He caught me off guard as he flipped our positions and shoved me down on the bed. He undid my jeans and yanked them off with my underwear. He paused and eyed my dick. He might have had an inch or two on me in length, but I more than made up for it in girth. I looked down my body at him as he leaned down and licked up my dick once. Then he sat up. “Fuck you, Mason.” He grabbed the lube and slathered it on my dick, throwing a leg over me.
“You sure it’s going down that way?” I asked with a smirk, but I shut up quick as he sank down onto my cock without hesitation. I let out a moan, grabbing his legs that had locked to my sides.
He started out slowly, but sped up quickly until his movements were as aggressive as the rest of our time tonight had been. He was fucking himself angrily on my dick, and I definitely wasn’t going to complain. His hands moved to my chest, where he braced himself as he moved up and down, panting as he looked down at me. “Fuck you, Mason,” he said again, even though he was out of breath. “You were such an asshole. You made me feel like shit for liking you. You made me feel like I was sick, like I was wrong. And for what? Because you liked me too?” He slammed down hard, letting out a cry that was half moan.
He started moving even faster, pushing down on my chest with his hands to push himself up.
“Then you think you can just... mmm... come into myhome, and tell me you were just scared, thenkissme... fuck... and suck my dick and finger me, and everything will be fine?”
I shook my head, trying to hold in the groan, trying not to thrust upward into that ass that feltso good, trying to let him move how he wanted and take what he needed. “No,” I ground out. “I know it doesn’t make everything okay.”
He sat up, putting his hands on my legs behind him,moving up and down as his dick leaked all over me. “You’re right.” He was grunting between each word. “It doesn’t.” He moved again, but couldn’t quite seem to find what he needed. He slowed. “Nn, fuck. Mason,fuck me.”
I wasn’t completely sure he meant it how he said it, but I listened anyway. I sat up and my dick slipped out of him as our position changed, but I flipped him around easily onto his back on the bed. I moved to hover over him, and since he didn’t complain, I assumed he really had meant it. I slid right back inside him, bracing myself on my elbows, thrusting harder as he pulled his legs up and moaned again. I moved to lift his hips slightly with one hand, trying to get a better angle, and he cried out.
I watched as he tried to spout some more bullshit but didn’t manage to. Little whimpers were all that were coming out as he looked up at me in bewilderment. He grunted once as he tried to speak, but finally got out, “Harder.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” I said with a grin. “You like it rough, huh? You little cockslut.” I had no idea why I decided to start calling him names, but his dick twitched hard when I did.
“Fuck you, Mason,” he ground out yet again, as another stream of precum leaked out and coated his tight belly.
I gave a little laugh as I sped up. “No,” I panted. “I’m pretty sure I’m fuckingyou, right through your damn mattress.”
His head was pressed back into his pillow as his body tensed up, legs shaking as they locked onto my hips. “Mm, fuck. I’m right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I got out, but I was right there too. I thrust even harder, because it was definitely doing it for him. He didn’t want it gentle. Two more hits to his prostate and his legs shot up in the air, his body nearly convulsing as his cum shot all over both of us. Well fuck, that was hot.
Two more thrusts and I pulled out quickly, coming all over his comforter and the outside of his ass since we hadn’t bothered thinking about a condom. I didn’t have one on me, but damn, he was a horny little fucker, so he surely had one somewhere.
We stayed there for a minute, catching our breath as weboth came down from our high and back to the reality of what we’d just done. It wasn’t a regret on my part, but I wasn’t sure how he would feel and if I would end up regretting it because he did. I finally moved and fell to the bed beside him. That certainly hadn’t been my plan when I’d offered him a ride home, but he would probably think that it was.
All of the pent-up anger seemed to have left him for the time being, and he was silent. He sat up and grabbed his shirt, trying to clean our cum off himself then offering it to me. He didn’t look me in the eye. He pulled back the covers as I cleaned off my torso, then climbed into bed and covered up. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but it was really late and I was exhausted. I slid under the covers beside him, waiting for him to tell me to leave, but he didn’t. He did turn away from me, and he fell asleep pretty quickly.
I sent a text to my mom, letting her know I’d gone out with friends, but I was the designated driver and had to take an old friend home. I told her I was going to crash at his place since it was after two a.m. and I was tired. I knew she’d get the message in the morning if she wasn’t still sitting up, worried. I put the phone on the nightstand beside me, and that damn cat jumped up onto the bed, looked at both of us, then made its own little bed between us. I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping the morning wouldn’t be disastrous.
Chapter 8
Elijah
Oh. My. God. What the actual fuck did I do? I groaned inwardly because I knew what I’d done. I hadn’t been drunk enough to black out or forget, but apparently drunk enough to make another really stupid decision that was going to bite me in the ass. I could feel that Enyo’s spot on the bed was empty, and she was probably already in the kitchen waiting for her breakfast. I just wasn’t ready to get up and face reality.
I could feel him behind me. I could feel his body heat, which meant he was too close, but I could feel his aura too. Taunting me. Letting me know how dumb I was to have ever let my guard down around him, even for a second. The whole thing was somethat I wanted to go throw up in the driveway again. I squeezed my eyes shut. My ass hurt and I could feel cum on various parts of my body. We hadn’t even bothered with a condom because in my drunken haze that would just have takentoo long.
I felt him shift behind me, and I knew he was waking up. I tried to fight off my panic, unsure of what to do.Icouldn’tleave, it wasmyhouse. I didn’t want to be here when he woke up, though. I didn’t want to talk to him. The entire night had thrown me for a loop. At first I’d thought he must have been there to join in with those assholes he used to hang out with. But he rescued me instead, insisted on giving me a ride, and pretended to care when I puked my guts up in the driveway. Then he refused to acknowledge my desire for him to leave and came into my house without permission. Then he told me helikedme? Back inhigh school? Mason Hale wasgay? What the actual fuck?
And then the kiss. He didn’t even give me time to process what was happening. He claimed he’d beaten me up because he wasscared?Even if he was telling the truth, that didn’t make it okay to treat me the way he had. And some absolutely mind-blowing sex didn’t make up for it either.What was wrong with me?
I tried not to groan in misery because I didn’t want him to know I was awake, but I felt like total shit on top of all my other problems. My head was pounding since I’d mixed a bunch of different types of alcohol and barely finished the bottle of water Mason gave me. Despite the water and the mint I’d eaten, my mouth tasted like I’d had a snack out of Enyo’s litter box. At least I wasn’t nauseous, but I still felt rough as hell. I needed water, coffee, and ibuprofen, fast.
Mason turned over behind me, and I knew he was completely awake. I didn’t move. I wasn’t ready to face what I’d done. “I can tell you’re awake, Elijah. I’ll leave if you want me to. I was too tired to drive last night. Thanks for letting me crash here.” I hadn’t reallylethim, but hadn’t stopped him either.
I finally sat up in bed, facing away from him as I swung my legs over the side and pulled the covers tightly around my waist as I moved. I looked at my dresser, trying to figure out how to grab a pair of shorts without walking across the room naked. I didn’t see my clothes from the previous night, and I wasn’t sure where they’d been tossed. I was aware that he’d seen me last night in my full glory, and watched me ride his dick like it was the damn cavalry come to save me, but sober and in the morninglight... I didn’t want him to see me now.
He must have understood my dilemma, because hewasn’tshy, and he climbed right out of bed and walked around it into my line of vision, forcing me to look at him.Holy fuck.How was he so hot? Way hotter than he’d ever been in high school. Those tattoos all over him, the muscles that were bulging even though he wasn’t flexing, the stubble all over his face, that fucking jaw... his thick cock. I finally caught myself and turned away. He walked over to the dresser I’d been staring at and said, “Which drawer?”
“Top one,” I muttered, averting my eyes. I saw him walk over to it in my peripheral vision, and I couldn’t stop the glance at his toned ass. He pulled the drawer open and I looked away again before he tossed a pair of cotton shorts onto the bed beside me. He walked over to the foot of the bed and grabbed his pants, then he pulled them on, still facing me even though I refused to look. His body was top-notch, and I didn’t remember his face being so fucking perfect even back when I had a crush on him as a teenager.
He had dark circles, and sadness embedded deep in those hazel eyes that he was trying to cover up, the only things marring his perfection. I suddenly remembered the first time his skin had touched mine the previous night. The pain he was trying to keep inside was overwhelming. I dared to glance over at him.
