Rage

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Levi

" F ucking finally," I say, leaning against the bed of Adam's big, shiny, black truck.

"Get in," he hisses, looking over his shoulder to check if anyone is watching. He parks all the way around the back of the lot because his massive vehicle doesn't fit into a normal parking spot, so I don't think he has too much to worry about. But there are only so many things I can pick on him for in one afternoon.

"Why exactly does anyone need a truck this big?" I ask as I buckle myself in, lifting an eyebrow at the pristine condition of the cab. It still smells like new leather and money.

"I probably don't, and it gets terrible gas mileage," Adam replies as he pulls out of the lot and onto the road. I don't ask where we're going, because I don't actually care. He can take me behind a dumpster at an inland seafood restaurant if it means I get to see golden boy Adam Havre on his knees with my cock in his mouth. "It's convenient sometimes, though. Like if someone needs help to move, or if we need to transport fifty cases of water and a ton of other stuff across the state line for hurricane relief.”

I nod, trying to focus on his words and not on the way his mouth moves.

He wears his happiness and pride over his usefulness all over his face. His lips are pulled into a broad grin, and I've decided that I've either done something very, very right or I'm being punished in some deviously clever way, because this man has dimples. Fucking dimples!

"It is a big truck bed…” His smile drops, eyes wide and serious as he focuses on the road more intently than he was before, squirming in his seat. Just as we're pulling into a long driveway, I unbuckle my seat and lean across the center console to lick his earlobe. "I can think of some things I could do to you in this truck. There's plenty of space?—"

"We're here!" he shouts, his voice almost cracking with nerves. Did he forget that we left explicitly to get some privacy? And where is here ? Was he not driving us somewhere secluded so we can suck each other dry?

Apparently not. Because when I pull my attention from him, I notice we're sitting in a large U-shaped driveway in front of the biggest house I've ever seen up close. A bona fide mansion.

"Is this where you live?" I can't decide if I'm impressed or disgusted, or an anxious mix of both.

"It's my parent's house. I stay here between semesters, though, yeah."

I whistle as I follow him around the side of the house.

"My church clothes not fancy enough to take me through the front door?"

"W-what? No. I— This is?—"

"I'm kidding, Adam. Chill."

He makes a face, pausing once he unlocks the door. "I don't know what I'm doing here."

"You needed to change your clothes," I remind him gently. He relaxes slightly. "And suck my cock," I add, leaning in next to him to push the door open. He stumbles inside, and I follow, chuckling. He's too easy.

We enter what looks to be a basement that has been turned into a large living space. It's decorated like something out of a magazine, masculine but also too fashionable to really fit Adam's personality. He strikes me as the collectibles, sports paraphernalia, and framed posters kind of guy. Maybe some fancy model cars.

"You like video games?" I ask, gesturing towards the entertainment center that holds what looks like every gaming console available.

"Not really," he says. "It's all, um, Christmas and birthday presents, I guess." He shrugs awkwardly. "Poor little rich boy," he says sarcastically.

"Not so little," I say, raking my eyes down his muscular body. "Might want to get started changing out of those pants if you're going to make it to the old folk's home on time."

"Retirement home," he corrects. "And I thought… I thought you'd be the one taking your pants off this time?"

His voice is almost sheepish, and he can barely look me in the eye. And just like that, I'm hard. To be fair, I've been halfway here since this morning, but one look at his sweet, shy expression and I'm moments from blowing my load.

"How about we both get naked and see how we're feeling?" I'm desperate to see him in all his glory. So far, all our play has been stolen moments in dark corners.

Like I have all the time and patience in the world, I kick off my shoes. Unbuttoning my shirt as I walk towards him, I lay it neatly over the edge of the couch. I do the same with my pants, letting Adam make a meal out of watching me strip down for him. And then I'm standing there in nothing but a pair of black low-rise briefs that are doing very little to hold back my straining erection. I cup myself and cock my head to the side.

"I want to see you," I tell him, my voice gravelly and low.

As if he'd forgotten what he was supposed to be doing, Adam makes quick work of stripping down to his white boxers. The head of his cock is peeking through the slit in the front.

"All of it."

Like the good boy he is, Adam drops his boxers and lets me see him. All that perfect golden skin and sculpted muscle. And then there's his cock. Of course he has a big, thick, gorgeous cock. Not that mine is anything to scoff at. I'm pretty proud of it. But Adam's cock is something to behold. He's thick and long, much bigger than mine. The head of his cock is bulbous and pink, the circumcised skin taut and flushed with blood flow. He's got neatly groomed pubic hair that manages to look soft and luxurious, and large, heavy balls pulled up close to his body.

I can tell just from the way he's holding himself still, the tremble in his limbs, and the way his breathing comes in small, harsh pants that it won't take much to make him come. He's been pretty quick to the trigger the few times I've messed around with him so far. It makes him so much fun to play with.

"You're dripping for me," I say, eyes glued on the pearls of liquid that drip from his tip.

Slowly, like I'm stalking prey, I move into his space. Brushing a finger over the dark pink head of his cock, I bring it to my lips before changing my mind, reaching out to smear it across his lips instead. Adam's eyes dilate and fix to my mouth. He's near vibrating with tension, or excitement, I'm not sure which is the more prevalent feeling at the moment. Cupping the back of his neck, I pull him closer. I lick at his lips, tasting his cum and his nervousness, before gripping the back of his head with both hands to steady him while I thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth. I kiss him like a starving man, licking into him until he's breathless and needy. His cock glides along mine and presses into my stomach. I don't even think he's aware his body is trying to rut against mine.

I pull my lips from his, still holding his head in place while I look into his eyes. I like him like this. He looks wrecked. Out of his mind with lust, in a headspace that his internalized homophobia and self-consciousness can't reach. All mine to do with as I please.

Without a word, I dig my fingers into the back of his hair. "Get on your knees for me, Adam. Worship my cock."

His eyes shutter. I'm not sure if it's because of arousal or if I've offended his delicate sensibilities, but either way, he drops slowly to his knees in front of me. He doesn't touch me or look away from my eyes. A jolt of arousal shoots through me like electricity when I realize he's waiting for me to tell him what to do. I could give him permission to explore and take it slow, let him ease into it. But we don't have that kind of time and I don't have that kind of patience.

Gripping the base of my cock, I give myself a few slow strokes before guiding the head to Adam's lips. I paint his lips with my pre-cum, making them glossy. His tongue darts out to taste me on his lips, first tentatively, then rolling his lips in to clean them.

"You like that, sweet boy?" The nod he gives me, his eyes dark with need and apprehension, makes my cock pulse in my hand. Is he doing this because he really wants to, or because he wants to please me in return for all the things I've made him feel? Have I made him feel obligated?

Maybe.

"Lick it."

Adam darts his tongue out to give my cockhead a quick, tentative lick, rolling my taste around his mouth before doing it again. This time it's a longer, firmer swipe over the whole head. Then he runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of my cock, from where my hand is holding the base, all the way to the tip. He licks me like a melting popsicle on a hot day, and that's exactly how I'm starting to feel. I watch him for a few minutes, intrigued by his growing confidence and interest in his task. It's taking all the self-control I have not to explode all over his face before he's even sucked me properly.

"That's good. Now open that pretty mouth for me, Adam. Nice and wide."

Adam takes a shaky breath and does as I command. The sight of this Adonis on his knees, mouth open and waiting, has me tightening my grip around my base and pulling my balls roughly to stave off orgasm. Not too slowly, but with more restraint than I thought I had, I feed my cock between his lips and push inside. I rub the head of my cock on his tongue in small thrusts before pushing farther back, all the way until I reach his gag reflex. I don't pull back, holding still. With one hand gripping the base of my cock, I use the other to push a lock of loose hair off his forehead and caress his cheek. My fingers stroke his jaw and slide down his neck, soothing him.

"Breathe through your nose and relax. That's better. Good. So good," I praise as I begin to thrust again.

I can hear his short breaths coming through his nostrils, and his neck all but lolls back, letting me have control of this throat, which I take advantage of. I test the limits of what both of us can take, fucking into him in harder, deeper thrusts.

"God damn. You take me so good."

He gags on a deep thrust, and it does something to me that I should probably be ashamed of. With one hand on the back of his head, and the other on his throat, I indulge in the vibrations of his moans and gags. His hands come up to rest on my thighs, but he doesn't push me away or stop me. He lets me face fuck his virgin throat until the vibrations of his moans and gagging drives me to an edge I can't come back with. Adam falls back on his heels and gasps in ragged breaths when I pull out of his hot, wet mouth.

"Fuuuuuck ," I groan, as thick white streams of cum jet from my cock and splash across Adam's sweet, unsuspecting face. He cries out, and I feel something warm and wet hit my inner calf and across one of my feet.

Jesus, did he just come?

"Oh, you sweet, dirty boy. You liked choking on my cock so much you made a mess. Or is it the mess you liked?" I ask, wiping the cum from his eyes. He groans when I force my fingers into his mouth, feeding him my orgasm. "Who knew you'd be such a dirty little cum slut?" His face flames, and he tries to close his eyes, but I'm not having it. "My sweet cum slut," I say, bending down to hover my mouth over his. I lick my own release from his cheek before shoving my tongue into his mouth. He sucks at it greedily.

Adam only balks a little when I straighten and tell him to clean up the mess he made. I tsk and shake my head when he reaches for his discarded t-shirt on the ground. Now that his lust has passed, and he has some mental clarity, he's second guessing himself and what he clearly knows I want him to do. I keep my face impassive but expectant, my lips curving into a cruel smile when Adam bends to complete his task. By the time Adam has licked up half his own mess from my leg and foot, he's nearly hard again.

"Where's your shower?" I ask, checking my phone screen for the time. "We're good if we're quick." There's just enough time for me to make my next move.

Trusting that I have a handle on the time, Adam nods and stands on trembling legs. I follow him to a room that obviously belongs to him. Unlike the main living space, it feels like Adam actually lives here. There's a king-sized bed with a dark blue comforter; the bed is made and the edges are tucked in perfectly. A large mirrored cross hangs on the wall above the bed, but the rest of the dark grey walls are decorated with framed sports memorabilia posters. Several bookshelves surround a large bay window with a window seat. Random nicknacks are scattered through the room, including a few model cars and trophies. It smells so strongly of Adam that I find myself taking deep inhales, as if I could infuse the scent of his subtle cologne into my brain.

Adam leads me to a wooden door that slides open, exposing a lavish ensuite bathroom that would rival an extravagant hotel. I'm tempted to talk Adam into soaking in the massive jacuzzi tub instead of going anywhere, but we both have work to do.

A towel is pressed into my hands, and I look away from the bathtub to meet Adam's smiling eyes.

"I want to live in that," I say, pointing to the jacuzzi I've been ogling.

"I've actually never used it," he says, gritting his teeth in a guilty smile.

"That's blasphemous, Adam."

He chuckles. "I'd say you're welcome to take a swim in it, but?—"

"We don't have time. Rain check, maybe."

"Yeah. Maybe."

We stare at each other until enough steam has built up in the room to break our momentary trance.

"Oh, um. The shower's ready for you. I'll be down the hall, but everything you need should be—" I cut him off with a kiss.

"This shower is plenty big enough for both of us," I tell him. "Besides, we don't have much more time. Might as well make the most out of it. Who knows when we'll have privacy like this again?"

Adam doesn't argue or resist when I take him by the hand and pull him into the shower. The moment the door is closed, I attack, pressing him against the frosted glass and kissing him hungrily. His needy cock presses insistently against my stomach. I break our kiss to look down at it, my eyebrow raised. I'm honestly impressed with his recovery rate. Then again, despite coming my brains out less than twenty minutes ago, I'm halfway there myself.

I don't know if it's the heat of the shower or embarrassment turning Adam's cheeks so red. "I love how needy you are for it. How ready you always are."

"I can't help it," he says shyly. "I've spent my whole life holding back, and now it's like I can't stop. I even—" he cuts himself off, but I have to know what he's so embarrassed about.

"Even what, Adam? Tell me."

Mouth pursed into a thin line, he shakes his head. "It's nothing," he says, turning away from me to duck under the spray of the rainfall shower.

"Nothing, my ass," I mutter, moving in behind him and snatching the loofah from his hands. I hold it out for him to pour on body wash, then get to work washing his back, arms, ass and thighs. Instead of turning him around to do the front, I plaster myself to his back and reach around, washing his chest while my now fully hard cock rests against the bottom of his ass. I hum appreciatively when he pushes back against me. When he's turned on enough, he doesn't seem to be aware of what he's doing and lets his instincts take over. I fucking love it. Not just because I am readily available to take full advantage of his needs and curiosity, but because watching him experience even a fleeting moment of freedom when he comes undone is like nothing else I've seen or felt before. It's a fucking beautiful sight, and it makes me regret playing games with him even more.

I didn't expect to have this much of a reaction to him. I've all but forgotten my purpose for getting close to him in the first place and have fully focused all my attention on wanting Adam. My goal of turning Adam Havre into my desperate little cock slut is still firmly at the top of my priorities, but I keep forgetting the why of it all. Exploiting him to get back at his father is an afterthought. Fucking him because I want to, because I want to make him feel good, has overshadowed the anger and hatred that made me decide to pursue Adam in the first place. All I can think about is how badly I want my dick inside that big, beautiful, muscular ass. I want to fuck him so badly, to make him beg for it?—

Adam tenses in my arms, and I realize that I'm thrusting against him, just enough that my cock is sliding through his cheeks. I didn't even notice I was doing it, lost in my thoughts of how badly I want him. Jesus, I don't know how it's possible to want someone this much.

Maybe after I fuck him, at least once in every position I can think of, I'll be able to walk away.

"Sorry," I mutter softly, kissing his shoulder. "You're just so fucking sexy."

"It—It's okay. You can t-touch me… there. "

A pained groan rumbles through me, and I bury my face between his shoulder blades.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy.” He shivers at the contact of my lips and tongue on his skin. “Put your hands on the wall.”

There's a moment of hesitation before Adam complies, and I can tell he isn't completely sure about what's happening. I want to ask him if he trusts me, but hearing him say it will make me feel even more like the piece of shit I am.

I’ll just have to make up for it by blowing his mind with pleasure.

With that in mind, I make my way down his body, trailing kisses and lapping at the drops of water rolling down the small of his back. When I'm on my knees behind him, I trail my fingers lightly over his ankles, up his calves, and across the backs of his thighs, where I tap him to widen his stance before I gently grip his juicy ass cheeks and spread him wide for me. His pretty pink hole stares back at me, winking as he clenches his body with nerves. At the first swipe of my tongue, he whimpers so prettily, I could cry.