Drive me Wild, Rival(BL)

Alaric

My hips rocked down onto his fingers, chasing the stretch, the fullness, and the relentless pressure on my prostate.

Steam wrapped around us like a cocoon, sealing us in a private world of heat and need. The bamboo forest rustled softly, indifferent to my broken moans.

Nico kissed me again, slower this time but no less intense. Every kiss from him mimicked the thrust of his fingers. He pumped them deeper, faster, twisting his wrist to open me wider.

My hole fluttered around the intrusion and I felt the hot slick down my thighs while taking everything he gave.

Pleasure built in waves, each one higher than the last and I felt my body shaking in response to it.

My cock throbbed painfully, begging for him to take me in his hand but Nico paid no attention to it and instead he focused entirely on wrecking my hole.

"Tell me you want my cock," he demanded, lips brushing mine. "Say it, Alaric."

I whimpered, my head falling back. "I... I want it. Fuck, Nico, I want your cock."

He rewarded me by adding more pressure to my prostate, stroking it mercilessly until my vision whited out.

My thighs quivered uncontrollably and I was close, so fucking close from just his fingers stretching and fucking my hole.

Nico pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing.

I whined at the loss but Nico was against me yet again and the warmth of his body enveloping me. He lifted me turning me to face the stone wall.

My chest pressed against the cool rough rock as he stepped in close behind me. The thick head of his cock nudged against my stretched hole sending a shiver down my trembling thighs.

"Hold on tight," he whispered against my ear as he grabbed my waist holding it firmly against him.

Then he pushed inside and my eyes widened and whited instantly.

The stretch was immense. His massive cock speared into my hole inch by inch, the water making it a slow burning glide.

I almost cried out but I muffled a scream. The last thing I wanted was for anyone around to find out that I was getting railed in the hot spring.

The fullness of Nico’s cock was overwhelming and I could feel it throbbing inside me, pressing against every sensitive nerve.

Nico groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. ’’Fuck, you feel perfect,’’ he murmured as he nibbled on my ears and then he started moving giving slow, deep thrusts at first then let me adjust to the girth splitting my hole open.

Then it went faster, harder and the slap of wet skin and the churn of water filled the night air. Each thrust drove his cock against my prostate, sending jolts of ecstasy through me.

My own cock rubbed against the stone wall with every movement, adding delicious friction.

I pushed back to meet him, fucking myself on his thick cock, lost completely to the pleasure. Nico’s hands gripped my hips bruisingly, pulling me back onto every powerful stroke. He reached around and finally wrapped his fist around my leaking cock stroking in time with his thrusts.

The way he moved as his cock pounded deep inside my hole while his hand jerked my cock completely destroyed me.

This was why I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was obsessed with his body, the way he handled me and the way every touch made me lose control, made me stop thinking.

I was completely obsessed with him and there was no escape.

’’You are mine,’’ Nico rasped out as if he was reading my mind.

As soon as I came with a shattered cry, spilling over his fingers and into the hot water. My hole clenched rhythmically around his cock taking him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Nico fucked me through it, chasing his own release then he completely pulled away and stood up and in the blink of the eye, he was out of the water.

The heat vanished so fast it felt like a physical slap. One second his weight was pinning me against the rock, his skin burning against mine, and the next, there was just empty, swirling water.

The back of my legs went instantly cold against the mountain air. I blinked the sting of water out of my eyes, turning around just in time to see his bare silhouette clear the edge of the pool. He didn’t look back once. He just pulled his weight out in one smooth, practiced motion, long legs disappearing through the open sliding door of the room.

’’What the hell!’’ I shouted, my voice cracking slightly under the sudden frost of the air. I gripped the slick edge of the stone basin, my chest heaving as I watched the empty doorway where he’d just been. ’’Where the hell are you going?’’

The post-sex haze evaporated, replaced by an immediate, hot spike of irritation that crawled straight up my throat. I didn’t wait for an answer he clearly wasn’t going to give. I hauled myself out of the spring, my heavy, soaked clothes dragging against the stone steps as I scrambled onto the deck.

Water pooled around my bare feet, dripping heavily from my hair and the hem of my ruined shirt as I stormed after him, the cold mountain wind biting into my back.

He loved doing this. It was his favorite trick, a routine he pulled every single time we crossed this line. He would push and push until he broke through every boundary I had, but the exact second he got what he wanted, he pulled the curtain down. He never let me look at his face when he was inside me, always keeping me turned away, and he brutally blocked me whenever I reached out to touch him back.

No reciprocation. No touching his skin. Just a clean, cold cut the moment it was over. I was tired of being left stranded in the dark, tired of his absolute indifference, and I hated the way he carried himself like his sudden exits weren’t a massive insult to my face.

I wasn’t going to sit in the water and let it slide this time. I walked straight through the sliding glass door, tracking wet, heavy footprints onto the dry tatami mats.

By the time I crossed into the room, he had already moved on.

The transition was seamless. He was already wrapped tightly in his heavy white bathrobe, a dry towel held casually in his hands as he worked it through his dark, damp hair. He looked perfectly composed, completely detached from the frantic, heavy breathing we had just been sharing seconds ago outside. He looked like nothing had happened at all.

Then my eyes dropped to his left wrist.

The waterproof plaster covering his cut had started to peel at the edges, loosened by the steam and the heavy friction of the water. Beneath the white material, a distinct, dark line of red was seeping out, tracking a thin smear of blood against his skin. He was bleeding again. It wasn’t a heavy gush, but it was wet and fresh.

When he noticed me standing there dripping on the floor, he didn’t tense up. Instead, he let his hands drop, a lazy, completely unbothered smile turning up the corners of his mouth as I approached him.

That smile broke something inside me. I was done letting him act like I was just a temporary lapse in his judgment. I was completely done with his mind games, done with the silent rules he rewrote whenever it suited him.

Before he could even finish lowering the towel, I lunged forward, grabbed him by the thick fabric of his bathrobe collar, and forcefully shoved him backward. His back hit the heavy wooden sliding door with a dull, solid thud that rattled the paper panels.

’’What the hell is going on with you?’’ I demanded, my fingers twisting tight into the cotton of his robe, my breath coming in short, furious pants.