Victim of Love by Darien Cox Page B

as I relaxed back on the mattress, my gut quivering with heated anticipation. “You may.”
    Beck’s eyes stayed on my face as he peeled my shorts down. His usual smile absent, he wore that serious expression that turned me on and made me feel weak. Once he’d slipped the shorts off my feet and cast them aside, he slid his hands under my knees and climbed between my legs. Still with his eyes on mine, he crawled slowly up the mattress.
    When he lowered himself down, his sheathed cock made contact with mine, and his smile returned. “Where were we?”
    I inhaled his scent as his chest pressed down, a slight whiff of sweat in the mix now. The room was stuffy and hot with the shades drawn, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to sweat all over me. I wanted to drown in him. “You were kissing me,” I said. “And about to fuck me.”
    Beck’s fingers trailed down my side to my hip as he stared into my eyes. Lifting slightly, he positioned himself, and I felt the slick head of his cock against my entrance. “Slow,” he breathed against my lips. “You said you want me to fuck you slow.”
    I nodded, though the truth was at this point I didn’t care how he fucked me as long as he did it. But it appeared my request for slowness turned him on for some reason, so I kept the game going. “Slow,” I said. “Nice and slow.”
    His pupils dilated, and I felt his cock twitch at my words. Maybe this was what he wanted, my ‘sweetness’ and caution. I hoped that wasn’t what his whole virgin line of questioning was about, that he imagined me some pure, blushing, slightly younger innocent he had to treat with kid gloves. But if that’s what did it for him, I was willing to play along, and restrained my naughty desire to change the game and beg him to just bang the hell out of me.
    He took my lips in a bruising kiss as he breached my entrance. His tongue made me so dizzy with desire that I barely felt the burn as he pushed in deeper, slicked with lube and sliding easily. I lifted my hips and allowed him to have me, wincing just once as he filled me completely.
    Breaking the heated kiss, he stared down at me, but said nothing as he drew himself back out with excruciating slowness. I could feel each curve and ridge of his cock dragging against the wakening nerves of my prostate. “Like that?” he whispered.
    My eyebrows pinched together as I tried to think through my pleasure, his soft voice making my cock leak. “Yes,” I huffed out.
    He kissed me again, holding the sides of my face as he pushed into me, inch by agonizing inch. And again, he drew out just as slowly.
    It was driving me mad. Even madder when he disengaged from the kissing again and pinned me with a hard stare. “Slow enough?”
    I nodded.
    “You want more?”
    “Yes.”
    He began again with a press of hips and gentle, hesitant penetration. His cock glided over my prostate, so cautiously it made me clench and pant into his mouth as he kissed me, craving more even though the intensity of his decidedly careful ministrations was making me dizzy with arousal. He was still only halfway home when my hands slid over his sweaty back and tenderly cupped his firm ass, tugging him against me with a quick jerk.
    Beck’s lips tore from mine and he stared down at me, mouth open with a gasp. His wide grin appeared, and he huffed out another breath. “Someone’s breaking his own rules,” he said, and slowly drew himself out of me again. His arms trembled as he held it there, the head of his cock lingering at the crest of my entrance.
    Squeezing his ass tight, I tugged him into me again.
    Beck’s eyes closed as his arms gave out and he collapsed onto my body, the action pushing him deeper inside me, and I groaned, clenching around his cock. “You’re really asking for it, you know,” he whispered in my ear. “You trying to make me lose control?”
    “Maybe,” I said. “Do you want to lose control? Show me. Show me what you want.”
    Mouthing his way along my chin, he