"Give me a break," Ichigo mumbles, bent over the dining table butt naked.
I doubt he wants that, since he's been thoroughly enjoying all the shit I've been doing to him. Not only has he kept me on all day and we've been fucking on almost everything at his beach house, I still have the energy to play with him. And shit, teasing him is something I love doing to him.
"Why would I wanna do that?" I tease, running my hands down his toned back.
Ichigo tries to get more comfortable, resting on his elbows. I watch him, laying my hands to rest at the smallest point of his waist.
He arches his back and rubs his ass against my crotch. I don't think he does it intentionally because he looks back over his shoulder at me with a blush.
"My back is sore."
"Is that all?" I smirk, thrusting into him and he gasps, turning away from me.
By now I've already fucked Ichigo in his bed, the kitchen counter and his floor.
"Shit, shit, shit," he cries out when I start a brutal pace. He doesn't expect it at all, and the sounds that are coming out his mouth are just making me go harder.
"G-Grimmjow slow down!" Ichigo flusters.
"Not. A. Chance."
"Hnnnn"
I push his head down and hold him by the back of the neck while I continue pounding into him. He moans loudly against the sound of the table rattling.
A plethora of yes' come tumbling out of Ichigo's mouth and I know I'm hitting that spot again. Funny how he stops complaining when I'm this deep in. He reaches to tug on his own dick but I stop him, swatting his hand away.
"Be a good boy for daddy. Don't touch yourself."
Ichigo lets out a groan. He lays off for a while as I continue my steady thrusts but not long after Ichigo starts whining.
"Please daddy, let me, please."
As much as I love teasing Ichigo, I do want to see him enjoying himself too.
I haven't told him to, but Ichigo's already wrapped a hand around himself and is jerking himself in earnest.
As hot as it is to watch Ichigo from behind, I still want to make things a little more exciting.
I pull out of him and he whines, looking back over his shoulder. His panting, on the verge of screaming at me to keep going. I smirk back at his confused expression. He's so cute sometimes.
"Come on," he mutters, rubbing on me.
"You know you weren't listening to me, right?"
"What are you going to do about it?" Ichigo smirks back at me.
"That's right, Ichigo, what can I do to stop you from touching yourself, hmm?" I grin, already knowing exactly what I'm going to do with him. I just like watching him try to figure it out.
I lean over his shoulder so I'm close by his ear. His face is flushed, a pink tone crawling over the back of his neck to the tip of his ears. He loves it when I'm like this. All rough and controlling and he's perfectly submissive to me.
"Don't move." I say and he nods.
I move away from him and he stays there bent over, watching me in curiosity. I grab a discarded belt off the wooden floor and approach him. His eyes widen and he quickly jerks up when I grab his arms and tighten the belt around his wrists. He doesn't fight me as I pull him away from the table and lye him on the floor. He wraps his legs around my waist and I push his arms up over his head.
"You naughty boy. I'll show you to touch yourself when I don't tell you to." I grin.
"What are you going to do to me, daddy?"
I watch him for a moment, letting all those thoughts flood my mind. I don't think I can get much harder and Ichigo's straining just as much.
I lean in close to his ear.
"You bad boy. I'm going to punish you."
Ichigo moans in delight.
I tug on the shell of his heated ear before pulling up to look at his face.
"You're so perfect. So…fucking…good," I give a quick pat to his heated cheek.
He's blushing like crazy but doesn't say anything. I watch him a little longer, his eyes gazing into mine. Ichigo yelps when I pull his leg up over my shoulder and push into him slowly. I grin against his shoulder, pressing my teeth into his yummy skin.
"Mmph!"
After nibbing on his shoulder as much as I like, I move my mouth away, smiling at him lovingly. I'm still etching my way inside of Ichigo and he's trembling, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.
"So you still haven't got enough of me fucking you?" I laugh, "how many more rounds are we gonna go baby?"
Ichigo moans as I start a series of shallow thrusts.
"As much as you want, daddy."
The shit he says. The mere sight of him like this, wrists tied together above his head and his body helpless with me in control is intoxicating. His voice is just one of the many things. He's driving me crazy. I doubt I can continue going this slow and this shallow. I quicken the pace with a firm grip on his thigh, watching as my dick inches in all the way and Ichigo's mouth drops open and he squeezes his eyes shut.
I double that pace instantaneously. It's pretty obvious I want to get off and so does he.
"Oh fuck," he pants, clenching his hands into fists.
I grab both his legs and yank him onto me, spearing deeper into Ichigo and he makes a high pitched sound, almost like a squeal. I didn't expect to hear something like that from him and I get a warm feeling in the pit of my gut from all the excitement.
"Fuck, Grimm, Fuck," Ichigo's panting for breath and I know he's getting close. He starts saying some shit I don't even understand but I don't care about that right now. All this mind numbing senseless fucking has got us both going mad.
He clenches around me and arches enough to get his hips off the floor only for a moment before he screams and starts cumming all over his stomach. He falls back limply, panting for breath and I follow suit after him.
I sit back on my heels and stare at him. He smiles back at me and I feel my heart skip a beat. I must be staring at him a little too long, because Ichigo is still flustered, squirming.
"Untie me," he mutters blissfully after we've caught out breath. I lean over and pull the belt off him and toss it away. Ichigo sits up and rubs at his wrists, crawling to me and pressing a warm chaste kiss to my lips.
After this we spend the majority of our time resting, watching something on his flat screen or eating. It's the more usual stuff away from the whole celebrity and paparazzi lifestyle we're so accustomed to and it's for the better. We didn't even talk about anything to do with the deal or the whole blackmailing issue that I almost forgot about it, and I think it's the same with Ichigo too. Even without the whole being inside Ichigo half the time part mixed into things, we're actually more compatible than I would have ever thought before.
We spend the remaining late hours lounging around. And it's oddly calming and something I wouldn't mind having with him more often. It's a great way to not think about shit really. But knowing Ichigo, that mind of his doesn't stop and I'm almost not fazed at all when he brings up the whole deal.
"So why didn't you delete the original photo?" He asks almost out of nowhere.
He's lying curled up beside me, frowning just a little bit but I still notice, even if we are kind of in the dark and the TV screen is the only source of light.
"Why should I?" I say without thinking.
Ichigo tenses.
"I mean," I start, figuring that I shouldn't fuck anything up right now cause it's all going OK for once.
Maybe a little too OK. I dunno. I just don't want to lose him.
"It's more complicated than that."
"You deleted the other two pictures of me. I know this is a deal but…" Ichigo sighs, "I feel like I don't know what's going on in your head."
"Ichigo," I start but don't finish my train of thought.
"You don't want to talk about it?" Ichigo asks.
I don't know if he's confused or just curious, but his face doesn't betray anything and I don't think he's going to fight me on this.
"Later. I'll tell you why later."
Silence settles between us. He sighs under his breath.
"OK," Ichigo mutters.
I know he's not content with that. Sooner or later, I know I'm going to have to tell him why I really kept his original photo.
I'm so sorry I know it's been too long. Soon I'll reveal why Grimmjow's keeping the original picture. Hope you enjoyed this chap, and you know reviews keep me motivated.