Chapter 2 My Insolent Mouth #3
He blinked with surprise but then grinned wolfishly. Grabbing me by the harness, he pushed me against the wall by the door.
“You’re rude, boy. You could get a regular out of this if you tried a little harder.”
What was he talking about? “I’m not interested in regulars, grandpa.”
The low jab at his age only made him smile wider.
“You think you’re hot, so you get away with treating people like shit, don’t you? But in your business, you’d better learn to please. In a few years, your ass won’t be perky enough to compensate for your attitude.”
In my business… Confused, I cocked my head to the side, trying to puzzle the pieces together. “You think I’m a whore?” Well, I am, but I only do it for free.
He let go of the harness, leaning away with a frown. “I prefer the term escort. Aren’t you?”
“No! What the fuck?” Did he think he was hiring a prostitute? There went my promised dicking. “I’m leaving.” I moved to the door, but he braced his arm on the wall, blocking my way.
“My apologies. I must have misunderstood. There are a lot of escorts among the people downstairs, but I shouldn’t have assumed.” He gritted out the apology like he hated saying it.
“You seem like you have experience in fucking whores.”
“I do. I have a high opinion of them, too.”
“You should have recognized I wasn’t one.”
“Oh really? What should have tipped me off? Your modest attire, Mr. I’m-a-slut? Or your dry, virginal hole?”
“Fuck you!”
He gripped the harness again, almost lifting me off the floor, and my traitorous body lit up with renewed arousal.
“If you’re trying to rile me up, it’s working. I’m going to spank the attitude out of you.”
Even if I wanted to, I didn’t have time to argue because he flipped me and pushed me face-first into a wall.
“Safe word?”
“I…” I don’t want any.
“Just say no anytime,” he bit out.
The next second, my cum-stained shorts and jockstrap were on the floor by my feet.
He left the harness and the boots, and I imagined how I must look—standing with my legs spread, bare ass on display, high boots and harness, and nothing else.
My cock was hard again, sticking out proudly, the small sapphire at the tip glittering.
He grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and licked. His coarse beard scratched my sensitive skin, and his thick wet tongue delved inside me without preamble. All my anger, fear, and want merged into a fiery ball that settled in my underbelly.
Damn, that felt good. I pushed my ass out for more, and he licked deeper, humming.
This didn’t feel like the usual let’s-get-him-ready rimming. He ate at me with hunger, suckling and licking as if he wanted to consume me. He slurped up all the slick he teased out of me, groaning after each swallow. And I realized with a surge of lust he was rimming me so he could drink my slick.
Then all of a sudden, he pulled back and slapped my ass, hard.
I yelped, but the sting bloomed into a delicious warmth. Another spank. God, I’d missed this!
“How come you taste so good, hm?”
One more.
“Will it get you leaking if I spank you harder?”
I nodded on a whimper.
Oh please, it’s been so long.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Fucking brat.”
The blows fell one after another, and I moaned and cried and sobbed, grappling at the wall.
“Push your ass out. That’s it. That’s what you need, horny bitch.”
My ass was burning all over, but I arched my spine and wiggled it at him, vying for more. Because he was right. I needed this. If I could, I’d get spanked every morning and every night.
After a few more slaps, he squeezed my ass cheeks and dove in, lapping at my hole, making hungry humming and slurping sounds.
“Such a tasty ass. You’re leaking honey, pretty boy.”
He licked up everything, then he spanked me again.
He alternated between rimming and spanking several times—I lost count.
I was a whimpering mess, my legs shaking.
He told me I was a slut, a greedy, filthy, fucked-out hole.
He delivered everything I asked for and more.
My absolute favorite was “I’ll shut you up with my dick, you fucking bitch” in his throaty, rough bass, his words timed to the rhythm of his palm on my skin.
His fingers dug into my ass cheeks painfully hard, and his tongue reached so deep I saw stars.
My hole softened, loose enough to take a fist, and released another gush of slick.
The man moaned, the sound surprisingly high-pitched, as if he were in acute pain.
He squeezed my cock in his other hand, and I lost it again.
Rubbing my ass on his face, riding his tongue, I came with a vengeance.
He gulped everything I’d released and licked over my hole with the flat of his tongue like I was ice cream. Then he flipped me and sucked my cock clean.
With the tip of his finger, he poked at the piercing in my cockhead and smirked.
“You do like pain, don’t you?”
“No.” A blatant lie.
“This must have hurt.”
“None of your business.” After the spanking, my voice had softened, and I was struggling to uphold my defiance. I was ready to beg him for another kiss, dammit.
He slid his gaze up my body, curling his lip in displeasure. “But you’re not my type. Too skinny.”
He was exactly my type. Mean, aggressive, big, and bad for me. “And you’re too old. Do you need to rest your knees?”
The alpha rose and loomed over me, more than a head taller than me and twice as broad. I hadn’t known people even came in this size. His blazing eyes bore into mine, and I felt like a mouse facing a tiger.
“I’m going to hold my hand over your insolent mouth, shove my dick up your hole, and fuck you until I break you. Good with that?”
“If you can last long enough, sure.” Why was I taunting him? Was I suicidal?
He narrowed his eyes, his lips curving into a sensual smirk. “Too bad you said no bruises. A bench and a paddle would do you good.”
A part of me wanted that. Craved that. No bondage, no bruises, you whore. “Dream on. I came up here to get a big cock in my ass. Fuck me now, or I’m leaving.”
His smirk widened. “Oh, you’re a treasure, aren’t you?
” He licked a path from my neck to my ear, grazing my skin with his teeth.
The move was so sexy it took all my self-control not to whimper like the meek little omega he wanted me to be.
“It’s big, don’t worry,” he rasped into my ear.
“So big, it’ll hurt you deep inside.” And he bit my ear.
The distinct hardness of his dick pressed into my hip through the fabric of his pants, and my hole quivered. I ached for a pounding. Rough and thorough, until I forgot my own name. I wanted him to make me shut up and take it.
“I think I’ll do you right here, against the wall. Are you going to beg for my dick, omega?”
I so would have. I would have swallowed my pride and pleaded for him to fuck me so hard I’d never close my legs again.
Except he grabbed me by my throat, and for some reason which lurked hidden among my well-suppressed memories, that flipped my freak switch. All the taunts, the jokes, the game we’d been playing to rile each other up, it all turned to ashes.
The floor opened under my feet, and I wavered above the dark abyss full of terror about to swallow me up.
Get away from him. Now.
His thumb pressed onto my pulse point under my jaw. Cold sweat covered my skin. I couldn’t breathe.
Looking confused, he let go of me, taking a step back. I tried to pull air into my lungs, but my throat just closed up. The harness that had felt cozy a minute ago was all but strangling me now.
Name five objects in the room. Coffee table. Vase. Breathe. Vase. Nightstand. Fucking breathe! Five objects…
The alpha took another step away from me.
“Are you going to be sick?” The fire in his eyes died out. They were brown now with a hint of copper. Kind. Concerned. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. It’s okay.” How would he look without the mask? It covered his eyebrows.
My chest burned, and finally, I gasped for air.
“It’s all just a game. I wasn’t going to hurt you, you know that, right? You’re okay.”
That’s your window. Leave.
Panting, I found my shorts on the floor. They were wet with bodily fluids, but I ignored that and frantically pulled them on over my boots. I left the jockstrap on the floor. No time to be fussy.
“Hey, it’s okay,” the alpha murmured. “Let me help you.” Was he trying for a soothing tone? It wasn’t working.
I was going to be sick.
My hands shook so much they vibrated. My phone. Where was my phone? Ah, the clever side pocket in my shorts. Still there.
Breathe. Breathe. Don’t puke.
I grabbed the doorknob, burst into the hallway, and ran.
When I looked over my shoulder at the top of the stairs, he wasn’t following me.
Coat. I needed my coat. I couldn’t go out wearing only this. My shorts were sticky with cum, and I reeked of sex.
The omega at the cloakroom must have thought I was ill. He even asked if he should call someone to get me. I shook my head and grabbed my coat.
A few seconds later, I stumbled out onto the street.
My heart was beating its way out of my chest, but I could breathe again. The cold air helped. I tied the trench coat around my waist and began walking.
It had been a near miss, but I’d managed the looming panic attack surprisingly well.
Right now, I could have been lying on the floor upstairs, rolling in my own vomit.
That the alpha backed off so quickly helped immensely.
He wasn’t an aggressive jerk after all, just a kinky old man who enjoyed degrading pretty young boys like me but would respect their limits.
We could have been a good fit, all things considered.
He probably wasn’t even that old, maybe just prematurely gray. His body, yum. And his scent!
What a shame.
I was pissed and just plain sad. I wiped my face, and my nail snagged at the mask I was still wearing. I tore it off and threw it into a trash bin I was passing. Then I rubbed my eyes, realizing too late I must have smeared eyeliner everywhere.
So I wouldn’t have a cock inside me after all since I couldn’t get through a hot encounter without a panic attack.
Fucking Fabio.
I needed to walk off the adrenaline. Moving was the only thing that helped.
This part of Ardaine was busy even late at night, and relatively safe with the posh clubs and restaurants lining the streets. The suited-up bouncers standing here and there gave it some semblance of safety.
I’d walk for a few blocks, then get a cab home.