Chapter 1
Dima thought there was no better way to start the morning than pounding his frustratingly sexy boyfriend into his mattress and hearing his sweet moans fill the room in a passionate haze. He kissed the back of Emeric’s neck, laying a trail of light touches until he bit into the crook of his neck. Emeric cursed violently, pushing his ass back into Dima’s thick cock, enjoying the way it filled him in painful pleasure. He was overwhelmed and very vocal about it.
“Fuck! Harder, harder!” Emeric demanded, laying on his stomach as Dima pressed against him like a blanket. His hard body kept him still in a way that drove him crazy. Only with Dima would he give up control. And even then it was temporary. When Dima dominated him so completely, it drove him to the edge. The only time he would ever beg.
Dima grabbed his hair forcing his head back and sucking on the lobe his ear. Emeric moaned, his poor neglected cock twitching against the mattress. Dima knelt over him, sliding out of him until Emeric’s hole contracted against just the tip of his cock. Emeric cursed, desperate to be filled again but Dima held him so tightly, he hadn’t had a chance to move.
“Do you think I will give you what you want after you came in here, waking me up with the intention of fucking me?” Dima growled in his ear, nipping at his ear again. “I can say I followed through on that but probably not in the way you intended. Since how can I say no to your tight slutty hole? It’s just begging to be filled isn’t it?”
“You can turn around and fuck yourself with the size of your ego,” Emeric scathed, his hands digging into the bedding, buried with his own frustration. If he could turn around, Dima would see the glare on his face, even so he could feel the ire coming off Emeric in waves tempered only by his lust.
Dima chuckled. “You can’t lie to me. I can feel your hole clenching around me, begging for me to fuck you into oblivion.”
To prove his point, Dima slammed into him, hard enough that the sound of his balls hitting Emeric’s flesh battled with his curse of pleasure. “Now,” Dima said, keeping himself still inside of Emeric, his cock twitching at the tight warmth wrapped around him. “Are you going to beg or should I just leave you here and start my day? I don’t mind finishing in the shower. Or maybe if Kato hasn’t fallen asleep he would love a chance to suck my cock.”
“You fucking son of a bitch,” Emeric bit out, still arching against Dima when he plucked at his pretty perked nipples.
“Is that a yes? Because you know how much Kato loves to suck my thick cock while he fingers his slutty little hole. He would certainly beg me for the opportunity.”
At his words, Emeric moaned humping his poor leaking cock against the mattress before Dima stilled him. Just the thought of their boyfriend on his knees taking Dima’s massive cock drove Emeric wild.
“Please,” Emeric whispered. “Please fuck my slutty hole, Dim.”
“As you wish, princess,” Dima said with a clear smirk in his voice. Before Emeric could reply with some scathing remark, Dima moved.
Dima pounded into him, driving the very breath from his lungs, clearing every thought from his head. He moaned like a bitch in heat, rolling his hips and meeting every one of Dima’s thrusts. His pretty cries sounded like the purest type of music with the tempo of skin hitting skin. Gripping his hips so tightly, Emeric knew that Dima would leave bruises, but he enjoyed every second of it.
“Uh - god! Take it like the good little whore you are,” Dima groaned, feeling his balls tightened in anticipation. The tight warmth was almost too much to bear.
“Oh,” Emeric moaned. “Please let me come. I’m so close. God!”
Dima slammed into him so harshly his head nearly hit the head board, the pillows already scattered to the floor.
“Come now,” Dima ordered, thrusting into his twitching hole as he reached under him to stroke his cock, matching his harsh pace until he felt Emeric shudder against him. Wet warmth splattered against his hand as Emeric reached his climax.
Plunging into him so deeply, Dima quickly followed, filling him up to the brim, marking him for Emeric to remember who he belonged to. After which, he collapsed on top of Emeric’s prone body, both of them too boneless to move. They gasped for breath, coming down from their high, with Dima still buried inside of his spiteful lover.
When his heart rate came back under reins, Dima chuckled, kissing the back of Emeric’s neck. “I say you make a not a half bad alarm clock. Though if you ever come in here in the attempts to catch me off guard, I trust you know where it will lead you.”
“Do you mean as your bitch?” Emeric sighed when Dima moved off top of him, feeling the cum slip messily from his used hole.
Dima bit the crook of his neck, exciting a moaning gasp from Emeric. “Exactly so. It’s good for you to remember who’s in charge, especially when you seem to love to try to top from the bottom.”
Emeric laughed, tumbling over onto his back as Dima shifted off the bed. He gazed over his lover, the strong definition of his glorious body, knowing exactly the power held within it. His body ached wonderfully in reminder. Dima looked down at him, his cock lay soft against his thigh, still very much impressive even when unaroused.
Emeric looked over him, every inch of what belonged to him. “You say it like I don’t achieve exactly what I hope: the absolute pleasure of being dominated. Especially when its someone who knows so well how to bring about submission. I say I don’t have to try, you react exactly as I wish.”
From his towering height, Dima was a person who most had every right to fear. With two sleeves of tattoos and a well defined strength that showed he knew how to take care of his body, the way he stared down at Emeric, anyone else would cower. Emeric smiled up at him stretching his body across the mattress with a satisfying groan.
Dima’s eyes darkened, and he prowled forward, resting his hands on either side of Emeric’s head with only inches separated them. So close Emeric could smell the sex coming off of him, the thin sheen of sweat that still covered his body. Emeric caught his gaze, never faltering from beneath him, his ever present smirk highlighting his features.
“I’d be careful there, Em, before I give you exactly what you ask for, and you realize it isn’t at all what you expected,” Dima warned, closing the distance between them until their noses brushed each other and very lightly Dima brushed his mouth against Emeric’s. It wasn’t a kiss in the normal sense, a mere brushing of lips, sharing in the sensation of feeling.
They shared the same breath when Emeric licked the edges of Dima’s lip and Dima leaned back, raising a brow at Emeric who hummed in reply closing his eyes with that same smirk on his face.
“You should know by now, I’m always careful,” Emeric said with his eyes closed, looking very much relaxed and still very much naked. His lithe body spread across the bed like posing for a portrait of the title incubus.
Dima gazed over him, the cum that painted his stomach and the bite marks that marred down his neck to his perky little nipples. Desire rose in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching at the thought of mounting that tight, elegant body, but he knew without having to check the time, it was already past when he should have been up and out of bed.
