Page 91 of The Villain

TWENTY-FOUR

Cian

On the beach, I’d been fine with little touches. With the sound of Devlin’s laughter, and the sight of his copper hair ruffling in the wind. I’d been fine checking out his ass in those tiny swim shorts from a safe distance.

But all of that touching, and watching, and admiring caught up to me as we rode the elevator up to our room. Thankfully, we were alone, and I tugged Devlin’s half-naked body against mine, his back to my front. I skated my teeth over his shoulder, which was still a little pink despite my best efforts with the sunscreen. Then I licked at the freckles there. He smelled like sun and tasted like saltwater. I pressed my dick against the crease of his ass, and he shivered, his cock tenting the front of his shorts. I cupped the bulge possessively with my palm. “I need you.”

His chest shuddered as he placed one hand over mine, then he arched his back and moaned. The sound shot straight to my dick. I squeezed his shaft through his swim shorts, and he made a wheezing sound. I was about two seconds away from tearing ahole through my shorts when the elevator doors slid open with a ding.

I shoved Devlin out in front of me, and we stumbled to the door of our room. I then fumbled with my phone for an agonizing thirty seconds before I found the digital key. I was on him before the door had even shut behind us, spearing my tongue into his mouth as he arched his body against mine.

I gripped his hair, the texture coarse from all the saltwater and sand, and steered him toward the bed. Devlin immediately crawled onto the mattress and positioned himself on all fours, ass facing me, and his gaze met mine over his shoulder. I didn’t even have to say a word, and that made the beast inside me roar.

“It’s only been one day,” I said, prowling over to the bed. “And I’ve already got you trained to show me what I want.” I gripped the tight elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged them over the swell of his ass. His hole contracted as I pressed my thumb against it. “I didn’t even have to say a word. You couldn’t get on your knees for my cock fast enough.” I pulled it from my shorts and slapped the pierced tip against his hole. “This what you want?”

He tried to widen his legs, but his shorts had him trapped. He arched his back further, nearly bowing now. “Cian,” he whined.

“Beg me to breed you,” I growled as I reached for the lube.

He dropped his head to the mattress, face turned to the side. “Please,” he whimpered.

I poured a long stream of lube down his crack before pushing some against his hole with my fingers. “Please, what?”

He bucked and cried out when I entered him with two fingers. “Fuck!”

I’d already fucked him earlier today, and he still felt just as tight as the first time. I pulled my fingers out and smacked his ass once before gripping the reddened skin and squeezing. “Beg me.”

“Please,” he moaned. His hands fisted the sheets on either side of his head. “Pleasefuck me, Cian.”

“You want my cum in this hungry hole?”

“Y-yes. Fuck yes.”

I pressed a thumb against the puckered skin. “How hungry is it?”

“S-starving.”

“I better feed it then,” I said as I gripped my shaft and placed the head of my dick against his hole. “Stuff it nice and full.”

I slipped inside, past the first ring of muscle. And because Devlin couldn’t spread his legs, the fit was even tighter. He gasped and surged forward to try and escape the temporary discomfort, but I brought him right back onto the head of my dick with a firm grip on his thighs. Then I thrust inside even further.

“Fuck!” he hollered as he scrabbled at the sheets. “You feel like a goddamn baseball bat.”

“You’ll take it,” I growled, rolling my hips in shallow pulses as his body molded around mine.

And he did take it. Because Devlin was fucking made for me. I watched the moment pleasure took over as his expression went slack and his eyes got all hazy. The sight made me feel like a goddamn king. He pushed back against me, and his ass slapped my groin as he groaned. “Deeper. Please.”

I leaned over his body, one hand on his hip and the other between his shoulder blades. “You asked for it,” I warned. Then I pulled my hips back and slammed them forward like I had something to prove. Devlin let out a cry and turned his face into the mattress to muffle the sound. I pounded into him with deep, claiming strokes, desperate for my own release. Feral with the need to fill him with my cum.

I loved fucking him like this, taking him from behind. But I was addicted to watching his face as he came. So I pulled out andshoved him onto his back. Then I hauled his legs together over my right shoulder and slid back inside him. He screamed and shook like he’d been struck by lightning. His wet eyes rolled back in his head as his body jolted on the bed from the onslaught. Just seeing his face twisted in pleasure made my balls draw up tight. My brain went fuzzy. My hips stuttered. I ground my toes into the hotel carpet and raced toward the finish line, too far gone up to take my time now.

“Touch yourself,” I gritted out. “Come in your shorts. I want to see them soaked.”

His cock was still trapped inside his shorts, and he reached one hand down to jerk himself through the tight fabric. Devlin’s cries turned into breathless whimpers, and his whole body locked up the moment his orgasm hit. I wasn’t far behind, slamming into his ass, my cock like iron. I threw my head back, a hoarse shout scraping up my throat as I emptied myself inside of him.

I pitched forward and caught myself on both hands. Devlin’s legs slid from my shoulder as he slumped bonelessly on his side. My cock slipped from his hole, and I watched my cum dribble out to darken the waistband of his shorts and stain the sheets. I rolled Devlin onto his back, then I dropped to my knees beside the bed and drew his shorts off the rest of the way. He made a little sound of protest as I tossed them aside and tugged him to the edge of the mattress. But then I braced his spread thighs on my shoulders and licked over his swollen hole.

“Ohfuuuck.” He drew out the curse, and heard something thump on the bed. Maybe his fist. “Cian. Oh mygod.”