Hetsked, and my fingers curled, nails digging into my ass. Prick. No one made that sound at me.
“Definitely impatient. You are adorable, Moosey Bear.”
I didn’t get time to voice my irritation because he pulled his fingers out. I glanced over my shoulder. This man behind me was graceful, while I only knew how to use my hands for violence or cutting down trees. I destroyed everything I touched.
He shoved his pants down to his knees and slid a condom onto his cock.
I took a moment to appreciate the girth of his hard-on. I’d seen longer cocks but never one as wide as his. I’d feel more than a burn when he finally shoved it in me. Squirming, I took a deep breath to steady myself. I wasn’t coming as soon as he thrust inside my hole. Fuck that. I wanted to enjoy every long minute.
Once he had the condom on, he slicked himself up and threw the bottle of lube on the ground next to me. Theclackfrom the plastic hitting cement echoed in the silence under the bridge.
He grinned. “Tilt your hips back more. Show me those sexy asscheeks.” He grasped my hip with one hand and pushed the other against my lower spine, directing my ass higher. I arched and crouched to make it easier for him to fuck me, cursing him under my breath as my cock leaked, ready for whatever he had in store for me.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the head of his cock lined up with my hole before he pushed home. It was a come to Jesus moment—if I believed in anything religious, which I didn’t. I’d died and gone straight to heaven. His width spread me wide, and a delicious and painful burn swept through me.
“Fuck.” I let go of my asscheeks and pressed my forehead against the cement wall. I slapped my palms beside my head, eyes clenched shut as he drove in until he was balls deep. My body couldn’t decide if it was the pain or pleasure that it wanted to focus on, but it was all the same to my cock, which throbbed and leaked with need. “Fuck, dude, you’re thick.”
“Thank you.” His breath puffed against the middle of my back before he planted his lips there, sucking a kiss into my skin until I was sure he’d left a hickey. He rocked forward, even though he was already as deep as he could go, and we both groaned as he knocked me flat against the wall. “You’re so tight. How long’s it been since you’ve had a man inside you?”
I grunted and bent my fingers, scraping my nails over the cement until it hurt. “Too long. Not many dudes want to fuck me. Say I’m too big. Too stupi?—”
Stupid.
That’s what my casual fuck once called me. He’d stayed around as my go-to cock for a few months before he’d decided I was too dumb for him to continue fucking. Like sex had anything to do with smarts. Fuck him. I knew shit he didn’t, and one day when he needed someone to fix something that had broken, he’d have to call someone. At least I could do that shit by myself. I was handy.
Zayn paused, his chest plastered over my back, giving me a reminder of how much smaller he was than me. I was a big dude and he wasn’t tiny. He didn’t have the bulk I did, though.
“Stupid?” he asked.
I smashed my teeth together, frustration bubbling in my chest until it became hard to breathe. Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that or for him to hear it. I didn’t need him judging me. Fuck that. I rolled my hips backward, driving him a little deeper. “Just move, will ya? I’ve got blue balls and need to get off.”
He hummed, clearly not ready to let it go, but he did, and that got him a gold star from me. Maybe he got the idea that I wasn’t the type to talk about my feelings and he wouldn’t win with me. He pressed his hand to my lower spine again, using it as leverage as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before snapping his hips again, burying himself in my hole.
I trembled as a wave of lust swept through me and my balls tightened snugly against my body, ready to bust, even though we’d just gotten started. No, sir, this wasn’t happening. I wasn’t coming until he was ready to let loose. I seized the base of my cock and squeezed hard. I slammed my forehead against the cement, ignoring the agony from the hit as my skin split open and blood welled there before slowly making its way over myeyes and down my cheeks. The face always bled a lot, and the sharp pain was a welcome addition to the rest of it.
“Damn it, are you all right?”
“Don’t stop,” I growled over my shoulder, aware of some of the blood getting into my right eye. I closed my eye and wiped at it with the back of my hand. “Keep fucking going. Harder. Make it hurt.”
If I scared him, he didn’t show it. He slammed his hips forward, his cock driving into me with a force that rattled my teeth. My whole body jerked, but he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back, straight onto his stiff length. He was imprisoning me, holding me captive against his hard body, and I craved the burning mixture of pain and pleasure.
He thrust fast and rough inside me, his hands a brand as they snuck under my shirt and caressed my skin. He was fire—bright and dangerous—and I was the coal that flared under his attention. Maybe he enjoyed getting men under him, begging, but I wasn’t going to do that. I’d never fall to that level. Instead, I angled my hips backward, meeting every stroke of his cock.
I became alive, even more so than when I was in the nuthouse. The adrenaline licked flames through me and goose bumps rose over my arms. The edge of insanity—of my orgasm—lingered on a cliff, ready to fall off, and the only thing keeping me at bay was my fist around the base of my cock, holding on tightly.
“Harder.” I shot him a glare. “Fucking harder, man.”
Sweat gleamed on his forehead and he bared his teeth, going feral. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took out a chunk of my flesh with those chompers. Hell, I wouldn’t complain if he did. I was buzzing, high on the energy of fighting and fucking.
His nails dug into my hips, biting so viciously I’d have bruises in the morning, but I thanked whatever higher being did exist for this man. I needed the pain tomorrow, too, to remind me I was alive in this shitty world.
“Damn, Moosey Bear.” He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the bridge. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
He kept snapping his hips, his cock driving in and out of my hole with roughness that might’ve made him famous if he was a porn star. His attacks were precise, striking my prostate with unrelenting force. The slapping of his balls against my skin met my ears. I closed my eyes, recording the noise in my head for later when I was jerking off.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered against my neck, breath teasing over my skin.
“Do it.” I rolled my hips backward, and he groaned. “Come.”
