Hurts So Good

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Trey led me by the hand into his bedroom. I was probably holding on too tightly, but the nerves were waging war in my gut. Anticipation and excitement were there, too, and I wanted this. But I was also a little bit scared.

Trey shut the door, then cupped my face in his hands and looked down into my eyes. “I’m not going to push too much this time,” he assured me, and the softness in his voice made my stomach flip. I also really liked that he said “this time” as though there would definitely be more. “But I will push you. I need to know I have your consent for this.”

“Yes, sir. But—” I cut myself off, not sure what I was allowed to ask.

His face melted into a smile, and even though it was full of reassurance, I saw the heat in his gaze. “Say whatever you need to.”

I nodded, though I could barely move my head within his hold. I licked my lips and swallowed before I could speak. “Will you tell me what’s going to happen?”

Trey’s mouth quirked up in a half grin, wicked and full of heat. “Some of it, yes. But you can stop this at any time. You’re putting your trust in me to dominate you, and I don’t take that responsibility lightly. But I’m also trusting you to let me know if I go too far. We don’t know each other that well yet, so I need to know you’ll tell me if it’s too much, all right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good cub. Say ‘red’ if you need things to stop immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need to slow down or take a break or talk about something. Sound good?”

So very good. I needed him to take control, but it was so good to hear that I had a way of stopping it if I couldn’t handle it. And that was probably my biggest worry. That I thought I wanted and needed this, but that I was really too weak to accept it.

I realized he was waiting for an answer when he raised a brow, and quickly blurted, “Yes, sir.”

He petted my head with one hand, then stroked my short beard. He gripped the hairs on my chin and tugged, and the bite of pain, subtle though it was, made my knees shake.

“Good cub,” he repeated, and dear gods did I love hearing that from him. It filled me with a sense of warmth, that praise. “Take off your clothes, fold them, and place them on top of the dresser.”

My hands shook as he stepped back, giving me room to do as he instructed. Trey sat on the edge of the bed, knees spread, and never took his gaze off me as I undressed. I couldn’t look at him, and I wasn’t particularly graceful or provocative as I removed my clothes. I folded each piece as I removed it and set it on the long, low dresser that was the same dark wood as his headboard. Finally, I was down to just my boxers, and I had to take a deep breath before I pushed them off my hips. I was only half hard, and I had to fight the urge to cover myself with my hands when I was done. But somehow I didn’t think he’d like that, so I just stood there, shivering, and stared at a spot past his left shoulder.

“Oh, look at how beautiful you are, cub.” His voice held a reverence I didn’t feel I deserved.

“Too skinny,” I muttered, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Do not contradict me,” he barked, and I dropped my gaze to my feet, shoulders sagging. “If I say you’re beautiful, you are.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.

“Come kneel right here.” Trey pointed to the spot between his spread legs. I moved, jerky and uncoordinated, but managed to do as he asked. On my knees, with my posture ramrod straight, my head came up to his belly. I had the insane urge to lay my head there, breath him in and feel his abs beneath my cheek, but I didn’t dare do anything he didn’t tell me to do.

“Look at me, cub.”

I lifted my gaze and sucked in a breath at the wicked gleam in his eye. But it wasn’t devious or harmful. It was all s*x and want and appreciation, and my heart started to pound as my blood surged. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat me.

“Before we go further, I need to know if you have any hard limits.”

I crinkled my brow. “Hard limits?”

Trey nodded. “Is there anything you absolutely are not comfortable with? We aren’t going too far today, but I need to know if there’s something you don’t want.”

Something in me calmed and settled. I knew some from my reading online, but I’d always been too scared of getting caught for me to look too much into it. And I couldn’t think of anything that I wouldn’t do for him, if he asked. Except…

“Please don’t touch my feet, sir.”

His eyes widened in surprised. “Your feet?”

“Yes. I…” I didn’t know how to say it, but I was really averse to having my feet touched. It made me uncomfortable and a little grossed out. I shuddered. “Please, sir. Anything ankle down is off limits. I don’t like it.”

“All right,” he said slowly. “Not a problem. Anything else?

“I—um. I don’t think so? But I can say ‘red’ or ‘yellow’ if you do something that doesn’t feel right, yeah?”

“Absolutely. Any time. And I will never, ever be upset with you for using your safe words. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” I blew out a relieved breath. Because there was one hundred percent truth in his words, I felt it down to my bones. And I’d been worrying about that. The little part in the back of my brain niggling that if I didn’t do what he asked, if I tried to stop it, he’d be mad. Or punish me. But I knew now he would listen and respect my wishes, and I settled further, knowing for sure this was what I wanted. Feeling more at peace, I straighten my posture again and waited for him to give me a command. To tell me to do something, anything. Trey sucked in a breath.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now, on your knees for me? I have half a mind to keep you there permanently. Always ready to suck my cock.” I licked my lips at his words, and his grin turned feral. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” It came out sounding more like a whimper, and I surprised myself, not even knowing I could sound like that. Judging by the groan he let out, Trey liked it. And that did more to make me comfortable than I expected.

“You like sucking c**k?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like to suck mine? I’m hard for you, seeing you on your knees, giving in to me. I want to f**k your mouth, see your pretty lips stretched wide, drool caught in your beard.”

It was my turn to groan, and my d**k got hard so fast, I actually hurt. I wanted to grab myself and alleviate the ache, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I nodded rapidly. “Yes. Please.”

“I love a boy who knows his manners. All right, then. You can put your mouth on me. Open my pants and take it out.”

I fumbled with his zipper, my fingers clumsy in my haste. But I got the jeans open, and his impressive bulge pressed against his black boxers. I was a little more careful as I found the opening and pulled his c**k through. It was long and thick, red and hard, and I swear I could see the thick vein on the side pulsing. He was really big, but then again, most shifters were larger than average. I knew there was no way I’d be able to fit that in my mouth.

As I stared, I watched a bead of precome bead at the tip. Trey had said I could put my mouth on him, so I leaned forward just enough to get my tongue on his head and gave a tiny lick. His flavor hit my tongue, and I moaned. He tasted so good. Bitter and salty, but with a hint of something I couldn’t name.

“Go on, cub. Do a good job, and I’ll give you a reward.”

It was all the permission I needed. I loved having a c**k in my mouth, and though I didn’t have a lot of experience, this was one thing I knew I was decently good at. I took the head into my mouth, sucking before running my tongue around the glans. With a little more effort, I pushed forward until the head hit the back of my throat, then pulled back slowly, sucking hard. After a moment, I lost myself in it, using every trick I could think of to bring him pleasure. My own d**k went ignored as I sucked and laved, licked and kissed, nuzzled and nipped. Trey’s sounds of pleasure filled me, letting me know I was doing well. I redoubled my efforts, and didn’t even realize I was making “yummy” noises until Trey cupped my head and pulled me off, and the sounds abruptly stopped.

“You are so good at that,” he praised, rubbing my swollen, abused lips with his fingertips. “Put your right hand on my thigh.”

Confused, I did as he asked, then licked his c**k again because, gods dammit, I wanted it back in my mouth. Trey chuckled.

“You really do like c**k, don’t you, cub? And I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to f**k your mouth, and if you need me to stop, you tap my thigh twice. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I sounded breathy, and I didn’t care.

Trey didn’t wait. He shoved himself into my mouth, a little harder than I was expecting, then pulled back. He did it again and again, and I tried my hardest to pleasure him with my tongue, to make the suction strong when he pulled back. Then he pushed in, fast and hard, and his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. He whispered, “Breathe in,” and I barely caught a breath through my nose before he shoved again and his c**k slipped down my throat, cutting off my air.

And he held me there.

I swallowed around him, milking his c**k, even as my lungs started to burn and my eyes watered. But I kept my gaze fixed on his, taking it because he wanted me to. Just as I was about to tap out—I really needed to breath—he pulled out and I gasped, my lungs desperate for oxygen and my throat a little sore.

“Again?”

I whimpered a long moan. Trey’s chuckle was dark, full of heat, and he f****d back in. Again and again, every time taking me to the limit of my breath-holding capacity. And I lost time, only focused on his c**k in my mouth and throat, swallowing and sucking. There was nothing but him and me, nothing but him in my mouth, and I was floating.

Trey’s hips jerked, lodging him just a bit more down my throat, and I choked as he pulled back. c*m hit my tongue and I fought to breathe and swallow as the rest of his orgasm landed on my lips and cheeks, catching and clumping in my beard. I would have sagged to the floor, spent and panting, if he hadn’t had such a firm hold on my head.

“Gods, cub. That was so good. You did so good for me.” He sounded as wrecked as I felt, and pride unfurled in my gut. I’d done that to him. He pulled me forward at the same time he bent down, and he took my mouth in a hard, fast, wholly possessive kiss. Our tongues tangled, danced, as he explored every part of my mouth. His c*m ground into my beard. That was going to be a pain to wash out, but I didn’t care.

Eventually he ended the kiss, then pressed his forehead to mine, panting just as hard as I was. When Trey tilted his head to look down, he let out a surprised sound. I followed his gaze, and saw my red, weeping d**k. If I’d had any coordination at all, I would have grabbed it. It would have taken me only a stroke or two before I orgasmed. But I didn’t, and part of me didn’t want to either.

“You didn’t come,” and the pride in his voice gave me a sense of peace that filled me with joy. “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t, but I’m glad. Because now I get to wring the c*m out of you. Up on the bed, cub.”

Trey had to help me. I wasn’t steady, after such a long time on my knees and the lack of oxygen. But that seemed to please Trey, so I didn’t mind. I landed face down, and groaned as my hard c**k made contact with the comforter. Trey gave another one of those dark chuckles, and slapped my ass. I yelped, but liked the feeling of the heat that spread across my cheek. I lifted my ass, silently asking for another.

“We’ll play with that another time, cub. On your back, knees bent and spread.” It took me a moment to comply, but when I managed it, I was rewarded with the sight of a naked Trey. He was honed and cut, muscled and toned, and I wanted to lick every inch of his body. He smirked at me as though he knew exactly what I was thinking. Maybe he did. But he didn’t say anything as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, then knelt on the bed between my spread thighs.

“You were so good, cub. So, so good. You took my c**k so beautifully. And I promised you a reward, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” My words were slurred, and my voice sounded f****d out, but I felt so good it didn’t matter.

Trey slathered his fingers in lube, then gently touched my hole. I hissed at the contact, not sure what I felt. I had never had anyone else inside there, and my own fingers had felt inadequate the few times I’d tried. But Trey was insistent. Gentle, but never ceasing, and one finger popped in. I groaned, then spread my knees wider to make room for him.

“So good. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Hands up, grab the headboard, and don’t move them.” His voice was low, barely more than a growl, and I shivered as it washed over me even as I did as he asked. I found the edge of the headboard and curled my fingers around it, holding on tightly. “You can come whenever you want. But you have to come from this. Just from my fingers inside you.”

I whined. I couldn’t help it. His words almost did more to inflame me than his finger. But when he added a second, that pinch of pain overrode my senses for a second, and I moaned a garbled scream.

I lost myself. I was no longer in my body. There was only Trey and his fingers and the inexorable stretch and press on my gland. I started babbling without even realizing it, moans and stuttered words falling from my lips. My body was taut as a harp string, and I widened my knees, wanting him deeper. Wanting more.

“Please, please, please,” I begged. “I need to come!”

“So come,” he said almost lazily and punctuated it with an extra-long, hard press against my gland.

I sobbed a cry. “Touch me!”

“I’m touching you,” he said and proved it by pushing in another finger. My hips jerked upward, and Trey’s hand followed, tugging on my rim before surging back in to rub incessantly. I cried out, but he didn’t relent. Just pressed, pressed, pressed.

“My d**k! Please, Alpha. Sir. Please touch my dick.”

“No. I love your manners, but no. You’ll come from this or not at all.”

Tears streamed down my face, and I had to squeeze the headboard even harder so I didn’t let go and take myself in hand. Then Trey grabbed the back of my right thigh, shoved it up and out, and his fingers, impossibly, slid in just a bit farther. He twisted his hand, incessantly rubbing my gland, then turned his fingers so the tips rested on my gland. I panted, but then he pushed, never letting off on the pressure.

“Let yourself go, cub. Come, Asher.” Trey used his thumb to push on my taint.

I screamed as I orgasmed, snot and tears running down my face, and blacked out.