I obey.
As I pick up speed, moving withhim in a rhythm that makes my cock swell even more, I move my hands to hiships. He reaches back and snatches my hair, forcing me close to him.
He turns to me and opens hismouth. He wants a kiss, but I don’t give it to him.
I deny it just because I know hewants it.
A swift thrust makes him stop. Hescreams and then I kiss him to apologize for being too quick, even though I’mnot really sorry. Even though the little bastard deserves it.
I grip onto his leg and lift it inthe air as I shove him up against the doorframe and continue penetrating intohim so deep that it will burn. He curses and twists about like he doesn’t wantit, but doesn’t say anything to stop me.
Guilt wells within me. He doesn’tdeserve it this harsh. He’s received as much as he needs to for the bastardcomment he made, so I pull out and get on my knees. As he turns around, I stickhis dick in my mouth to offer him some relief. To grant him a moment where hecan enjoy some of this.
Sixteen
Tad
His lips and tongue work the nerves in my dick with such expertise.
I’m still recovering from how hetook my ass.
It hurt like a bitch, but everymoment was worth it. And I owed it to him for being such an asshole about hispartner. I knew I’d gone too far, but considering how dismissive he was aboutus…how he kept treating me like some emotionless whore…I snapped and used theonly piece of his past that I knew would wound him. But seeing the expressionon his face, his shock, his pain, was too much. That’s why I kissed him. Itwas the only way I could take back my cruel remark. The only way I could soothehim.
I feared he would push me away.That this was the last thing he’d want to share with me after what I said, butby the way he took me, it was clear that his desire for revenge was strongerthan him wanting to get the fuck away from me. And even with it hurting as muchas it did, it was still fucking hot.
As he continues to suck my cock,my hips jerk back and forth. His hand works in sync with his mouth, moving upand down my shaft, and a familiar sensation lets me know that I’m way tooclose. I grip onto his head and force him back. I grind my teeth as I endure mybody’s disappointment for not allowing it to reach its destination.
He rises to his feet, grips ontomy thighs, and hoists me into the air. I wrap my arms around him and he maneuvershimself back inside me. I cling to him as I try to distract myself from thepain that builds within me. He watches my face, like he wants to see me hurt.See me suffer. A forceful movement hurts so much that I feel a sharp pain rushthrough me. Considering I don’t bottom much, it makes it even that much moredifficult to take, but I’ve taken him better than I thought I’d be able to. Kindaimpressed with myself.
Blood rushes into my cheeks as heforces his entry once again. Painful as it is, I love it.
He pulls me away from the frameand carries me into the bedroom, where he leans down and lays me on my back onthe bed. I release him as he leans back and continues tearing my ass apart withhis dick.
A terrible part of me is happythat I said that cruel shit to him if it’s responsible for why he’s taking melike this.
He rubs his hand across my abs,expressing appreciation for the body I work so hard to maintain. His finger creepstoward my navel and settles there as his thumb strokes the surrounding muscles.
My cock swells with pain onceagain. Even without touching it, I can tell I’m close to shooting. I was never thisaroused with Jordan.
Bryce pushes in—much deeper than before—andas his cock hits my prostate, I know that it’s too much.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he says. Heleans down, kissing me as the bed rocks about with his movements and thensettles as his kisses stop. He releases what sounds like a pained scream.
He leans back, slides out, andkisses down my body, sucking up my come as he makes his way to my cock. When hereaches it, he licks up the come, and despite how sensitive my dick is, I lethim enjoy himself.
Seventeen
Tad
We lie side by side in bed. I know he’s not rushing get toaway just because of what happened after the last time he did that, but I canfeel him itching to leave. Despite how right it felt, now that the afterglowhas settled, we’re both realizing how fucking stupid we are for caving once againto our moronic impulses.
“I am sorry,” I say. “For what Isaid about your partner. That was shitty.”
He’s silent.
“It’s fine,” he says, but I cantell by the way he says it that he’s far from fine. And seeing the sadexpression on his face, I know he’s still rattled. I’ve stirred up somethinghe’d rather not think about.
“I just got a little defensivewhen you pretty much called me a whore,” I explain.
