I close my eyes, and I’m back in the shop, yesterday, with Tek yelling at me. Only what really happened, isn’t what I see.
I see him slamming me against the wall, eyes dark and possessive, one hand on my jaw, the other bunching my shirt into a fist.
I can still feel it: his breath in my face, and the way he looked down at me like I was something he needed to destroy.
I trace my lips with the tip of my finger, and lightly brush my Adam’s apple and collar bone before sliding my hand under the waistband of my sweats. My skin’s cold, but my dick is hard.
Tek’s voice is low and mean.“Shut the fuck up,”he says, and grabs me by the hair only to push me to my knees.
With my mouth level with his cock, he roughly unbuttons his jeans, not caring if his grip on me hurts.
With his dick free I open wide because there’s nothing else I can do.
An unexpected moan hits my ears and my eyes open in shock because—
This isn’t what I like.
I’m always the one in control.
I tug my sweats down and spit in my palm.
I know therealTek, now. That's why I know this is how it has to happen.
It would never be like all the other times I imagined. There’d be no feeling. No emotion. That’s not how you hook up with someone you hate.
Hell, who am I kidding? He’d never touch me in a million years.
I close my eyes, anyway.
“Yeah, you like that, slut?”he taunts, but shoves his dick in my mouth before I can answer.
He’s still holding me, and I weave my own fingers into my hair, tugging tight to match the picture.
He uses me, and I let him. I shove down the ache in my gut that wants more, that needs so much more from him than what my imagination can give me.
I stroke myself, slow at first. The room is so quiet that I can hear the friction.
I imagine Tek’s words getting crueler.“You wanna be useful, kid? This is the only thing I can see you’re good for.”He pushes deeper, and I choke on it, eyes watering. I want to cry, but I want it more than anything.
My fantasy grows clearer, but meaner.
In my head, he pulls out and jerks himself off over my face, thumb digging into my open mouth until I can’t move. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t warn me, just comes, and I take it all.
I imagine the taste: bitter, hot, but still sweeter than I thought it’d be.
My hips snap up, and I bite down hard on my lip.
The futon creaks.
My hand is sticky with cum, but I don’t stop pumping, not even as my muscles cramp and my legs shake.
I hiss and curse out into the empty room.
I’m not submissive, but to be with Tek—just once—I know I’d take it however it came.
I relax back down, heart racing so fast I think I’ll pass out.
Sweat cools on my skin. It's so much colder than before. The AC must have switched off.
