The cuffs bit into Marcus’s wrists, leather warm from his own heat, pinning him to the iron headboard. “Don’t move,” Rafe growled, voice low and rough as gravel. He stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, black jeans slung low, the heavy bulge already straining the denim. Marcus’s cock twitched against his stomach, leaking steadily, and Rafe noticed. “Look at that greedy dick. Already dripping for what I’m about to do to you.”
Rafe climbed onto the mattress, knees planted on either side of Marcus’s spread thighs. He wrapped a callused hand around Marcus’s shaft and gave one slow, punishing stroke from root to tip, thumb smearing the slick pre-cum. Marcus hissed through his teeth. “Please.”
“Please what?” Rafe squeezed harder, just shy of painful. “Use your filthy mouth.”
“Fuck me. Use me. Make it hurt.”
A dark smile cut across Rafe’s face. He released Marcus’s cock and reached for the lube, flipping the cap with a snap. Two slick fingers pushed between Marcus’s cheeks without warning, rubbing over his hole in tight circles before shoving inside. Marcus arched, the stretch burning sweet and sharp. Rafe worked him open fast, scissoring, twisting, adding a third finger when Marcus started to rock down on them. “That’s it. Take it. You’re gonna take every inch of my cock like the hungry slut you are.”
When Rafe finally lined up and pressed the thick head against Marcus’s hole, he didn’t ease in. He drove forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the balls. Marcus cried out, body clenching around the invasion. Rafe didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm that made the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust punched the air from Marcus’s lungs. Sweat slicked their skin. Rafe’s fingers dug bruises into Marcus’s hips as he fucked him deeper, harder, the wet slap of flesh loud and obscene.
“Gonna fill this tight ass,” Rafe snarled, leaning down to bite the side of Marcus’s neck. “Pump you full until it leaks out around my cock.” Marcus could only moan, cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Rafe’s abs with every thrust. His orgasm built fast, pressure coiling low and hot. Rafe felt it. He reached between them and wrapped his fist around Marcus’s cock again, stroking in time with his hips.
“Come on it. Come while I wreck you.”
Marcus shattered with a hoarse shout, ropes of cum striping his chest and Rafe’s hand. His ass clamped down, pulsing, and Rafe groaned, hips stuttering. He buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding Marcus’s insides with hot pulses. For a moment they stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Rafe pulled out slowly, watching his cum trickle from Marcus’s stretched hole. He dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside. “Not done with you yet.”
Marcus shivered, already hardening again at the dark promise in Rafe’s voice. The night was just starting.
