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My laxness doesn’t escape his notice, and he subtly shifts me, lifting me so my toes are no longer on the ground, entirely held by Roan and the pressure of him against me and the glass.
“Did you have fun tonight?” His words brush against my ear, and I whimper, nodding, unable to summon a coherent verbal response. He chuckles softly—I can feel the vibrations ricochet through me, goosebumps exploding over my skin. My cock is desperate and needy in my shorts, pressed painfully hard against the barricade. A roll of Roan’s hips, his own dick now firmly lined up with my ass as I dangle in front of him, has me throbbing dangerously, leaking in my barely existent underwear.
I brace my hands against the metal railing lining the barricade. It’s cold against my palms, grounding me, keeping me frombecoming the mind-numbed puddle Roan’s hands are reducing me to. Pinned as I am, his hands are free to roam, drifting over my skin, teasing in tantalising strokes. One of his hands finds my nipple, and he takes it between his fingers, pinching it tight until I hiss at the pain, and then he releases it, and the rush of blood to my abused little nub has me groaning loud enough to wake the neighbours. Not that I care. Fuck them. They can watch as he takes me. They all can.
Lips sucking at my neck, branding me as his, Roan tortures my other nipple, pinching and pulling, before alternating back to the other, while images of him fucking me here on the balcony, where anybody could see his big body taking mine, using me, flood through my mind. A feral groan rips from my throat.
“What do you want, beautiful?” Roan kisses his way across the back of my neck to the other side to continue his ministrations there. “What do you need?”
“You, need you.”
Roan’s groan is positively feral, tearing his lips from my neck. My desperate hand gropes blindly behind me, reaching to pull him back to me. Groping wherever I can reach, my fingers bury themselves in his hair, loose from his bun now, tugging impatiently. But he doesn’t give me what I want, grinding his hips against my ass until the pressure of the glass against my leaking cock makes me hiss.
“You want me, is that it? Want me to fuck you here, on the balcony, where anyone can hear your cries? Hear youbeggingfor it?”
His mouth is back against me, whispering hot words against my ear. He licks along my neck, trailing his tongue against my skin until I shiver.
Without warning, he drops me so my feet are back on the ground, but my jelly legs are not prepared, and I stumble. Not too far though, it’s impossible, because Roan is right therebehind me, his big hands gripping my hips, massaging as he pulls at them, tugging me with him as he steps back, leaving me bent forward, ass pushed out, still braced on the cool metal of the barrier.
Those same hands leave my hips, groping their way across my ass, toying with the edges of the denim of my shorts, until one hand finally,finallyreaches around to cup my aching dick in a firm gripjust this sideof too much. I whimper pathetically at his touch, desperate for the friction.
He traces my length, down to where the head has escaped the confines of my underwear, breaking free of these fucking shorts, leaking onto my thigh. One fat finger glides over my head, collecting the pre-cum pooling there.
When he swipes that finger over my lips, pushing his way into my mouth so I can taste myself on him, my nonsense murmurings turn into a guttural groan, lightening hot lust bolting through my body.
“That’s right, baby, you want it, don’t you? Get my finger nice and wet for me.”
I suck on his finger like I want to suck his cock, swirling and massaging with my tongue, gathering saliva in my mouth to get it as soaked as I can. I chase it when he withdraws it from my lips, unashamedly seeking its return. Roan just chuckles, almost gloating. I think I can hear him mumbling something about being desperate, but I’m too far gone to care. Just a bundle of nerves and heat and wanting. How can I be mad when it’s true?
When his strong fingers deftly unbutton my shorts, shoving them down, fingers accidentally brushing the sensitive spots there, it drives me even closer to the edge.
“What is this?” His voice is filled with awe, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of the skimpy black g-string, fingers trailing the edges, until they dip into the crack of my ass.
It’s too much, if he doesn’t fuck menowI am going to come pathetically in my underwear. Sure, it’ll be one of the hottest orgasms of my life, but Ineedhim inside me. His fingers leave my crack, not even brushing against my hole to firmly grip my exposed ass cheeks, squeezing them in rough circles, so the night air brushes against me instead of him. Horny frustration overwhelms me until I just can’t take it anymore. How the fuck can he be so patient when I am climbing the walls with need?
“Roan, fuck me, or I swear to the Gods I will do it myself.” My threat would probably be a lot more impressive if I wasn’t panting like an animal in heat, humping myself against the air.
But he just laughs.Laughs!
“Patience, brat.”
A firm hand swats my ass, and I jump, squealing. My cock jumps too, throbbing in my tiny underwear. He’s teased me about spanking me before, and, even though I’ve never tried it, I’ve always thought it was kind of hot.
But my imagination had never quite captured the sting of his hand, the flush blooming on my ass, the way it sends shivers skittering all over my body. My eyes flutter shut with my groan while I rise to my toes, arching my back to taunt him to do it again. To mark me.
Roan doesn’t miss any details of my reaction, the air shifts behind me as the last threads of his control fray, and his magic seeps out around us. His presence feels bigger, his hands rougher as they squeeze the reddened flesh of my ass, toying with the string between my cheeks. There is a rough snorting breath behind me and I crane my head to take him in.
The light is dim here on the balcony, and the harsh shadows and silver moonlight only highlight the savagery in his gaze, his eyes almost black, laser focused on my ass -on my hole- as he rhythmically palms my cheeks.
Roan has completely given over to his berserker side now, feral, primal. His nostrils flare, as if scenting his prey, the raised veins marking his body as his body floods with power. His face is harsh, tight with focus, like a predator about to launch itself at its prey. And more than anything, I want him to consume me.
He drops to his knees with a thud, hands ripping the flimsy underwear from my body with such force I vaguely register the tear, but I am too focused on him and his breath on my skin, on the way the air around him is moving, flowing out like tendrils.
Through hooded eyes, I watch him lean forward, like slow motion, and when his bearded cheeks are nestled between my ass, I whimper, my upper body collapsing to hang from my hands, completely surrendered to him.
My cry echoes through the silent night when his tongue darts out to lave at my hole.
“Fuuuck!” I press my face into my bicep, trying to not shove my ass back into his face while he works me open with that magic tongue, licking and nibbling at my rim. His fingers nearly tear me apart as he spreads me for his feast, but they soothe where they dig. One hand stroking closer and closer to my hole and the other my aching cock.
