Chapter Ten #2
Simon props himself up with his arms behind him, still laughing. “Fuck’s sake, take that thing off. I’m on PrEP. I also never fuck around with clients without protection.”
“You’re saying I’m not a client?” I nearly growl the words.
He bats his eyelashes. “Our dinner date was over a long time ago. Sir.”
“I got tested when I found out about Tony.” I’m already ripping the damn thing off.
“Good.” He rolls onto all fours. “Now, hurry up and destroy me for all other men or whatever you promised you were going to do.”
“You roll back over and do it now. We are not using the same position I caught you and Tony in.” If I also get to see his big eyes staring up at me this way, that’s only a bonus.
Simon flips again, spreading his legs for easy access. “Okay, here I am. Destroy me, Daddy.”
I roll my eyes. “Tell me to stop if I do something you don’t like.”
“As long as you don’t try to tie me up, we’ll be fine.”
No restraints then. Fine. I file the information away, even though I don’t need to.
“Good.” I lube up my fingers and immediately slide two inside. He seemed to like that last time, and I’m too excited to wait.
For my effort, I get a long hiss, followed by a drawn-out “Oh fuck yes.”
I get even harder when his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
Working my fingers farther in, I spread them out before curling them toward me, seeking out his spot.
Once I find it, I brush it gently, and then not so gently, until he’s writhing and begging. “More, Sebastian. Please.”
How can I say no to that? I add a third finger, working him until neither of us can stand it anymore. And when I drive inside him, I’m thankful he said he likes it rough, because I’m too hungry for him to hold back.
Using my hands to bend his legs up, I find the angle that makes him cry out again and again. I plunge into him recklessly. Over and over, hard and fast, as if it’s a race and there’s a medal at the finish line.
If I thought I could, I’d drag it out forever. But he’s been so good to me, so patient, aside from the squirming. I want to reward him.
And I want to come inside him.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck me. Fuckmefuckme. Harder. Harder.”
By the time my orgasm is approaching, he’s making noises like an animal. He’s pulling his hair and clutching at the sheets. Moaning my name like he’s in pain and I’m the one with the antidote.
“God, I need more,” he begs. “Hurt me. Hurt me.”
So I slap the sides of his hips. I dig my fingers into his legs. “Touch yourself. Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”
He brings his hands up, stroking with his fingers.
With what must be a maniacal grin, I pull one of his legs over my shoulder and sink my teeth into his calf.
“Holy fuck. Oh, God. That hurts…so fucking good.”
“I didn’t say pat your nipples like a baby bunny at the petting zoo. I said pinch them. Pull them. Rub them fucking raw.”
He complies with a gasp. He tweaks the light brown nubs, digging in with his blunt fingernails until they’re bright red.
“Sebastian, can I touch my dick now? I need to. I’m so close.”
I don’t answer, leaning over him instead to take his nipple between my teeth. His hips buck beneath me, and he whines—such a pretty sound.
“Sebastian, please.”
But I’m not done yet. I promised to make him feel me for a week. So I push inside him all the way, and then I stop.
“No! No way. What are you doing? I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. Dammit, you asshole, you keep fucking me right now, or I’ll—”
He falls silent, eyes blazing. Chest heaving. His hole grasps and squeezes me deliciously.
“Or you’ll what, Simon?”
I get no answer. Nothing but an expression that promises murder and the tight clenching of his channel around me in a way that I could almost swear is meant as revenge.
I coat my hand with more lube, especially my thumb. Then I pull out slightly and slide my thumb along my shaft. Slowly, carefully, spreading him wider.
“Oh fuck!” His upper body bows upward off the bed.
“Tell me to stop,” I remind him.
But he doesn’t tell me to stop. He just squirms and pants as I slide my thumb inside him, his hands pressed to the mattress, fingers flexing.
“No fucking way. Oh fuck,” he repeats.
My thumb is inside him now. “There we go.”
His hole is dilated, but he still squeezes his muscles. I could almost pass out from the pleasure. I’m fuzzy and euphoric the way I feel when I’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne. If I could stay inside him like this all the time, I’d never drink again.
“Holy shit. Is this what doubling feels like? I bet it’s close. Oh, Jesus. You’ve got to fuck me. Please, Sebastian. Please move. Please, please, please.”
“I do love hearing you beg.” I slide out of him, partway, and then push back in. “Stroke your cock, Simon.”
His hand flies over his angry, reddened erection, and I begin to fuck him again with every ounce of enthusiasm in me. Seeing him spread out before me is almost too much to take. Combined with his tight heat and my thumb rubbing against my cock, it isn’t long before I’m exploding inside him.
Also not long before, with a harsh shout, he’s painting his chest and stomach.
We kiss, messy and rough, before I pull myself out of him, and then we slowly roll apart. I realize I’m reluctant to let go. I don’t know when I last enjoyed kissing and touching someone like this.
“We should shower,” I say. The one we took together last night hasn’t left my mind.
“Give me a minute. I think you fucked my brains out.” His eyelids are drooping, and a yawn escapes his mouth.
“Tired?”
“I’m fine. I just… Twelve-hour shifts, you know? Plus, all of this. It’s a lot, sometimes.”
So I clean him off with the corner of a black satin sheet and pull him toward me. It’s been a while since I’ve held anyone. Long before I caught Tony cheating. Maybe that should’ve been a warning sign. Anyway, this feels nice right now.
It’s the middle of the day on a Saturday. Lehman’s been on me to take a break. I think I will.
“That was hot today.” He yawns again, and his eyes drift closed. “The way you fucked up Donny. It shouldn’t have been. But it was.”
I stroke a hand along his arm. “I would fuck up anyone who tried to hurt you,” I whisper.
I’m shocked by the words as they leave my mouth, but there’s no way to call them back. Shouldn’t I know better, after what just happened with Tony? There’s no room in my life for anything beyond this moment Simon and I have right now.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Simon’s eyelids flutter, and his breathing evens out.
He’s already asleep.