CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262: CONTROL

Trevor’s hand was still wrapped around the silk tie, the fabric taut and unyielding as he pinned Lucas’s wrist to his chest. The other hand, though, was far less restrained. His fingers slid down Lucas’s spine, tracing the curve of his back with slow, calculated precision before dipping under the hem of his shorts. Lucas shifted, his breath catching sharply as Trevor’s fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin there.

Trevor chuckled, dark and predatory, and let his hand slip further. His fingers traced the curve of Lucas’s ass, teasing the edge of where fabric met skin. "You’re the one who started this," he reminded him, voice dripping with intent.

Lucas’s laugh was breathless, half defiance and half surrender. "I didn’t think you’d take it this far."

Trevor’s grip tightened on his thigh, fingers biting into flesh just hard enough to make Lucas gasp. "Liar," he said, the word heavy with accusation. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

Before Lucas could retort, Trevor’s hand shifted again, this time slipping beneath the fabric of his shorts entirely. His palm pressed flat against Lucas’s ass, the heat of his touch a stark contrast to the cool air on exposed skin. Lucas hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

"Careful," Trevor warned, though the tremor in his voice betrayed just how thin his control was stretched. "You’re not the one in charge here."

Lucas’s eyes darkened, a flicker of defiance sparking despite the way his body yielded to every touch. "Neither are you," he countered, his free hand gripping Trevor’s shoulder for balance as he shifted again, pressing himself into Trevor’s hand.

Trevor’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he fought to keep his composure. His hand moved again, shoving Lucas’s shorts down just enough to reveal the curve of his ass and the slickness already gathered between his thighs. Lucas jerked, a sharp sound escaping his throat as Trevor’s fingers brushed against him, tracing the sensitive skin there before sliding lower.

Trevor’s fingers lingered, not quite giving, not quite pulling away, the maddening hesitation intentional. His breath was hot against Lucas’s temple, steady only because he was holding himself there by sheer force of will.

"You push until I break," Trevor murmured, the words ghosting over Lucas’s skin like a promise. His thumb pressed harder against the curve of Lucas’s hip, keeping him trapped in place, every twitch of muscle a surrender Trevor could feel.

Lucas swallowed, the sound tight, his smirk faltering just enough to betray the shiver running down his spine. "Maybe I like it when you break."

Trevor’s laugh was low, sharp, and dragged from deep in his chest. "You’ll regret saying that." His hand shifted again, dragging the fabric down another inch, slow enough that Lucas felt every scrape of cloth against his skin.

"Fuck," Lucas breathed, his head falling back as Trevor’s fingers teased their way inside him, slow and gently, stretching him open inch by excruciating inch.

Trevor watched him, eyes dark and hungry as he worked Lucas open, every twist of his fingers drawing another shaky gasp from him. "Still feeling defiant?" he asked, his voice rough but laced with a smugness that made Lucas want to hit him, or kiss him. Maybe both.

Lucas didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Not when Trevor’s fingers were curling just right, brushing against that spot inside him that had stars dancing behind his eyelids. His grip on Trevor’s shoulder tightened, nails digging into flesh as he struggled to stay upright.

Trevor chuckled, low and dark, and added a second finger, the stretch making Lucas whimper. "That’s what I thought," he said, his voice a husky purr that sent heat spiraling through Lucas’s veins.

The silk tie around Lucas’s wrist shifted as he tried to move, the fabric tightening as Trevor used it to keep him steady.

"I get whatever I want," Trevor interrupted, his voice sharp and final. "Especially when you’re the one who started this."

Lucas opened his mouth to argue, but the words died on his lips as Trevor’s fingers twisted inside him again, hitting that spot that Lucas loved. His hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more, needing more, and Trevor let out a low growl of approval.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, earning a soft cry from Lucas, before wrapping his now-free hand around his throbbing length. The alpha stroked methodically, taking in every hitch of breath, every twitch of muscle beneath him.

Broken gasps filled the silence between them as each stroke brought them closer to oblivion.

Then Trevor shifted beneath him, physical bulk combined with raw power moving until they were flush together once more, and pushed inside without warning.

Lucas’ drawn-out groan echoed through the room.

Trevor’s thrusts were deep and unrelenting, each one drawing another choked sound from Lucas’s throat. His hips pounded forward, the rhythm merciless, as if he was determined to leave no part of his mate untouched. Lucas’s hands clawed at the silk tie still binding his wrist, the fabric biting into his skin as he tugged instinctively, but Trevor’s grip was unyielding. He was pinned, completely at Trevor’s mercy, and the thought sent a shiver of both fear and desire racing down his spine.

’Breathe,’ Lucas told himself, though it was nearly impossible with the way Trevor was filling him, stretching him open with every movement. His body arched, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as Trevor angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur and his toes curl. A broken moan spilled from Lucas’s lips, and Trevor’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

"Look at you," Trevor growled, his voice rough with arousal. "So fucking perfect like this. All mine."

Lucas’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he struggled to form words. "You... you’re such an asshole," he managed, though the tremor in his voice betrayed the pleasure coursing through him.

Trevor chuckled darkly, leaning down until his lips brushed against Lucas’s ear. His breath was hot, sending a wave of goosebumps across Lucas’s skin. "You started it," he murmured, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust that had Lucas crying out again.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, quick and uneven, mingling with the slick slap of skin against skin. Trevor’s hands roamed over Lucas’s body, tracing the lines of his muscles, squeezing his thighs, leaving marks that would linger long after this moment was over. Lucas’s skin burned under the touch, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Then Trevor’s hand moved higher, trailing up Lucas’s chest before coming to rest on his jaw. His thumb pressed against Lucas’s lower lip, demanding entry. Lucas hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes locking with Trevor’s, before parting his lips and letting Trevor slide his thumb inside. The taste of salt and sweat filled his mouth as Trevor pressed down gently, testing the limits of his control.

"Suck," Trevor commanded, his voice low and firm.

Lucas obeyed, his tongue swirling around the digit as he sucked lightly, his cheeks hollowing out. Trevor’s gaze darkened, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regained his rhythm. The combination of sensations, Trevor’s thumb in his mouth, his cock thrusting deep inside him, was overwhelming, and Lucas felt himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with need.

"Good boy," Trevor purred, the praise sending a jolt of heat straight to Lucas’s core. He pulled his thumb away slowly, dragging it along Lucas’s bottom lip before releasing it with a soft pop.

Lucas’s head fell back against the surface beneath him, his eyes fluttering shut as Trevor resumed his relentless pace. Every thrust was intentional, calculated to push Lucas further and further toward the brink. The pressure inside him built with each movement, coiling tight in his abdomen as pleasure threatened to consume him whole.

"I’m not done with you yet," Trevor warned, his voice rough with restraint. One hand gripped Lucas’s hip tightly, holding him in place, while the other slid down between them to wrap around Lucas’s throbbing length again. The touch was electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him that had his back arching off the bed.

"Trevor... fuck!" Lucas gasped, his voice breaking as Trevor began stroking him in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations were too much, his body trembling on the edge of release.

Trevor’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, his own control fraying as he pushed them both closer to the edge. His grip on Lucas’s hip tightened almost painfully, his thrusts growing more erratic as he lost himself in the feel of Lucas’s body around him. The sight of Lucas beneath him was enough to make him forget everything else.

"Come for me," Trevor demanded, his voice raw and desperate, his fingers tightening around Lucas’s cock.

Lucas’s entire body tensed, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he came. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, drowning out everything except the feel of Trevor’s body moving inside him, drawing out his climax until he was writhing and gasping for air.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Lucas, his own release tearing through him with brutal intensity. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his grip on Lucas’s hip and cock tightening as he came undone.