Page 23 of The Fighter

He didn’t speak, as he reached around his body with his lubed-up fingers. They’d only been inside of me seconds ago and now they were inside of him. The muscles in his forearm flexed as he worked to prepare himself. I wanted to see, I wanted to watch him get ready for me, but I figured beggars couldn’t be choosers. I was going to fuck Con.Fuck him. And I just hoped I didn’t come the second I was inside of him.

He straddled me, with his back to me, and held my cock up. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but watch as he rose to his knees, positioning my cock at his entrance, then lowered, taking me inside of him.

He was tight, really fucking tight, and incredibly hot. I’d never fucked a man, not ever. Women, a few times, when I was drunk enough to pretend they were someone else. But this was the first time I’d ever been inside of a man.

And God, what a fucking first. Con looked at me over his shoulder, gray eyes blazing. “Make it good for me, Tav.” Then he leaned back, one hand on my stomach, and began to ride me.

I wanted to watch, but I had to close my eyes and get myself under control first. When I felt that I could keep the orgasm at bay, I popped my eyes open to watch as my cock plunged in and out of Con’s ass. His spine snaked as he rolled his hips, so that he looked almost serpentine. If he turned around and flickedhis tongue, I wouldn’t have been surprised. Con’s flesh was unmarked and smooth, fucking beautiful, with defined muscles. There was no mistake he was a man. No mistake that this was who I was fucking. He didn’t let me forget it either, twisting his neck to eye me over his shoulder, biting down onto his bottom lip in a way that made me think my name was right there, on the tip of his tongue, on the edge of his lips.

“How do I feel, Tav?” he whispered.

I was straining on the ropes, pulling them. I thought the veins in my neck were going to pop out of my skin with the force I was using to hold my orgasm at bay. “You feel like a fucking dream, Con.”

“A fucking dream,” he repeated, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He rocked harder now, his one hand working himself. “Yeah,” he said softly. “This is a fucking dream.”

He began to come then, and I felt his hot cum splash on my legs as a groan ripped from his throat. His muscles milked my cock as he pulsed around me. And that’s when I let go, finally, and it felt like all of me, every ounce of blood, cum, plasma along with chunks of flesh were handed over to Con in that moment.

I wasn’t sure what words tumbled from my lips, or what I looked like. All I knew was that when I opened my eyes, Con was removing the condom, throwing it in a waste can beside his bed. Then he was crawling up my body, kissing me, nibbling my lips, sucking on my tongue.

He rested his forehead against mine, brushing his thumbs over my cheekbones, taking care not to touch the bandage. He was breathing as hard as me, his breath gusting over my skin. “Where’d you come from, Tav?” he said, almost to himself. “Where the hell did you come from?”

I looked into his eyes, pupils dilated so there was barely any blue. I was too fucked out to lie, so I just didn’t answer hisquestion. “Why does it matter, when what’s important is I’m here right now?”

He blinked, then pulled back a little, so I could see his lips twitch into a smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

TEN

Conrad

Tav’s eyes were calm, his body at complete rest underneath mine. I never would have thought he’d get to this point, not compared to when I first met him, when that energy had been simmering, ready to unleash.

His eyes, which often looked as if they were swirling, mixing, storming in a maelstrom of color, were placid now. Peaceful. He was smart too, intuitive. I liked how he thought before he spoke, not wasting words and not talking just to hear himself speak. Every day, all day, I was surrounded by men who talked without listening, without hearing themselves. It was exhausting. Tav was a breath of fresh air. Fresh air I hadn’t realized existed. Which now seemed as essential to breathing as oxygen.

I pulled back, running my hands down his forearms, over his biceps, squeezing the muscles of his chest. My ass ached a little as I shifted off. I didn’t bottom much. In fact, I rarely did. Not because I didn’t like it, but I rarely found men that I wanted to do it with, who I felt could make it good for me.

Tav though… well, I’d known he’d be amazing. Just like him, his cock was long and thick. At rest now, Tav’s thick cock lay soft against his thigh. Hard, it was a work of art.

I could get addicted to it. To Tav. To being with him, to looking into those eyes, to the control he gave me with his silent nods. I looked away from him, cursing myself to regain control. The ultimatum lingered in the air between us in this post-coitus haze. I could nearly see it, this gray cloud that threatened to rain on our afterglow. I needed a minute to gather myself, to take a breather from his bruised face and naked body so that I could be firm with him. He’d returned to me, which meant I got something from him. We’d agreed on this when he’d been at my office.

I didn’t bother with shoes, just slipped on a pair of jeans and a henley shirt. I glanced at Tav, who lay silent on the bed, watching me with hooded eyes. Maybe he needed a breather too. I forced myself to speak clearly. “I’m going to clean up and finish some work that I need to get done.”

Tav didn’t answer. So I pushed.

I needed to learn not to push.

“I’ll leave you there, tied up,” I said, not looking at him as I grabbed the tray off the nightstand. “Because I think you have some things you need to think about before we talk. Wewilltalk.”

I should have been watching. If I had, I wouldn’t have missed the alarm building, the tension in his body. Instead, as soon as I finished talking, a deafening roar came from the bed.

I dropped the tray onto the floor as the entire bed began to shake. Tav bucked and twisted, fighting against the ropes, while screaming, his voice hoarse. “No! No! Stop!Red! Untie me! Untie me, now, youmotherfucker.Untie me!”

His skin was flushed red, the veins in his neck and arms nearly popping out of his skin. The headboard rattled against thewall, taking chunks of drywall with it. I should have been scared. Tav probably outweighed me by seventy-five pounds, but all I could think was calming him, finding out what happened and making sure it never happened again. His wrists were already rubbing raw underneath the ropes as he struggled. I didn’t care about my bed or my wall. I cared aboutTav.

I straddled his body, gripping with my thighs as he tried to buck me off. “Stop, Tav! Please!” My fingers dug into the rope to untie it, but he wasn’t helping, only make the bindings tighter and tighter as he struggled.

And his body under me was like a feral mustang, bucking and screaming, slick with a panicked sweat that scented the air with a sick tang. I scrambled off him, falling on my ass as he continued to rage. I flung open the top drawer of my dresser, the contents crashing to the floor. I dug through the random assortment of objects until I found what I was looking for.

Then I was back at the side of the bed, and with two slashes of a pocketknife, Tav was free from the bed.