Page 17 of Love Hate | AllFreeNovel

“You’ve got a stubborn streak inside you like a mile fucking wide, don’t you, Andy?” Trevor leaned forward and exhaled slowly over my neck, his breath dragging across the tiny hairs there, causing every single one of them to stand on end. “But we’ve done this dance for years. You have to know I’m going to win.” His face moved even closer, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “I always win.”

“Have you ever touched another guy’s dick before?” I asked him, hoping the crudeness of the question would knock some fucking sense into him.

“No,” he admitted.

“And you’re really comfortable bullying me into letting you touch mine first?” I challenged him. “What are you doing?”

“The same thing I always do,” he answered, a grin spreading over his face. “Whatever the fuck I want. You should try it sometime, Princess.”

“Some of us don’t have that luxury,” I argued.

We were still practically but not quite touching, the smell of him assaulting me, the heat from his body radiating over mine, my erection twitching against my fly and my head was starting to swim as blood seemed to continually flow downward, doing nothing to help me think.

All I had to do was tell him no. Push him away. Walk out. He wouldn’t stop me. I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but I did. He’d told me that he wouldn’t touch me unless I asked for it, and I believed him.

Something had drastically shifted between us. He clearly wasn’t angry at me anymore. Of course, he’d never had a reason to be in the first place. But he’d seemed to have accepted the truth of the fact that I hadn’t instigated this fucked up thing between us.

And if this was his idea of an apology…he desperately needed to learn better. Because this was torture. This was worse than anything he’d ever done to me before. I’d rather he hit me.

“Trevor, please,” I whimpered, my eyes sliding closed, unable to look at him any longer.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.” I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I finally allowed myself to admit the truth.

Part of me expected him to laugh at me. To walk away and use this as one more thing to torture me with, to punish me for.

But my head fell back against the wall as his palm pressed firm and flat against my cock, slowly moving up and down my shaft, the sensation drawing a deep sigh from my chest.

If this was all he did, I could live with it for the rest of my life. If he kept that pressure, that pace, I’d come in my pants and be absolutely fine with it.

But apparently he wanted more from the experience than that, and I actually jumped in surprise when he unbuttoned my jeans. My eyes flew open and I stared at him, but he just held my gaze and smirked as he lowered my zipper then shoved his hand inside my boxers, his warm, slightly rough fingers closing around my cock.

“Trevor.” His name was almost a prayer as it slid softly across my lips, the word almost more breath than sound.

“That’s a good boy,” he hissed against my ear. “Come for me.”

As if my body had no choice but to obey, my balls jerked and my release poured out of me, spilling over his hand, against my stomach, warm and wet and thick.