Wait.
He was still dressed.
Hollis stood behind me and made sure I could feel how hard he was. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pressed his chest against my back. He took the cap off the lube in front of me and put a dime-sized amount on his middle finger. He moved to the side of me and turned my chin toward him. He smiled at me before he closed his eyes and kissed me. As we kissed, his dry hand moved down my t-shirt until he wrapped his big hand around my erection. His hand slowly stroked me as he pushed me higher and higher.
“Let go of the counter and pull your cheeks apart.” His words were barely a whisper, then his mouth was back on mine. I quickly complied. I was already lost in the sensation and wanted whatever he’d give me.
I felt the cool fluid against my hole and kissed him harder and faster. The burn of having a finger breach me had never been so welcoming as it was with Hollis’ finger. I smiled against his mouth as he slowly finger fucked me.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head. It didn’t. It didn’t even spark any old memories. My mind was only filled with Hollis. I was being finger fucked by The Dragon. When our mouths pulled apart, I looked down at his hand that was slowly stroking me. It felt indescribable with his hand on my cock and a finger up my ass.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, which was rare for me. I felt really good and didn’t feel like I’d hate who I saw staring back at me. I was right. I didn’t hate who I saw. I loved who I saw.
I shot my load on the counter and into his hand while we kissed. I thought maybe he’d like a blowjob, so I started to lower to the ground to reciprocate, but he stopped me and shook his head.
“Not here.” He pulled me upright and kissed me again. “I can’t stay quiet when your hot mouth is wrapped around my dick.”
He just keeps taking me higher.
We cleaned up and then he told me to leave the bathroom first and head back to the party. He’d rejoin the party soon. I nodded and left the bathroom feeling like a million bucks. I grabbed another Coke and mingled with a few of the trainers here and there again.
Very quickly my high from The Dragon fizzled to nothing as I watched Hollis flirt with one of the cage girls. My stomachache had returned full force when I watched him basically get a handjob from the woman outside in the backyard. Hollis tilted his head back and laughed as two of the cage girls lowered to the ground and unzipped his pants. They pulled his hard cock out, and I suddenly felt woozy.
“Hey, Patrick, you feeling okay?” Marty asked me. I dragged my eyes away from Hollis and looked at Marty. “You look as pale as a ghost. Are you okay?”
“Um, I think I’ve probably had too much excitement for one day,” I managed to say.
I glanced outside and felt my stomach roll when one of the women had her face pressed against Hollis’ groin.Fuck. Did she deep throat him already?
“I’m going to head out for the night. Can you let Hollis know?” I asked Marty and turned my back to the open doors of the backyard.
“Yeah, I’ll let him know. Do you need a ride?”
“No. His security guys are out front. They’ll make sure I get home,” I assured him.
“Alright. I hope you feel better, kid.”
I nodded and walked out to the front yard and saw Steve right away.
“Can I get a lift home, please?” I asked him. Hollis’ security team always traveled in a pair of cars or SUVs. I knew all four of the men were here and that there were two cars, so Hollis wasn’t going to be stranded. In fact, seeing the grin on his face with that girl swallowing him whole probably meant that he’d be here all night.
“Of course, Mr. Dawson,” Steve said as he stood from the wooden bench on the porch. “Zed, Jacobi… Mr. Dawson is ready to leave.”
The closer we got to our high-rise building, the worse I felt. The high that Hollis had taken me to was completely gone, and I felt like shit. It was a feeling that wasn’t anything new to me. I felt used and like a joke. I was put on this earth for one reason: for other people’s pleasure and fun. No one gave a fuck about me.
I rode the elevator to our floor alone and trudged to our door feeling ice cold and sick. Each step I took served as a reminder that Hollis’ finger had been in me.
I felt filthy.
I felt disgusting.
I felt like trash.
I felt stupid for ever believing I could be enough for Hollis Hawkins.
Once inside our place, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. I walked through the open kitchen and great room straight to my bathroom in the dark. The moonlight and lights from the city gave our open space enough light to prevent me from tripping over anything.
