My jaw tightened—I’d spent a lot of it trying to find him, and I bet he knew that. It was no secret I was obsessed with him, the way he had an effortless way to living, I loved it, and not being weighed down by people seeing him as gay first—but in that defense, people saw him as a killer first—and usually the last time they saw him, or anyone else, because they were dead. “I—I wasted it all, obviously,” I confessed. “And I’m sure you’re going to lecture me about that. Right?”
Instead, he laughed, sitting on the side of the bed. “Ok, how about I waive the fee for the sex,” he said. “You can’t leave me with blue balls, can you, baby?” He gestured to his bouncing cock as if it was a box of kittens he was hoping I’d find cute. “Come on, baby.”
My hand at his throat, I squeezed, but he remained unflinching to the action. “I’m not your baby, you can’t call me that anymore,” I said.
“Then what do I call you after you were bouncing on my dick like it was a pogo stick?”
I had to turn my head as I smiled. “You motherfucker,” I said. “You can’t just disarm me like that.”
“I can,” he said, pulling my hand from his throat with ease. “Now.” He began, as he laid me on the bed. “Can I come inside?”
“Are you’ asking that with the double meaning?”
Pushing his tongue out, he caressed his top lip. I tried pushing out to reach it, to kiss him—and he pulled away. “Well, you’ve already made me up on myself,” he said. “I wanna try it the old the way, see if I remember anything from before I left.”
“You don’t have to be all soppy about it,” I giggled. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, you little brat.” He whipped the sheet back to see my hard cock up against my belly and my knees high, trying my best to reveal my ass to him. At my core, I was just a submissive boy, waiting for a much older man to over power me. And Donovan checked the box—so many times, he’d checked it.
He slipped into position, between my legs, his soft touch as if he hadn’t left me alone in that hotel room—waiting all day for him, thinking the note he left was a joke. It was like all of it hadn’t happened. My hands hooked together around his back, pulling him down against my chest, his lips in distance, I took the chance and bit his bottom lip, pulling it down as myhands unlinked on his back, my fingernail, while mostly bitten down where were still able to scratch with the right amount of pressure.
“That it?” he asked as I had his bottom lip in my teeth. I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. “Ok.” His cock pushed against my ass—with lotion still present, he practically slipped inside me, and I let go of his lip to moan, it was all I could do to process the intense sensation of him re-entering me, again and again, knowing his thick head was doing something to me.
“I can dig harder,” I said, drawing my fingernails against his back—no focus, just lines.
“Talking harder,” he said, slamming his hips until his cock was balls deep and I had to contain the moan which was impossible to do—he was practically pushing organs around. “You still take it like you used to.” He leaned in real close and licked his tongue from my chin across my lips. “You been getting lots of practice in?”
Gripping my fingers in at his sides and failing to get a response from him, I hooked my hands around his upper arms at his shoulders, right where my knees were over. “Make you jealous if I was getting fucked?” I asked. “You want me to tell you about all the men who took turns on me like I was a fucking turnstile?”
“No they didn’t,” he said, slamming his hips into my ass, his cock like throbbed inside me. “I know they didn’t.”
“How?”
He was fucking me harder and harder now with a smirk on his face, keeping a secret seemed like something he did often, and this was coming from the same man who promised me once we’d never keep secrets, from a man who promised me we’d get a place together by the sea, like Lachlan and Conrad did, they got out ofthislife, and I thought that’s what he’d wanted too. Mynails as short as they were caught my eye on his shoulders, they were coated in his blood.
“Because if you’d been fucked even half-decently,” he whispered up close, his chin resting on my shoulder as he spoke. “Then you wouldn’t be this needy. Remember, how you were always so needy for my cock?” He kissed my neck and up to my ear. “You remember how you’d crawl across the bed with those big eyes, your lip out, and begging me, calling meDaddy, and telling me how much of agood boyyou’d be if I’d fill you up—like a Twinkie.”
Melting under him with the constant moans, there was no way out of the cage his body created over me, a cage of pleasure with the way his tongue flickered against my neck, and his cock was stretching out my ass. He was right, I hadn’t been fucked since him—he was the only guys who’d been inside me—except for myself and a toy I’d bought—it wasn’t quite the replica cock he’d had made and was thrown to landfill—I was mad, and I learned to regret that decision.
I wasn’t about to let him fuck me into submission—as much as that was what I loved the most, I needed him to know how much those months he’d left with a single note had fucked me out of his submission. I dragged fingers down his sides, and knowing exactly where his sweet spot was, the hips space above his cum gutters, I placed my thumbs into them and massaged up along the curve of his muscle and now he was moaning.
“Fucker,” he said.
He didn’t last long before filling me up with cum and prove that I was in actually not so submissive—but after cumming, he continued to fuck me, his cock not getting any softer, he was fucking me until I came, and I did, as he pressed our bodies together with vigorous motion between us, and his tongue inside my mouth, now kissing me, my sweetest spot—making out. Filling the space between our naked bodies with cum, and his sweat.
Off me, he laid beside me and teased my skin with soft finger strokes across my hard nipples. I got time to see the blood on my fingertips.
“I hope you got something out of it,” he said.
“There’s a saying about a pound of flesh,” I mumbled as my body jerked with the tingle of his touch. It was my nervous system, not me wanting to be attracted to him—even if I was.
“I did just pound your flesh, baby,” he said.
“I’m not your baby,” I snapped. “You’re only good for one thing now, Donovan.” I pushed myself off the bed and stood, squeezing real hard to keep his cum inside—I wasn’t letting this moment be betrayed by the muscles he’d been beating his cock against. “Sex. Because face it, I’m better than you, in every possible way.”
He patted the bed. “Go drop my kids off and then come back to bed,” he said. “We have a lot to catch up on still.” He grabbed his cock, now soft and helicoptered it a little. “Maybe even a third ride, heh.”
“You could always try—um, I don’t know, fucking yourself,” I said. “I guess I’ll see you next time I get the urge to—leave my mark on you.” Blowing him a kiss, he caught it.
