Claimed Before Christmas

Asking for it

He’s asking for it and he knows it, I think to myself as I stare down at his pale, lean body. He should know better than to taunt me, which is what he’s done all day at the resort's gym.

The moonlight shines through the window, giving me a perfect view of him. Not that I need one. Julian is branded into my brain, just like everything else about him. To me he’s a pure obsession that seems to grow more and more every day on my nerves.

He's lying on his back, his legs are spread just enough to get a nice peek at what I’m going to claim.

My pulse thrums; I feel a heavy ache at my abdomen that won't subside.

Reaching down, I pull my c**k from the black gym shorts I've already strained against, the head of my c**k is already glistening. I need to sink into him as soon as possible to stop this hunger.

Why shouldn't I? He’s the reason for it.

Since he came stumbling into my life a little more than four days ago, Julian has been testing my limits.

Well, he’s about to learn what happens when you push a man too far.

I'm not one of those clumsy boys and cheeky girls he's used to from his gym classes or school.

I’ll take what I want, and he really needs to understand the difference between a boy and a man.

His chest rises and falls with soft breaths as he lies there sleeping, his lithe frame looking like a trap for a man’s will.

He has no clue of the predator standing over him. Maybe he thought he was safe because the resort is well guarded and his friends are sleeping next door.

I’m on him before he can react, one hand over his mouth, the other around his throat.

I can’t chance anyone catching me in the act.

His legs are already spread wider for me, and I feel his pulse pick up in his throat, but he doesn’t try to scream. My c**k is already rubbing against him, the heat between us turning me on even more.

He’s ready. No, he’s f*****g hard for me too.

I tighten my grip around his throat a little more, and I growl in his ear, my breath hitching, “Tell me I’m the only one you were dreaming about.”

The idea that he could’ve been thinking about someone else drives me f*****g nuts.

I didn’t know jealousy until he came into my life.

When I feel him nod in agreement, I release my hand around his throat and replace it with my mouth.

The need to leave a mark on him rides me hard. He moans into my hand, making me suck his skin harder.

Yeah, that will definitely leave a mark. Look at me, like some obsessed kid leaving a hickey, sneaking into his room at night.

I’d never marked a man in my life. I can’t wait to walk past him tomorrow and see it on display. Everyone will know he belongs to someone.

Using my free hand, I grip his hip, pulling him closer.

He’s eighteen, but the way he responds to me is more than I ever expected. I always thought he was into girls his age more, not until I saw him watching and reading gay stories.

His legs spread wider for me, begging me to take him.

I should slow down, make sure he's completely ready for me, but I can't.

I have no control left. It all left the second his phone rang after dinner tonight.

I had to stand there and listen to him take a call from that arrogant social TikToker, Croy, and agree to go to the party with him because, as he put it, “I don’t have anyone serious in my life right now and I broke up with my girlfriend a few days ago, that's why I came to the resort to unwind.”

I knew that lie was meant specifically for me.

He stood there with a smirk on his face, but his eyes were burning. They had been for the past three days.

It's like my body knows where it belongs. I slide home, thrusting to the hilt, feeling him clench around me. I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control, but he pushed me too far.

I’m afraid I’ll take him so hard he won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

I look down into his eyes.

Not even a trace of fear. Here I am, looming over him in the middle of the night, and I think I just played right into his hands.

Not that I can blame him. I had pushed him away during the day, but I think he thought I meant pushing him away for good.

I hadn’t. No, I was just trying to get my head back on straight before this mess we made crashed down around us.

“You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the second I saw you, and especially since I first claimed you on Saturday. Tell me you understand that.”

He nods his head again, removing my hand from his mouth.

I don’t give him the opportunity to speak because I know questions will pour from him.

I still don’t know what’s happening, or what is going to happen.

All I know is that he is mine. I take his mouth with mine. Slow and sweet, letting him know this is more than just getting off, that I’ve missed him, and that he has driven me to the edge. He soon takes over, clinging to me like he never wants to let go.

I feel him trying to move his hips, wanting me to move with him. I’m barely hanging on to my control, and it doesn’t help when he comes at me like he’s starved.

I release his mouth and flip us over, but before he can protest, I plunge back inside him.

“Take control. Show me exactly how much you want me.” I’ve never sought out a man’s attention before. I didn’t have to, but with him, I need it. I love seeing how much he wants me. It’s like an addiction. I feel like a puppy begging for a scrap.