FIC: Pursuit, part 2
Rule number 6: Let them know they have lost.
Once inside, I quickly lock the door and shove him up against it before I crush my lips against his. I’m not being gentle or tender, I am claiming my prize and I feel and hear our teeth clashing together. It’s not pretty but it’s sexy and I moan in content when I feel that he doesn’t try and resist. He willingly opens his mouth and when my tongue enters, he plays along with the same force but he doesn’t try and gain control. Good boy. I suspect it’s just because he’s still not sure what is happening.
Without breaking off my attack on his mouth, I pull off his vest and push his top up to over his nipples so I can have free access to the areas I am interested in. Only all those damn necklaces are in the way and I pull away in annoyance.
“Get rid of those things!” I order as I flick my hand across all the beads and stones.
He doesn’t hesitate and pulls them over his head in a swift move, tossing them aside.
Now that I am no longer touching him, I step back and take in the sight before me. He looks sexy as hell, the way he’s standing there, his shoulders leaning against the door, pelvis thrust slightly forward, arms and hands pressed against the door along his sides, his top pushed up and revealing his stomach and nipples. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me but gives me a lustful look as he bites his lower lip. He looks like a whore. That sight alone makes it worth the five months wait.
“Unbuckle your belt.” It sounds like a simple command but really, it’s more of a test.
He immediately obeys and I wait to see what he will do next. I am extremely pleased when he has opened the belt buckle and brings his hands back against the door, where they were before. He did exactly as I told him and nothing more; I have found myself the perfect prey and I silently congratulate myself on my selection once more.
“Unzip.”
He brings his hands to his abdomen again and slowly unzips. He is still trying to tease me; his naivety makes me chuckle. Was that a vague flash of uncertainty I saw in his eyes? I do believe it was.
“Take off your pants.”
I watch him kick off his shoes before he hooks his thumbs in the sides of his tight jeans and wiggle out of them, kicking them to a side before he resumes his position against the door.
“Commando, huh?”
“Always,” he answers.
I let my eyes wander all over his body, careful not to let my face give away any indication of how pleased I am with what I’m seeing. His flat chest, wonderfully free of hair, the chiselled hip bones, the thin and yet muscular thighs. And his cock. He must keep it tucked in when he wears the tight jeans because I hadn’t thought that it would be this size. I feel my own cock stirring in my pants.
“Go sit over there” I indicate with my head towards the stone table with the inlaid sink. He saunters over there and carefully climbs up. I know the stone is cold - after all, it’s not my first time here - and I’m not surprised when he flinches as his ass hits the surface.
“Fuck! It’s cold! My ass!” he exclaims, but what do I care?
“Just get up there, or I’ll make sure to warm your backside,” I brush him off.
He leers at me: “Ooh, is that a promise?”
“No, kid. It’s a threat.” I love how the gravity of my voice wipes the smile off his face.
By now I have gotten my hard-on somewhat under control so I decide to give him a little treat. Rather than just lubing him up and getting what I have come for, I bend down and lick his inner thighs, earning myself a hiss. I continue licking, nibbling, and biting the area around his cock for a while until I feel his hand in my hair.
I abruptly stop what I’m doing and raise my body to look down on him. “Do. NOT. Do. That. Again.” I emphasise the words and I make sure my eyes help in driving the point home. He shies away just an inch and the look in his eyes tells me that he is beginning to realise that I’m not messing around. Doubt, hesitancy and maybe even a hint of fear. I told you I would get him down from his high horse, didn’t I?
“Do you want me to touch your cock?” I ask in a firm voice, completely devoid of humour and sexy undertones.
“Yea…” he gulps, “yes”
“Then ask me.”
I see how he’s struggling; I bet he has never had to ask for anything before. But he wants this and I know I can make him say it.
“What’s it gonna be?” I ask with my face close enough to his that our lips are practically touching and I can feel his ragged breathing on my skin. “Are you gonna ask me? Or do I really need to leave you here, like this? It would be a damned shame…” I whisper.
“No, no, it’s…. it’s just…. shit….” Yes kid, the words don’t come easy. I stay silent and wait, wait until he realises that I mean it. “Touch… touch my cock… please?”
I don’t bother with a reply, I simply bend down and continue but this time I am kind. While my tongue is licking his thigh, I use my hand to gently grab a hold of him and his moan fills the room. I slowly stroke him, using his precum for lubrication, and I feel him grow harder.
When he starts bucking his hips forward I finally give him what he wants and take him in my mouth. Oh the sweet joy. I only give head on the rare occasions but I do actually enjoy it. Tonight is no exception. He tastes lovely and the musky smell of his crotch thrill me; I feel my pants getting tighter around my cock once more.
I sense his hands hovering above my head a few times but he doesn’t touch me and I feel satisfied that he doesn’t dare try again.
For quite some time I work on him with the exciting sounds of his mouth as a musical backdrop; continuously changing between sucking, stroking, licking and kissing all over his cock and balls, until the tightening of his balls lets me know that he’s close. Then I stop. He moans loudly in despair but that makes no difference; if anything it just turns me on even more.
I take a step back and start opening my pants - my turn to get some attention. Seeing how he can’t keep his eyes off of my crotch sends shivers down my spine, and the way he licks his lips… divine. I know that no matter what I want, he will give it; he’s too far gone in his lust.
I stand with my back against the wall and finally free my cock from the tight confines of my pants, pulling them down just enough to get it out. His eyes dilate at the sight and he quickly looks up into my eyes before looking down again. Yes boy, take a good look.
“Get down and crawl over here” I order and he scoots down from the table, standing before the sink for a moment as if he’s not sure what to do; as if my order wasn’t clear. I am not in the mood for waiting anymore so I clear my throat to let him know I’m waiting. He glances at me before getting down on his hands and knees.
I watch him crawl the short distance until he is right in front of me before he gets up on his knees and looks up at me. I take a grip of his hair and lead his head to where I want him - not that there would be any doubt.
He tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks along the slit, causing me to groan deeply. When he slowly takes me further into his mouth and I feel myself being engulfed in his soft, warm mouth, I almost lose it.
It doesn’t take him long to get used to the situation and shortly after he is sucking and licking away, bringing me still closer to an orgasm. When he reaches up and begins to fondle my balls I can’t hold it anymore; I start fucking his mouth furiously and hearing how he’s gagging brings me over the edge. I cum hard with a solid grip on his hair, forcing him to swallow it.
When my breathing has calmed down I release my hold and push him away a little. I feel him looking up at me, probably wondering if he should get up. I know his knees have got to be hurting by now, after sitting on the hard floor for a good ten minutes but I’m not ready for him to get up yet so I ignore him completely.
Eventually I move to stand behind him. He begins to shift around a little, as if planning on getting up but I stop him with a yank in his hair, keeping him looking straight into the wall. I know it’s hard for him to get used to the idea of not being in control but this is nevertheless MY game and he better play according to my rules.
“Tell me, what do you want, kid?” I quietly ask him.
“I want you to stop calling me kid, for one” is his immediate reply and I can’t help but laugh at his stubborn pride. Really, he’s no kid, maybe 23, 24, but he’s still a few years younger than me.
“You should laugh more often.”
“Wha - what?” His statement takes me completely by surprise and I don’t like it. I tighten my grip on his hair.
“Yeah, you have one of those deep, raspy, sexy laughs; it’s a shame you don’t laugh more,” he continues.
“Is that so, huh? Well, kid, if I were you I would worry less about my laugh and more about telling me what you want to happen now. Otherwise I will just have to decide for you.” I hiss in his ear
“Something tells me you will decide no matter what” he hisses back. Feisty, I like it.
“The more you piss about like that, the less time you will have to tell me what you want” I inform him as I reach down and twist a nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles. I hear him but that’s not good enough for me. He needs to realise that begging for it is the only way he’s gonna get what he so obviously wants; his stiff and leaking hard-on is all the evidence needed.
“What did you say, kid? Speak up!” I roughly pull his head backwards, exposing the soft skin on his throat.
Now he turns his head in spite of my hold of his hair, and almost yells at me in frustration and shame: “I want you to fuck me, okay!”
Thank you; that was all I wanted. Without a word I pull him up and slam him against the wall, face first. I let my hands roam wildly over his body as I get down on my knees and roughly spread his legs. I don’t waste a second before my tongue enters him and much like I anticipated, he doesn’t offer any resistance; in fact he even reaches back and spreads his cheeks himself, giving me better access.
“Oh GOD!” he moans with his face pressed against the tiled wall; if I were to look up from where I’m currently occupied, I’m sure it would be a beautiful sight.
I tease him with my mouth, licking his crack, circling around the tight hole, sometimes just poking him, other times shoving my tongue in with no warning. And all the time he is moaning and hissing and mumbling the most obscene words.
When I remove my tongue completely, he lets out an agonising guttural cry that he probably didn’t even know he was capable of making.
I stand up and roughly turn his head by his hair, making him look at me over his shoulder. He’s panting like a bitch and his eyes are dark with lust. Again I crash my mouth against his; if he can have me rim him then he can also kiss me immediately afterwards.
While I keep him engaged in the kiss, I reach in my pocket and pull out a condom. I hold it before his eyes and pull away to ask: “Are you ready, kid?”
“Fuck yes! Just get on with it!” he gasps.
It doesn’t take me many moments to get the condom on and I push him against the wall again while positioning myself behind him. If he thought I was gonna be gentle, he was wrong. I ram my cock in to the hilt in one swift move and he goes rigid like a tent peg.
“What the fuck?!” he screams and tries to get away from me.
I press him firmly against the wall and I can’t keep the arrogance from my voice when I mumble: “I thought you said you were ready?”
His shocked screams have calmed down when he answers me with a whimper. “It fucking hurts!”
“Just relax, okay? You’re no virgin, you know how this works. You’ll get used to it.” To distract him from his ass I start stroking him. I know he’s in pain, of course he is. Even if I have prepared him with my tongue, it’s still nothing compared to being filled in one go like this.
I have to control myself but I manage to not move at all until I can feel that he has relaxed completely around me. Then I start fucking him like I have wanted to for so long, searching out his prostate while doing so.
“Fuck YES!” he shouts when I hit it and I make sure to brush it with every thrust. After all, I’m not mean; I want this to be good for him too. Okay, maybe I’m a little mean. I’m not doing it out of the kindness of my heart, no, I’m making sure this is the fuck of his life so that when it’s done he is gonna want more. And more. And more. And he won’t get it.
“Oh yes, like that… fuck… harder… yes…” He’s panting hard and I know he’s close.
“You like this, don’t you?” I groan in his ear.
“Yes!”
“You like being fucked like this, just taking it rough, huh? You like having to beg for it? Don’t you?”
“Oh yes, yes, I like it… fuck… more…”
I can ask him anything right now and he will agree. Did you ever doubt I would break him? I didn’t.
I pick up the pace and it doesn’t take long before I’m not holding back anymore; I pull out and ram into him again and again as hard as I can, gripping his hips to keep balance, and he eagerly pushes back against me. The sound of our bodies colliding almost echoes in the room and I know I can’t postpone my orgasm much longer.
I reach around and start stroking him furiously again and that does it for him; with a loud howl he shoots cum all over the wall in front of him and I feel it coating my hand. I am so close now; it’s just a matter of seconds. When he grabs my sperm-covered hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean, I can’t hold it any more and I let go. The orgasm makes me black out for a moment or two and if I hadn’t been using him for support, I would have fallen to the floor.
Rule number 7: Take what you need and leave the rest for the scavengers.
“Oh fuck… oh my god… oh shit…” he’s mumbling to himself as he’s slowly getting back to normal. I’m panting so hard I couldn’t even answer him if I had wanted to.
“Oh man… that was intense…fuck… so worth the wait…” Why does he have to talk that much? I need a few moments to recover from the intensity of the orgasm, allowing my heartbeat to slow down. For five months I have been planning this. There is of course always a risk that someone doesn’t live up to my expectations but this guy… this beautiful kid in front of me more than delivered. It’s almost a shame to dismiss him.
When I go soft, I pull out of him and feel the condom slip off of me and land on the floor between my feet with a wet sound.
Still pressed against the wall, he manages to turn so we’re facing each other. He removes his sweaty hair from his eyes and looks at me with a very intense stare.
“That was the best sex I have ever had.”
“I know.” Why be humble?
“Thank you,” he mumbles before leaning in to kiss me again. I allow it though I wouldn’t normally. After all, he was every bit as great as I had made him out to be in my fantasies, he deserves a little reward. I lazily kiss him back, just letting my tongue slowly explore his mouth; it’s nice.
After a few minutes he breaks it off.
“Phew!” he smiles, “I think I could get addicted to that!”
I just chuckle to myself. Sad fool doesn’t know that he already is.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Why did you pursue me for so long when I kept turning you down?”
“Because I wanted you and I never give up.” It’s one version of the truth.
“You made me feel special, you know? The way you kept trying and trying… I couldn’t help but be intrigued by you…” The only reason I don’t interrupt his jabbering is because he’s playing with my nipples as he’s talking.
“In fact…,” he goes on a little hesitant, giving me an almost bashful look. “I think… that maybe… I could even… fall in love with you.” He looks up at me with his pretty eyes, silently begging me to welcome his offer. I snort.
“Then you are more stupid that I thought.” I pull away and start tucking my cock back into my pants. “You better put some clothes back on, you know,” I tell him as I indicate towards his jeans on the floor. “Maybe other people want to use the room as well.”
I go to the mirror and check my appearances; wiping the small beads of sweat off of my forehead, making sure the eyeliner isn’t smeared beyond its intention, fixing my hair. I watch him in the mirror, out the corner of my eyes, as he starts getting dressed again.
“Do you even know my name?” he asks after a short silence.
“No.” It’s a lie but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Do you want to know?”
“No.” I see how his lips have become just a thin line in his face and how he’s pulling on his clothes with angry movements.
“I see,” he snaps. “And even if I were to tell you, you wouldn’t remember it, right?” He’s forcing the words out through clenched teeth.
“Right.” With a sigh I turn to look at him. “Look kid,-“ His head jerks up and he fixes his stare on me and I can practically see the daggers flying from his eyes at my use of the k-word. I throw up my hands in surrender. “Okay, I’m not gonna call you kid again, alright?” He slowly nods his head in agreement but the fire never leaves his eyes.
“Look, you were a great fuck, ‘kay? One of my best, as a matter of fact. But that’s all there is to it - it was a fuck, nothing more.” Except the sweet thrill of the hunt itself but he won’t understand that anyway.
“So you spend five months trying to charm my pants off, wait for me to beg for it, fuck me once and then that’s it?” I pretend I don’t hear the bitterness and the accusations in his question.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” I shrug. “So, you ready?” I ask as I unlock the door.
He quickly collects his necklaces before pushing me aside and storming out into the club again.
I chuckle to myself as I follow him; man, was it worth it!
Back out in the club I scan the room for him and spot his pink top over by the table he shared with his friends. It looks as if he’s looking for something and I get my answer when I see him pull his coat from the pile before he heads towards the exit.
He is out so quickly that I hardly register what’s going on. When I realise that he has in fact left the club I can’t help the grin spreading on my face. I broke him yeah; I broke him good. I take a seat by the bar and order another beer.
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Someone's going home alone again tonight.
A quiet drive back
To a cold house down the road.
With nobody left to fight,
And no one to hold you tight.
Someone's going home alone again tonight.
Oh, and one more thing: Rule number 8: Don’t ever feel bad.