“Take the damn help, you ignorant stubborn asshole.” Soren demands. “If you’re not gonna take care of yourself, let someone do it!”
Every muscle in my body clenches and my cock is suddenly hardening against my thigh.
“Make me,” I reply, my voice quieter, but firm.
“God, you’re so…” Soren huffs. His face grows closer to mine.
I can’t resist. I don’t want to. Not after everything I’ve been through lately.
“Take me,” I tell him.
He blinks at me. “What?”
“I need…” I swallow down the lump in my throat. Tears start to slowly drip over my waterline. “I need to feel something. Something else, something better.”
I can hardly find the words to explain what I need, but the light shifts in Soren’s eyes and I think he understands.
“Have you gotten…tested since that night at the club?” he asks in a quiet tone.
I nod slowly. “Yes. All clear.”
His mouth crushes mine. My eyes close instantly and I kiss him back furiously. It’s not a slow, soft first kiss. No, it’s hard and desperate. His tongue shoves into my mouth the second I part my lips.
Soren’s mouth tastes exactly like I’d imagine it. Cigarettes and spearmint. His spit combines with mine, tongue dancing with mine and overtaking my mouth.
I moan into the kiss, the sound muffled by our mouths.
Soren pushes me backwards, and I step back until I stumble onto my ass on the couch.
As his mouth leaves mine, I suck in a quick breath, then another.
Everything happens so fast. I feel his hands pull at my shirt, undoing the buttons, pulling it off of my arms, and I let him. I slide my hands up his torso underneath his t-shirt until I feel one of his nipples under my fingers. I pinch it, and the sound of him groaning makes my dick fully hard.
“Stop,” he moans and grabs my hands, pinning them above my head on the couch as he straddles my hips from above.
“Let me take care of you,” he demands, leaning his head down, mouth by my ear. “Let me be in control.”
I tremble and close my eyes again. “Please,” I tell him. “Whatever you want. I need it. Fuck, I need it so bad.” My breath catches in my throat every other word, and I hate the way I sound so vulnerable, but it also makes me even more aroused.
“You wanted a fight? I’ll give you better,” he bites my earlobe. “I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”
I grunt as he rolls his hips down against mine. I can feel his erection in his jeans against mine. A spark shoots from the base of my dick through my hips and thighs, to my asshole.
“Do it,” I order him. My voice thick with need.
Soren’s hand is suddenly on my throat, pressing down just enough to hold my head down but not stop my breathing. “You don’t tell me what to do,” he commands me. “I’m in charge.”
I shiver and it’s like I’m melting underneath him. Willing and ready for anything he wants. I need so badly to let go. Of everything.
“Y-You’re in charge,” I agree.
That seems to be all he needs to hear.
The next thing I know he’s pulling his jeans down and stroking his large cock just in front of my face.
“Get me ready to fuck you,” he orders, letting go of my throat and grabbing me by the hair.
I open my mouth and he shoves his length in. I start to suck him off while he thrusts into my mouth, licking all around him eagerly, greedily.
