38. Chapter 35
B anks’s voice carries through the heavy door, and I pause, eyes going wide. He didn’t… couldn’t…
Pulling the door open, my thoughts swirl when I see him standing there, chest heaving, arms raised, and fingers latched onto the frame. He barges in, blowing past me as I gape at him.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I bark, shaking my thoughts away. He didn’t say anything to stop me, yet here he is, storming into my apartment like I owe him something. “Get the fuck out!”
He stomps back to me, stopping centimeters from my face. “Did you fuck him?”
“That’s rich, coming from you,” I spit.
One of his hands circles my throat, tipping my head back to look him in the eye. “Did. You. Fuck. Him?”
My smile sparks something behind his nearly unreadable eyes, and he pushes me into the wall, lips crashing down on mine.
God. I’ve missed him.
This.
How he commands, takes charge, and makes my body melt to his will.
“Did you suck his cock like a good little slut?” He whispers into my mouth, making my cock grow and leak. “Was it as good as mine?” I hate how his words take hold of me, how he knows exactly what to say to make me want to hate fuck him into tomorrow.
“Actually, he sucked me down like I was his favorite fucking candy,” I snarl, uncaring if it hurts him. He’s done plenty worse to me.
“I’m going to make you forget he even exists,” he growls. “Be a good boy, and take off those pants.”
I do as he says.
I shouldn’t, but fuck me. His chest is heaving, eyes dilated, and fuck, I want him to do all kinds of fucked up things to my body.
“That’s right, baby,” he croons as I step out of my pants. “Look how hard you are for me.”
His hand goes to the button on his pants, and I lick my lips, my anticipation running high. He palms himself through the material, and I groan, standing in the kitchen butt-ass naked and waiting for him to touch me.
To do something .
“On your knees, Fancy.”
Immediately dropping to my knees, I watch him step forward. The clink of his jeans being torn open has me gripping my cock. Running my hand up and down to give me some relief.
“I didn’t say you could touch, baby,” kicking my hand away, he tuts. “Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.”
I do, immediately and without thought. I love this. I crave this, surrendering control.
“Good boy,” he praises, whipping out his cock and laying the tip on my tongue. I groan at the taste of precum. The sight alone is nearly enough to make me lose it. His cock is perfect, saliva pools in the corners of my mouth, and I whimper. “Still so eager to swallow my cock.”
I nod, flicking my eyes up to his. The way he stares down at me, pissed off, forcing himself to wait. He’s so fucking hot.
His control snaps, and his hips with it. Shoving his length all the way into my throat. I gag at the surprise intrusion and spit drips from his cock when he pulls out.
Groaning, he guides himself back into my mouth and rocks his hips forward and back. Hollowing out my cheeks, I roll my tongue around his cock and suck. His hands tangle in my hair, and he holds my head as he pumps in and out of my mouth.
“Hot damn,” he grunts, pulling out and lifting me to my feet. His eyes look around the space, settling on the counter. “Belly down, baby.”
I roll my eyes but comply, bending over and laying flat on my stomach over the cool countertop. Exposing my ass to him, his palm cracks across one cheek, and I cry out, “Fuck!”
My cock drips against the wood cabinets, waiting for him to slap my ass again.
“This is my ass, Henry.” His voice is like silk in my ear as his weight settles on top of me. His hand planted on the counter by my head draws my attention as the other palms my ass. “Mine.”
His fingers nudge the ring of muscles between my cheeks, “Are you going to be a good little slut and suck my fingers?” Turning my head to the other side, I open my mouth, eager to feel him inside of me.
Lubing up his fingers, he presses one into my hole, causing me to hiss. Spit lands in my crack, and I moan out my delight. He works his finger in and out, I can feel his knuckles as they scrape the tight ring of muscle there.
Bucking against his finger, I silently plead for more. He obliges, offering me exactly what I want. Scissoring his fingers inside of my ass, he pulls them out and back in, stretching me as he does.
“Do you want my cock, baby?” His fingers withdraw, and I’m left feeling empty and fucking needy.
“Yes! Please, Banks.” I cry out when he shifts away from me, but I turn in time to see him opening a jar of coconut oil he must have swiped from the stove. He lathers his cock in it and then uses the same hand to coat my hole.
Slowly, the tip of his cock rests against my entrance pushing forward in slow movements. When his head breaks through the first ring of muscle, I suck in a sharp breath as he sighs and rocks back on his heels.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, Henry. Relax for me, and I’ll take care of you.” He moans, slowly moving forward. In two inches and out one inch until he’s fully seated. Filling my ass with his cock until I feel so full I could cry. “Look at you, Fancy. Taking every inch of me and squirming for more.”
His words make me want to combust. Instead, I wiggle, trying to make him move.
“You love this, don’t you?” He says, threading his fingers through my hair, lifting my chest off the counter while he withdraws almost his entire length. “My bare cock inside of you, filling you until you scream.” He roughly thrusts back in, making me do just that. I let out a scream with his name as he rutts into me over and over.
I’m incoherent with lust, moaning out unintelligible words. He feels so fucking good, rolling his hips into my ass like I was made for him. As if no time at all has passed between us.
At this angle, my cock is pressed painfully into the cabinets, adding to the pleasure he’s wringing from my body. My spine tingles as his hips begin a punishing rhythm, and his words take on a growl. He fists my hair, pulling me up so my back is pressed firmly to his chest.
“I love the way you moan, baby.” His lips rove up and down my neck, teeth scraping my throat. “And I love the beard, it’s so fucking sexy.”
A small whimper escapes me, and he pulls us back, reaching around to grip my cock in his sure fingers.
“Are you going to cum for me, Fancy?” He matches his pumps with his hips, driving me wild. “Cum all over your pretty pretend house, so you’ll never forget who made you lose yourself.”
A gasp parts my lips as he continues.
“I—I’m… God, Banks.” My orgasm builds.
“Give me what I’ve earned, baby. I want to see you coat this counter while I punish this ass with my cock.” His command sends me over the edge, and I feel him rip the orgasm from me with his name on my lips as I spill everywhere.
He doesn’t let up, chasing his own orgasm, “I’m going to fill your ass with my cum, and you’re going to feel me drip out of you for hours.”
My dick is empty, and my stomach is filled with sparks.
“Tell me you understand, Henry.”
“I understand,” I whimper, twisting in his grip to meet his lips with mine, and he groans into my mouth as he licks my tongue.
“Fuck,” he bites my bottom lip. “Fu-uckkkkkkkk.” He spills inside of me, as he promised and we stay there locked together in silence. The only sound is our mutual breathing.
When he steps back, easing his dick out of me, he tucks himself away without a word, leaving the silence to take up space between us.
“Get out,” I snip, locating my clothes and coming to my senses. I should have told him no, shouldn’t have let my slight drunkenness and hurt heart let him in.
I’m so fucking stupid.
He’s engaged, damnit.
To someone else.
Someone who’s probably searching for him right now.
“Fucking dammit, Banks, get out!” I scream, hugging my clothes to my chest and hating myself for being so weak.
“H–“
“No!” I warn. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say right now. God, I wish I could just hate you.”
He hangs his head, neck tingeing red. Turning to walk to the door, he pulls the handle and hesitates a moment before throwing it wide and walking out. I wait until the lock engages before running to my bathroom and emptying my stomach.
He’s going to marry someone else, and I let him fuck me. I let him make me come so hard I saw stars.
Staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the scent of sex and regret, I hate myself just a little bit.