Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (10 page)

That was exactly what Turi had been doing. He didn’t want his freedom. He had been making sure that Carmine had him locked securely in place. Turi wanted to belong to Carmine, in every sense of the word.

He was sick of running, tired of his father trying to force him into a mating he didn’t want. But Turi wanted this mating, desperately. Carmine was a male he would gladly surrender to.

Carmine moved over to his dresser and Turi couldn’t see what the man was doing. He craned his neck, but Carmine’s back was too broad to see around.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous about all of this. This was Turi’s first real sexual experience—aside from the fantastic blow job—and he wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

“I’m a very aggressive male in the bedroom, Turi.” Carmine was speaking, but still had his back to Turi. “But I want you to know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know,” Turi said with confidence.

When Carmine turned around to face him, Turi not only saw just how hard and ready Carmine was, he also saw something in the man’s hand. It looked like a cock. Turi was not worldly in the least bit when it came to sex and he wondered exactly what Carmine was going to do with that thing.

Wait, Carmine had more than one thing in his hand. Turi was trying to figure things out when Carmine approached the bed. He set the stuff down and then smoothed his hand up Turi’s inner thigh. “Are you ready to play,
mate
?”

Turi’s breath caught on that word. How long had he been waiting to hear Carmine use it?
Since first meeting the man.
He groaned as Carmine’s hand slid further up his thigh, and then he wanted to cry in frustration when his mate stopped just short of his balls.

“We are going to play light today, Turi.” Carmine’s fingers slid down his thighs until they reached Turi’s knees. “But I want you to know that I plan on playing very hard with you. Can you handle that?”

“How hard?” Turi asked as he spread his legs further apart, hoping like hell that Carmine got the hint. He wanted to be touched in all the intimate places on his body, but the man just kept grazing his fingers over Turi’s damn knees.

“Can you handle being whipped?”

Turi’s heart froze in his chest, images of Carmine beating him coming to mind. “Like a dog?”

Carmine gave him a half smirk as he shook his head. “Nothing like that. Pleasure would be my goal, Turi. I want to bring you lots of pleasure.”

Whipping and pleasure were not synonymous in Turi’s mind. One did not go with the other. But he knew he trusted Carmine. Licking his dry lips, Turi was panting hard as he stared into his mate’s eyes.

“Say the words for me,” Carmine said as his fingers began to trail back up Turi’s inner thigh. “Tell me this is something that you want.”

Turi’s back bowed when Carmine reached between his legs and circled his anus with wet fingers. His limbs were shaking as he fought for breath. His mate hadn’t breached him, but the anticipation was nearly maddening.

Turi wanted to cry out for Carmine to take him, but he couldn’t find his voice. Not when the powerful man was standing over him, café-brown eyes heavy with need. Carmine looked like he was still in control while Turi felt like his body wasn’t his own anymore. It belonged to his mate and Carmine seemed to be just getting started.

“I want this,” Turi said when his voice finally came back to him. “Please, I want this, Carmine.”

Turi bit down hard into his bottom lip when Carmine’s finger slipped inside of him. His backside burned and his chest ached. Realizing that he was holding his breath, Turi breathed out slowly.

Carmine moved until he was kneeling down by Turi’s feet, one hand resting on Turi’s knee. His mate’s cock was still hard as hell and his eyes were darker than before. “You like this?”

Words eluded him. Turi could only nod as his head hit the pillow, his body writhing in pure pleasure. His mate was twisting his finger and making Turi’s body feel things it had never felt before. His skin was tight, his heart was racing, and Turi was pretty damn sure he was going to fragment at any moment.

How could anyone handle so much pleasure?

“Ready for another?” Carmine asked, but didn’t wait for Turi to answer. He inserted another finger and Turi cried out as the most exquisite desire cascaded through him. He tried to lift his legs, but Carmine held them firmly in place with his other hand and his well-muscled chest.

Turi needed something, but he wasn’t sure what that something was. Carmine began to stroke his chest, hips, legs, and every other part of Turi as his fingers worked to stretch him.

“Carmine.” Turi whined the man’s name, licking his lips as his body continued to buzz, to hum to life. It was all so overwhelming. His mate was going slow, stoking the fires instead of igniting them like he had done in the living room.

“Another?”

Turi gasped loudly when Carmine pulled his hand back and then three fingers were inserted into his ass. His knees fell apart as did his body. Turi cried out as he came. He jerked, shuddered, and curled his fingers in, the cuffs preventing him from reaching out to touch his mate.

“Ride it through,” Carmine crooned. “Let it take you over.”

Turi was still jerking, still basking in his orgasm when he felt something blunt at his ass. He knew it wasn’t Carmine’s fingers. The object was too hard. He slammed his eyes closed and whimpered loudly when his ass was stretched wide.

In seconds, Carmine was at Turi’s side, lying next to him, kissing his jaw and whispering to him. “Enjoy this, Turi. I want to show you what real pleasure is all about.”

The object began to move inside of him, pulling out and then slipping back in. Turi yanked at his cuffs, the sensations becoming too much.

As if he could sense Turi’s desperation, Carmine slowed, the object slowing as well. He turned his head toward his mate and Carmine captured his lips. His free hand curled into Turi’s hair, gently pulling at the strands as Turi opened wide, Carmine exploring his mouth at a leisurely pace.

“We’re just getting warmed up,” Carmine said as he pulled his lips away. “I plan on playing with you for hours—with and without toys.”

Turi barely heard the man. He was rocking in time with the motion of the toy in his ass. He wanted to come again so freaking bad that he nearly begged Carmine to give him release. He was teetering at the edge, but he couldn’t fall over.

“Look at you,” Carmine said as his hand slid down Turi’s chest. “God, I can’t believe I was about to pass this up.”

“Carmine, I need…”

“I know, baby. And I’ll give you what you need. But all in good time.” His mate moved until he was hovering over Turi and then began to nibble at his shoulder. Turi wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Carmine was giving him sensory overload.

“I want this to be special, Turi. I want this to be a night you will never forget. I was a damn fool for pushing you away and I want to make it up to you, to show you just how important a mate is to me.”

“O–okay.” Turi barely got the one word out. He was panting so heavily that his throat was dry. All he wanted was release. He also wanted Carmine to claim him, to make Turi his forever—to know that he belonged to such a loving and caring man.

He had been treated like a leper by his father his entire life. His mother died when he was a small child. Turi never really had anyone to call his own, anyone to love him. He wanted Carmine to love him so badly that the thought of belonging to the man nearly brought him to tears.

Carmine licked a path from Turi’s shoulder to his nipple, his tongue laving at the tightened peak, making Turi shiver even more. The man knew what he was doing. Turi’s body was responding in ways he never thought possible.

When his mate twisted the toy in his ass, Turi cried out.

“That’s called your prostate,” Carmine said as he smiled devilishly at Turi. “But I like to call it your sweet spot.”

Sweet spot. Yeah. Okay. Whatever the man wanted to call it, Turi didn’t care. Just as long as he kept grazing over it, Turi was a very happy man. He spread his legs further as he tried to pull at his hands, but the cuffs kept them firmly in place.

“Still trying to get away from me?” Carmine asked, his tone teasing.

“No,” Turi said as he tried to moisten his mouth by licking his lips and swallowing. “I never want to be away from you.”

Carmine’s eyes sparkled at Turi’s confession. In that moment Turi knew that he loved Carmine deeply. Even though the guy was a prick at first, he had done everything to keep him safe. Now the man was doing everything to drive him crazy.

“And I never want you to leave my side,” Carmine confessed as he pulled the toy free. “I love that you belong to me, Turi. You are such a sweet and sexy man.”

Turi groaned when Carmine settled between his legs. He wanted Carmine to take him, to fuck him until he forgot what planet he lived on. He pulled at his hands harder, hearing the chain groan against the headboard.

Carmine ran his fingers over Turi’s thighs, teasing him as the man gave Turi a sexy smile. “You want to feel my cock in your ass, baby?”

“Yes.” Turi glanced down to see Carmine rubbing the head of his cock over Turi’s balls. He tilted his ass up higher, but Carmine didn’t move to slide inside of him. He ground his teeth, telling himself to be patient, but Turi was still teetering on the edge.

“Say you belong to me, Turi. Say you want me to dominate you.” Carmine swept the head over his sac once more.

“I belong to you, Carmine. Please, dominate me.” Turi would tell the guy anything he wanted to hear just as long as Carmine fucked him.

“Why do I have a feeling that you’ll only submit in the bedroom?” Carmine asked. “You seem a little too strong willed to submit to me in everything.”

“Everything?” Turi asked. He wasn’t so sure about that. Carmine was right. Turi may be passive right now, but he liked doing things on his own, being his own person. The bedroom was different. He liked Carmine ruling over him when it came to sex.

But everyday life?

Carmine chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

Turi gritted his teeth when Carmine moved closer, pushing Turi’s legs back until his knees nearly touched his chest. “You are going to be a handful.”

Whatever. He wished the man would stop talking and start fucking. He was so damn ready that a fork could be stuck in him.

“My mate,” Carmine whispered before the head of his cock entered Turi’s ass. Turi hissed as his head fell to the pillow, his body feeling stretched as Carmine inched his way in. He closed his eyes, braced his hands against the headboard, and pushed back.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck this cock.” One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Turi’s body to the hilt.

Carmine’s eyes were liquid night when Turi looked at him, so black Turi could see his reflection in the mirror smoothness of them. Carmine was so damn beautiful when he was aroused. Turi couldn’t believe he belonged to the man.

His mate clasped Turi’s slender shoulders from underneath and began to lift and lower him as Carmine’s thrusts increased in their intensity. Turi squirmed beneath Carmine, fighting for breath, his body damp with perspiration. He was bucking against Carmine, his head twisting against the sheets of the bed, arching desperately, begging now for release. His hands pulled at the cuffs, wanting to touch, but denied by the steel bracelets.

And then Carmine slowed, his hands trailing over Turi’s body. “You aren’t going to come that easily, love. I told you I was going to take my time.”

“But I want you to go faster.” Turi was damn near whining. He didn’t want Carmine to slow down.

Leaning forward, Carmine kissed Turi’s jaw. “But who is in control?”

Carmine gave a hard thrust after he asked his question.

“You are,” Turi groaned, forgetting what he had been complaining about. Carmine was so thick, the man’s cock stretched Turi wide. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around his mate’s waist, trying his best to get Carmine to go deeper inside of him.

His mate planted a hand on either side of Turi’s head and began to undulate his hips, his cock doing things to Turi that had him mewling in pleasure. He never wanted this night to end. He wanted Carmine to stay buried inside of him forever.

Turi yelped when Carmine reached under him and smacked his ass. His mate’s eyes turned darker as he smacked Turi’s ass again. Carmine was enjoying spanking Turi and Turi found that he was enjoying it just as much.

“Oh, hell,” Carmine groaned. “You like that.”

Turi hitched his ass higher, wanting to feel the sting once again. Instead, his mate’s strong fingers began to massage his abused flesh. Now Turi wasn’t sure if he wanted to beg Carmine to fuck him harder or smack his ass again.

“You are going to love what I have planned for you.”

“Planned?” Turi asked, barely able to string two thoughts together.

“Next time,” Carmine replied as he drove deeper into Turi, his cock moving faster. “I have very sensual plans for you, love.”

Turi wasn’t sure what the man was talking about, and right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted his body to explode once more. Feeling Carmine buried deep inside of him was pure nirvana.