
“You’d love it,” he says, squeezing around my cock again. “Being filled. Being taken. Being mine.”
His words drive me crazy. The thought of surrendering to Theo—letting him inside me—sends a surge of heat through my body that I can’t control. But instead of pulling back, I channel that energy into possessing him completely.
“Maybe someday,” I growl, voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “But tonight, you’re still taking all of me.”
I release his cock to grab his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while I hitch his leg higher with the other. The new angle lets me drive deeper, hitting that spot that makes him arch off the bed.
“Fuck, Victor—” he gasps, but I cut him off with a bruising kiss, my tongue claiming his mouth the way my cock claims his body.