Succession (24 page)

I go slowly, sliding my hands under his shirt to feel his skin, and I glance up at him as I do, smiling. I can’t tell if he likes it or if he’s just tolerating it, but I’m determined to make him enjoy it. I feel his chest and I smile as I place myself on top of him again. I straddle his hips, resting my ass just barely against his cock. I’m satisfied when I feel that he’s hard.

I slip his shirt over his head slowly, sensually, and the second it leaves his body I begin working over his chest and neck with my lips and teeth. I pay attention to the spots that make his cock hard and his breath quicken. He brings his arms up to touch me as well, and I begin to slide my body up and down his, feeling the friction between our skin. He pulls my head closer, demanding, but not too forceful, and he kisses me again, our mouths moving in time with our bodies.

It’s nice, relaxing even, and I’m glad I can share this with him. I snake my hand down his pants and find his cock, claiming it, holding back a laugh when I feel him jerk in surprise.

We continue for a while until we stop to breathe, and I look at Sy with a satisfied smile. “Do you like this?” I check.

“I do,” he answers, cupping my ass in his hands and kneading my skin. He knows exactly what I like by now.

Satisfied, I slither down his body, trailing my tongue across his stomach until I reach the top of his pants. I unfasten the button and pull the zipper down with my teeth, pleased when I hear him give a strangled sort of groan. His hands have trailed up my body as I slid down, and now they leave my back and go to his pants.

“Is this okay?” He pauses before pushing his own pants off.

It’s strangely hot to hear him asking permission; while I’ve grown used being asked permission before things are done to me, it’s rare that someone ask me permission to do something to their own body. I like it more than I thought I would.

“Yes,” I nod, a strange thrill going through me as I realize he’s waiting for my approval.

He slips his pants over his hips, and I take over and pull them off of his legs. Once he’s naked, I stroke and caress my way back up, teasing. I take my time, nibbling at his thighs, coming closer and closer to his cock as he gently pets my head. I touch him with my hands, caressing his balls, feeling around his ass, pleased when he rocks against my touch. I lean in and breathe warm air over his cock, feeling his hands form into fists against my neck. He isn’t pulling my hair, although I wouldn’t mind. I can tell he’s holding back.

“Sascha, you feel amazing.”

“So do you.” I like taking my time with him, teasing him. I continue until he starts to let desperate moans slip out, and then I take his cock into my mouth, swallowing him deep all at once as he gasps in surprise.

“Fuck, Sascha,” he mutters, rocking his hips gently.

I stay focused on my task, but his pleasure is contagious. I feel my body warming alongside his, my cock growing hard in anticipation.

I keep going for a while, and I’m getting really into it when I feel his hand pressing on my forehead, almost too gently to feel it. I pull off, looking up at him and appreciating the way his face is flushed.

“Can I…” he starts, pausing to catch a breath. “Sascha, I want to be inside of you.”

I smirk, because he’s always so polite about it, so gentle and careful. I want him to lose that control, to be rough and demanding and vulgar. I slide up his body, making sure that we have as much contact as possible. “Oh, do you?” I tease, grinding against him.

He sighs, lustful. “Yes,” he says, looking at me firmly, but still with a touch of restraint.

“Do you really?” I continue to torment him, thrusting my hips against his.

Sy goes quiet, looking away and stilling a little. I turn his face toward mine, feeling guilty when I notice the embarrassed expression. I lean in and kiss him, reigniting the friction between us, and hopefully apologizing.

But in case it didn’t work as an apology, I pull back and look at him sincerely. “Sorry,” I say softly. “I’m just playing. I really didn’t mean to make you…” I don’t even know what made him, but I didn’t want to.

Sy smiles, the trace of humiliation erased as though it was never there. “I’ll tell you about that another day,” he says softly, the faintest trace of bitterness in his voice at the memory I know nothing about. “But yes, right now I really do want to be inside of you. I want to feel you tight around me. I want to feel my cock deep inside of you, ramming you hard until you beg me for more. I do. But I don’t usually want to talk about it. I’d rather just do it.”

I kiss at his neck again. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please. I like to beg.”

“I won’t even make you beg,” Sy grins at me. “But I do plan to make you scream.”

The promise provokes a little whimper, the likes of which Sy would never make. I feel his hands on my waist, and I don’t fight as he lifts me off of him and sets me to the side. He flips me to my back and holds me down with one arm as he sits up and grabs at my cock with his other hand.

I make a strangled noise of pleasure as he jerks my cock, getting me even more turned on than I already was. Seconds later, he takes my cock into his mouth, sucking hard and firm and fast, bringing me almost to the point of coming before he stops. I lie panting, wanting more, and he doesn’t let me down. He slides two fingers into me easily. When and where he got lube, I’m not sure, but right now, everything seems to be moving too quickly to keep up. I thrust back against his fingers, riding them with my ass, wishing there was more.

“Sy,” I whimper, unable to make words happen.

His response is to add another finger inside, rocking and thrusting and stretching me efficiently. I can’t keep up, but I try, relaxing at the expert way he’s working my body, one hand working my ass, the other jerking my cock.

His fingers slip out one more time, and I don’t even have time to realize what’s happening before feeling his cock replace it, driving deep into me until I reach up and claw at his shoulders. I love the feeling of him over top of me. He’s still quiet, but he he’s smiling slightly. Every time he draws a sound from me his smile seems to grow wider in response. He grabs me firmly by the hips, holding me in place while he fucks me harder and harder.

His promise comes true, and I scream for him.

I want his hands back on my cock, because I want to come. He doesn’t grant me that, he just keeps fucking me, holding me still as he does. The torment is wonderful.

“Please let me come,” I finally give in and beg, half because I like begging, and half because I really do want to come.

Looking pleased, Sy releases the grip his has on my hip with one hand and grabs my cock again, jerking quick and hard as I squirm underneath of him.

I thrust, I squirm, I squeeze with my ass, but I realize with a bit of dismay that it’s not going to do it for me. While I can get off on being terrified, nothing about Sy terrifies me anymore, and he’s not really fucking me hard enough to hurt me. I try to struggle against his hand, hoping to hurt myself somehow. He loosens his grip, probably thinking that I’m uncomfortable, but it just frustrates me more.

“Please hurt me,” I mumble, feeling the fresh shame of having to ask for it. It never really occurred to me, but when we’re with Cash, he always makes sure that this is taken care of. Sy knows it, I think, logically, but I don’t think he really gets it. The surprise on his face shows that. “Please, Sy, just a little? I can’t get off without it. Please!”

Sy doesn’t slow down fucking me, and he doesn’t let up on my cock. The sensation is so much that it’s frustrating, almost painful, but not the right kind of pain. He takes the hand that’s gripping my hip and trails it up over my chest, resting it there.

“What would you like me to do?” he asks softly. I can tell he’s not just teasing, he really does want direction.

I am almost too far gone to give any sort of direction. “I don’t care!” I blurt out. “Bite me. Hit me. Scratch me. Do what you want; just make me feel it!”

Looking troubled, Sy swats at my chest lightly, almost playfully. I moan, because it’s not enough, although I do appreciate him trying. At one point, it might have been enough, but Cash has spoiled me. Cash takes me rougher and rougher each time, and I’ve grown to love it.

“Please,” I beg, “harder.”

Sy swats at me again, and if he does it harder, I don’t notice it. I have the horrible fear that maybe we won’t be able to do this, maybe it won’t work, maybe he won’t really be able to make me come like I want him to.

I moan, debating whether to just dig my own nails into my skin instead.

“Not enough?” Sy asks, picking up on my frustration.

I whimper, because I can’t bear admitting it.

“All right,” Sy says, groping across my chest again. His fingers press harder, digging his nails into my skin, and I feel my cock respond immediately. “You like that?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“Yes, please, more,” I mumble, letting the pain wash over me.

He continues, raking his nails across my chest, leaving red lines that cross and burn. He captures my nipples in between his fingers, squeezing softly at first. As I squirm harder underneath of him, he squeezes harder, making me cry out.

“Fuck, Sy, that’s good. That’s amazing.” I’m desperate to let him know how much I’m enjoying it.

“Good,” he says, sounding pleased. “I can’t wait to feel you come, pretty boy.”

I moan in response, the nickname somehow sounding sexy in this context. He thrusts into me again and again, increasing the pressure and pain on my nipples, and I come, reaching up to clutch at his arms. It doesn’t matter that he’s stopped jerking my cock, I come anyway, and I feel him come just a few seconds later, while I’m still trying to catch my breath. I’m left a shaking mess.

Sy runs his hands across my chest again, soothing the irritated skin, then leans down to kiss me. He waits for a moment, letting me relax before easing out. As I lie there, staring at the ceiling and waiting for my vision to clear, he gets up and returns with a towel, meticulously cleaning us both off before slipping back into bed next to me, lying on his back. I wiggle closer, a little demanding, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull me close. I rest against the curve of his body, shuddering at the memory of the sex we just had.

“That was amazing,” I can still feel his hands on me, still feel the lingering burn from his cock inside of me. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Sy asserts, running his hand down my side softly. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you too much?”

I shake my head, pressing closer to him. “No,” I reassure him. “I really do like it. I promise. And I really can’t get off without it most of the time.”

Sy is quiet for a moment, considering it. “I always kind of thought Cash was exaggerating,” he admits. “I thought he was the one who liked it.”

“He does like it. But I do, too. He wouldn’t hurt me if I didn’t.”

Sy nods. “I’m starting to get that. He’s a bit hard for me to figure out at times. I suppose I can take him at his word.”

I smile. I’m glad they’re not competing anymore. “He’s good for his word. Always has been.”

Sy nods. “Better hope that’s true,” he muses, gesturing to our post-sex condition. He doesn’t seem overly concerned.

“I wouldn’t let him do anything to you!” I protest, feeling oddly protective over this man who can so clearly take care of himself. “It was my idea in the first place.”

Sy ruffles my hair, and while I think it should probably make me feel like a child, it’s actually pretty nice.

“Listen, pretty boy, if he gets upset about it, you’ll let me handle it, just like you let me handle things at the detention facility,” he says, the slight order in his voice crushing any resistance I might have felt. “I doubt he’ll kill me or sell me. I can handle him.”

I consider it. I worried in the past that Cash would sell me; at one point, I even considered that he might kill me. The thought had terrified me. For Sy, it’s an everyday occurrence. The threat of being slapped has me more worked up than that, which makes me give him a curious look. I’m not sure if I want to know how he’s become so immune to fear.

“Another day, pretty boy.

But that’s always what he says when I ask about his past. I guess it’s nicer than just telling me to leave him alone.

Chapter 21
Bodyguard

When Torenze first told me about what was happening with Cash’s case, he told me that they wanted a villain. For Cash to prove that he’s not one, he needs to appeal to the public. Sometimes he can get away with making solo appearances, but more often, he wants me and Sy in attendance.

Today’s event is exactly that. The conservative rally is filled with supporters of the Demoted system, particularly those who are most likely to support harsh treatment, things like the Miller System. It’s a risk for us to be here, but Edson and even Cash are convinced that this is exactly the crowd we need to appeal to. They chose the location for the rally carefully, in front of the well-manicured lawn of one of the Miller System’s government research facilities. As a public space, it is available to anyone who can manage to obtain a permit; Edson acquired one for us easily. We make a strong show, answering questions, challenging assumptions, making it clear that we belong with these people. We are on their side.

I almost believed it during Cash’s speech; now that we’re trying to navigate our way through the crowd to go home, I can’t help but wonder if we are siding with the enemy.

The crowd is closing in on us, demanding more answers, more information, more contact. It’s some sort of goddamned pandemonium and I hate it. I want to go home, where I’m safe, and I really start to lose it when they start to touch me, reaching out like I’m some sort of exotic animal at a petting zoo.

Sy does his best to place himself between me and the crowd, but he’s also doing his best to place himself between Cash and the crowd. He’s a big man, but there are two of us, and Cash has practically peeled me off of his legs more than once today. I don’t want to look clingy and risk making him look weak.

“What makes you qualified to change the Demoted system?” One of the supporters yells, giving Cash a dirty look.