Obedient Bitch

Chapter 13: End of The Line

There were no words.

It wasn't slow, or gentle, or patient.

It was fast, brutal, and desperate. It was not driven by desire alone, it was a need. The two pairs of hands not only touched, but squeezed, scratched, and marked the skin. One of them gripped some strands of hair, while the other pair took possession of the bountiful buttocks inside the baggy shorts. Mouths engaged so tightly, it hurt; and tongues practically fought for territory. Lips were bitten, sucked, licked; bodies walked down the aisle together, with clothes as the only obstacle.

The shorter one was pushed against the door of the taller one's room, having his mouth devoured by him. His back squeaked as it met the doorknob, but pain was the last thing he thought of as he had one of his legs raised to wrap around Vegas' waist. The way the eldest pushed himself between his legs, rubbing their erections together was enough to drive him crazy.

Vegas fucked him over his clothes. The firm strokes caused their bodies to move in an erotic, uncontrolled dance, as if they were both nothing but maniacs. The pressure on Pete's lungs was so strong that when the man released his lips, it felt like a castaway finally reaching the surface of the sea and drawing his first breath after minutes of drowning. But the lips remained close, the breaths intermingling and the hoarse moans being emitted each time Vegas pushed his hips against Pete.

He wanted to say. And that's what he expressed as he sank his fingers into the back of the man's neck, pulling him to himself. Vegas' teeth closed on his jaw, and then lower, and on the curve of his shoulder. The saucy tongue licked Pete's skin, as if tasting him, and the full lips created suctions, which would later acquire a red or dark purple coloration. The boy just let his head fall back against the wood of the door, giving him full access. Pete rolled over in Vegas' grip, who growled against his ear, like an animal.

That was it. They were two animals. There was nothing of Pete and Vegas. They were pure carnal instinct.

When the boy brought his hip to meet the man's, it was as if they were both made to fit together, as perfectly as possible, like in a jigsaw puzzle. They looked at the joining of their bodies, their foreheads glued together, as spectators of what they were doing. At the erections pressed against each other, improperly, dirty, and yet wonderful. Vegas licked his lips, and Pete opened his mouth, giving himself away. He was lifted off the ground so quickly, he gasped as he wrapped his thighs around the man's waist. Their hungry mouths soon met once more, clamoring, tasting, risking more than there was to be risked.

The door was opened, but not closed. It was not necessary. No one else was there, and even if they were, they wouldn't care, because it wasn't about sex anymore. It was about possession. They were marking territory on each other, with saliva and perfume and sweat, even if they didn't know why. Even if, deep down, it was a mistake. The biggest mistake they had ever made together.

The boy's feet touched the floor again, but his body was still pulled against Vegas', who sucked on his Adam's apple and slipped his hands under his shorts, squeezing the buttocks of the boy who rubbed himself like crazy against the muscular thigh between his legs. He was pushed on the bed, and had his undergarments quickly discarded in some corner of the room. Vegas' hands were like iron against him, as he manhandled him like a doll, and made him lie against his own belly. His ass was pulled up, his cheeks pulled apart, and then his tongue touched there.

Pete did nothing but moan. He curved his spine further, presenting himself to Vegas as an offering, begging for more. No words, just body and need. The man sucked him eagerly, purring against the hole where he stuck his own tongue like a wild feline. But even that was done briefly, for the sole purpose of preparing Pete for what was to come next. When Vegas walked away, the youngest did not look back, and just waited for what he wanted so badly. He laid his entire body down on the mattress, lifting his buttocks high and spreading his legs apart so that there would be no doubt that he was ready.