Now all bets are off. He starts topush the door open, but I lose my shit just like he did with Kennings on thefield. I snatch his collar and shove him back against the door.
I’m so pissed I can hardly see.
“You better watch what you fuckingsay,” I say through my teeth.
He looks at me with terror-filledeyes. If he didn’t understand before just how much he said would affect me, hesure as fuck does now.
I’m going to lose my job over snappinglike this, I just know it. He’s going to run to his daddy and get me canned forhaving sex with him and then fucking assaulting him. Still, I don’t let up myglare. No matter what he chooses to do next, I want him to know just how notokay I am with what he said.
He leans in and kisses me.
I’m so fucking mad at him rightnow. How does he think this will help anything? But his kiss dissolves my rageand causes my cock to swell with excitement.
The tension he stirred when heviciously insulted me about Jeff relaxes. The high is so incredible that onceagain I’m overcome with powerful sensations that ripple through me. Thefeelings he’s stirred—ones of rage and fury, ones of all those times that Ifucking hate myself for the way things went that horrible night—ignite passionwithin me. I kiss him back and press him against the door.
I want to hear him cry out as I makehim pay for how he made me feel. For bringing up something that he doesn’t evenhave a right to know. But I won’t cave this time.
Despite the throbbing pain in mycock, I pry myself off him and turn away.
He gasps and breathes heavily, hisback resting against the door. I start to walk away. I just need to get out ofthere, but he snatches my wrist and turns me back to him, forcing another kisson me.
I only had the strength for myfirst attempt.
It’s over for me now. I know that.The weakness he’s stirred within me is more than I can fight. We scramble intohis room, tearing each other’s clothes off.
I kiss him so hard I taste iron. Idon’t care. I just continue offering the kisses. Powerful. Too furious. Toointense.
We make it to the bedroom doorwhen he drops my pants and strokes my cock.
“Make me pay,” he begs. Ass-naked,he turns around and leans up against the doorframe. He pushes his ass out,stressing its perfect curvature.
I pull my pants back up for amoment as I fish a lubricated condom out of my wallet. He needs more lube thanis on the condom.
Something. Anything.
I slide the condom on and spit onit a few times, hoping it’ll make it less severe for Tad.
He turns to me, glancing at mydick, his eyes filled with concern. Like he isn’t sure he can take it without morelube. But considering I already loosened him up the last time we fucked, I’mnot worried.
“Oh, just so you know, by the way,I’m on PrEP,” he says. “And I was just tested.”
“Me, too,” I say before I slidethe tip of my cock inside him.
I don’t want to disturb thisperfect moment. And I want to be inside him, filling him.
He screams, “Shit!” Gripping ontothe door frame over his head, his biceps and triceps shift, veins pushingforward with the muscles.
I’m slow with my movements sincehis hole is tight against my shaft. I could have used a little more spit tomake the job easier, but this will have to do.
As I ease into him, I don’t holdback. Not after what he said about Jeff.
I push in powerfully until hecries out, arching his back seemingly instinctively to my movement. I wait forhim to fuss at me about being too quick, but he’s silent. He takes the punishmenthe’s earned.
I push deeper into him, and hethrows his head back and cries out.
I pet his side with one hand,enjoying his physique. “You have the hottest fucking body,” I say.
With my other hand, I grip ontohis hair and yank it back, tugging hard enough that, once again, I expect himto say something. Again, he’s silent. He reaches back and clings onto my ass,pulling me toward him. Like he wants me to rip his hole apart.
