“I meditated this plan—just to have one glimpse of your face, a stare of surprise, perhaps, and pretended pleasure; afterwards settle my score with Hindley; and then prevent the law from doing execution on myself. Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind; but beware of meeting me with another aspect next time!” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
The words had already made me whimper, turning my legs in Jell-O. One of his hands entered below the disarrayed shirt, snaking around my naked hip. I cursed out, my head against the door, as I felt his other hand slithering to the front button of my jeans, undoing it, “Yeah, tell me to stop,” He sneered, “Tell me you need space.” He hadn't even started and my toes were curling. Moments later, he tugged the zipper down, pulling the material down, making it pool at my feet. Placing his head at the crook of my neck, he ran his tongue over the soft spot, kissing the area continuously, leaving bite marks all along the trail.
He darted his tongue out to ease the pain out of the abused spots, making me arch my back in pleasure. My asshole clenched, aching to feel him inside me. He was pressing me against the door, making sure I had no area to move, as he undid his trousers, unzipping them with a zap sound. Pressing my tied hands against my back with one of his own, I heard him retrieve a packet from shirt pocket. My groin twitched at the specific sound the foil made after being ripped open by his teeth. Oh god, that was a condom.
Trapped where I was, and face against the door, and hands tied at the back, I prepared my body for any rough move that might be headed the way. I had to try my best to stifle all moans and groans, because the door wasn't closed, it was just slammed shut, moreover, the music was down, and approximately a hundred people were sauntering about the condo, chatting, eating food, and drinking beer. I yelped out a little cry for help when I felt him guide himself inside me, the fit being very tight.
As suddenly as it was, he started moving without any warning. The first move came a harsh shove inside, slamming me up against the door. My stomach whimpered, completely bottoming out. My hips instinctively buckled reflexively to meet his, as he kept one hand wrapped around the tied wrists, preventing any movement. I closed my eyes painfully, feeling him go inside and come out of me with such increased pace. I bit my bottom lip down, in an attempt to stifle any moan or groan that might escape from my lips.
Placing his head at the crook of my neck again, he roughly captured my lips with his own, shoving his tongue inside, exploring every inch of my mouth. His slammed in me again, driving the breath out my lungs, my head hitting against the wooden door, giving out a cry, “Fuck, Alexander.” I moaned, kissing him back with all I had left, being pushed against the door after his rough moves. I felt him hit the spot, the pain morphing into white hot pleasure, my own shaft hardening at the incident.
“Louder.” He breathed against my ear, his voice shaky and ragged, as he buckled his hips forward, slamming me against the door once more. He entered into me, the warmth of his fly spreading out around my whole body, making the left side of my face hit the door again with a thud. Closing my eyes on impact, I felt him turn my face to the side, kissing me earnestly. My tongue wrapped around his own, tasting every bit of him, “Fuck, fuck, Alexander there, there, there!” His moves just got rougher, pinning me against the door restricting any movement from my side, as I hit the door again and again, my jaw going slack at the mere contemplation of his stamina. The soft material of his shirt rubbed against my skin in contrast to his rough, and sudden moves, making goosebumps to appear on my skin, “Alexander, fuck, please.”
“You're so beautiful, Tobias,” He commented, with his panted breaths, pushing his hips forward to meet mine, entering in me to hit the spot over and over again, “Fuck. Go harder, dammit,” I cursed under my breath, one part of my face aching because of receiving repetitive hits against the door, but I couldn’t care less. He leaned towards me, opening his mouth under me, “You’re mine,” He growled against my lips, tongue flicking over my own, earning a myriad of moans, “Say it.”
“I'm yours,” I gave in to the temptation, feeling my body quiver and shake under his stern, rough moves, still wanting more of it. His free hand found his way to my chin, clasping it firmly upwards, shoving himself inside me with all his strength, “Fuck me more, Alexander,” I screamed, the insides of my body melting against his own. He pressed his lips against mine, his body flushing with warmth and desire, slamming into me for however much time I requested him to. Finally, he had stopped because I told him I could take no more, and in the meanwhile, I believed that I had uttered his name like a bazillion times, over and over again. When we were finally done, I could move no more, and neither could I sit. The bottom part of my body had been sore, and I couldn’t even go home.
Presently, we were lying on the bed placed in Cole's room, when his arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me closer. I snuggled his chest, basking in the seductive scent of his cologne, pulling him in for a kiss. The satin sheets that were draped over us, swirled at my movement, wrinkling. He reluctantly opened his mouth under mine, a feeling of warm velvet pouring over our tongues, savoring the taste with all that we could.
Putting my hand around both sides of his face, I tossed my leg over his waist, shoving my tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan from the other guy, “No, no, not now. You wouldn’t be able to take it. We just stopped fucking like what? Fifteen minutes ago,” He chuckled at my attempt of tempting me into fucking him once more, grey eyes boring into mine. Paying to heed to him, I slid my hand below the sheets, taking him in my hand. He hissed under his breath, and I took the chance of tasting once more, tongue flicking over the deepest parts of his mouth.
The door flew open abruptly, as the host of the party entered, throwing us an incredulous expression, “What the fuck? You both fucked till the party ended and people were throwing me various kinds of looks, and now that I finally managed to put the sounds I've heard through out the entire night, out of my head, you both are getting started again? It has been less than fifteen fucking minutes that the sounds stopped,” He explained, throwing his hands in the air, while Alexander paid him no attention, and moved his head forward to deepen the kiss, “What in the fucking hell? I'm standing right here! Stop it, christ and let me sleep. Please.” He chuckled against my mouth, my hand stroking him from under the sheets, making him slightly shiver, “Oh come on, Cole. Don't be a spoilsport. Who even sleeps after a party?”