Alex's neck flexed as you wrapped your fingers in his long black hair and pulled, his eyes flashing with a combination of lust and aggression as you force his head back. You knew that it was only a facade; as soon as you were behind closed doors, he would be in his knees for you. He swallowed hard when you raised a brow at his changeling eyes, his Adam's apple pushing out against the strained muscle. You leaned forward, letting the tip of your tongue slip out to trace a hot wet line up the tendon of his neck. His pulse raced under it, blood flushing the skin of his throat. Alex grunted and tilted his head to the side, opening up a greater access to his throat for you.
"You think you deserve that, baby?" you whispered against his neck. Around you, the sounds of the club seemed distant, and you couldn't even recognise the songs any more. All you could think was about the precious boy you had melting between your arms.
"Y-yeah."
"Oh, yes?" you raised your head and looked at his blushing face. "After the little stunt you had put up with the bartender?"
No more than fifteen minutes ago, you had been trying to get a drink for your friends and you. The pub was crowded, everyone was pushing to get what they wanted and the blonde woman who was on duty only payed attention to some people. Mostly attractive men who held a flirty attitude with her. Like your boyfriend.
Worried by your absence, Alex had gone looking for you. He had seen the situation, evaluated it and, with a tricky smirk, called for the girl. She had been by your side in two seconds, showing her cleavage to you. Your cheeks had become red with anger and jealousy as your boyfriend played her game; he asked for the drinks with a cute smile, followed her lead and left her with her mouth hanging open when he gave you the drinks and kissed your lips. Still, he knew what he was getting himself into.
"Please" he almost whimpered. Your eyes narrowed and you yanked his hair back once more, being just a tiny bit of too rough.
Your legs were resting on his lap, while you embraced his shoulder with your arms. And it was the perfect position; because you could cover the bulge that was growing in your boyfriend's crotch.
"You've been such a bad boy, Alex" you purred, tracing his cheek with your hand. He looked at you with pleading eyes, knowing that you had absolute control over him. "I should make you stain your pants just like a teenage horny boy, right?"
You latched your lips with his neck and sucked a dark mark into the base of his throat, where it met his clavicle. He groaned as you pulled away, and looked around to make sure no one was looking your way.
"But I feel generous" you smile softly. "We're going home, okay, baby?"
"Thank God" he sighed, and let his head rest against the comfortable couch you were sitting it.
"Not so fast" you gripped his chin and made him look at you again. "Wait until we're somewhere quiet, I'm going to ruin you."
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He had never been so anxious in his life. Sitting on your couch, right where you had left him five minutes ago, with a painful boner and incredible naughty thoughts running through his mind. For a few months, your sex life had been... different. Neither of you were enjoying it to the fullest, until you pinned him down during a make out session and he became a bubbling mess. You taking control had been his hidden kink, he loved seeing you on the top of him; praising him, making him beg, teasing him.
The worst part was the waiting. Not knowing if there were going to be ropes, blindfold, vibrators. Whatever it was, he was ready for it. Your soft voice calling his name made him get up in a hurry and run towards your shared bedroom. He nearly knocked out two pots, but the sight was worthy. In his tight jeans, he could feel his cock hardening with interest.
