2. Imry
2
IMRY
When Haze stops responding, I’m both amused and frustrated. I love when he tells me to stop or he’s coming over. It’s an empty threat. Or an empty promise. I’m not sure which. We’ve been playing this game for months. He’s been telling me he’s going to come over if I don’t stop since all the way back when I lived across the street from the house he and his friends lived in.
I’ll be honest. I was a little disappointed the first few times he didn’t show up after he threatened he would. After the disappointment, I realized it was probably for the best. We’re friends, after all. That kind of thing can ruin a friendship and, quite frankly, I’m not looking to get involved with my friends. Not even for some mutual orgasms.
When a couple of minutes go by and he doesn’t answer, I toss my phone on the couch with a sigh. My cock is unhappy with me. I’ll take care of it before I climb into bed, but right now, it’s just going to have to wait. I’ll get off when I want to get off because I refuse to be dictated by my cock.
I wander down the hall toward my studio when the doorbell rings. My feet freeze, as if there are nails on the soles of my slippers, and they’re now wedged into the floor.
It’s only my brothers. No need to get all weird.
My dick twitches. Little bitch is hoping for someone else when I open the door.
The doorbell rings again, and I know it’s not my brothers. None of them. They wouldn’t ring the bell. Avory and Ellory would walk right in without knocking. We have no secrets. Which is what happens when you begin life in the same womb.
The rest of my brothers would knock once and if I didn’t answer, but they know I’m home, they’d let themselves in too. I paint with headphones on, so it’s not unheard of for me to not hear the door or my phone. It happens more often than not.
I glance at the axe on the wall. It masquerades as decoration when, really, it’s an extension of my limbs. There’s a reason we’re all good with bladed weapons. They’re completely silent and you can easily take a blade with you without leaving behind any shells that can be traced.
Another nice thing about my axe is the way it’s hidden inside an ornate shell. It slips right out of the sleeve that goes over its handle and the shell over the axe head itself simply falls away. It’s only slightly more than perched there.
A deadly weapon hidden in plain sight. And it doesn’t bring about nearly as many questions as a gun would.
I pause in front of the door, knowing I won’t need my axe. Not only would a physical threat not make it to my front door without the rest of the grounds being alerted and the alarms going off, but I doubt they’d be polite enough to ring the doorbell and wait patiently for me to answer.
I know who I’m going to find and… I don’t know how I feel about it.
Swallowing, I pull open the door, and, sure enough, Haze is standing there. His head is slightly bowed, as his shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths. I don’t have to look down to see his dick hard in his shorts. It’s there on the edge of my vision.
Because it’s dark out, he’s hidden primarily in shadow except for the raking light illuminating some of the front of him. It outlines his shape in the sexiest way, calling attention to the curves and lines of his body.
However, I know why he’s here. He finally made good on his promise to come. I stare at him, hesitating. This is a mistake. I know it is. There are lines you don’t cross with friends. There are boundaries you don’t push.
My undoing is when he licks his lips. My eyes trace the movement of his tongue, and I swear to fuck, I can feel it tracing down my spine.
I reach for him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him inside. He slams the door behind him as he reaches for me in return. His big hands grip onto my hips as our mouths collide harshly.
One of my favorite things about this man is that he’s bigger than me. Big enough for me to climb right now to get closer, so I do. I scale him like a fucking tree, bracing myself with my shins on his hips. His hand was already sliding down the back of my pants so they’re half off as his fingers dig into my bare ass cheek.
I bite his lip harshly, rubbing my cock against his stomach.
He takes a few steps further inside, but he doesn’t know where he’s going. Haze has never stepped foot in my house before. I pull my mouth from his long enough to say, “Just walk. You’ll hit my bed, eventually.”
He does as I tell him to while we fight to control the kiss. It sends a thrill through me. Will we fight to dominate once we hit the bedroom? I’m all about both positions, but right now, I want to fuck his hole like I’ve been talking about for fucking ages.
Yes, maybe I say the things I say to get him worked up. That’s definitely been the goal. But it doesn’t mean I haven’t meant them. I have. I do . Wholeheartedly. I’m salivating to get this man undressed.
I feel his knees hit the bed, then he’s laying me down, his mouth never leaving mine. I dig at his arms before yanking at his shirt. His teeth sink into my lip, and I groan. Haze hovers over me, bracing himself with one hand while the other grips my chest, squeezing my pec and nipple.
Our mouths break apart long enough for me to get his shirt off him, then I go straight to his shorts. I shove them with my feet until they’re bunched at his knees and grab his throbbing dick through his underwear.
I’d like to say he’s wearing something sexy, but they feel like normal cotton briefs. He’s not a huge boy in the underwear region, which is fine. Actually, it’s preferable for me when I bottom. Everyone has their preference and mine isn’t to be split in two.
He groans into my mouth as soon as my hand grips him through his briefs, and his hips rock into my hand. Haze’s hand drops to my dick then too, groping me through my pants.
His mouth breaks from mine and for a second, I’m staring into beautiful gray-blue eyes. I’ve never seen the color before. I study them, hypnotized. “Your dick is exactly as you promised,” he says, voice low and husky.
I shiver at his words, breaking out of my trance, and shove him away. He rolls onto his back, huffing. I follow, shoving his underwear down and yanking them, along with his shorts, from his body. Then I force him to roll again so his face is pressed into the bed.
I can’t look at his eyes. Eyes are dangerous.
He huffs again, but moves how I want him to. Especially when I grip his balls and angle his ass up by my grip. “Yes,” he grunts, pulling himself up to his hands and knees. I shove his face back down, though. Not this time. I need to not think about who I’m fucking right now, thanks.
Keeping his balls in my hand, I reach for the bedside drawer and pull out my lube and a condom. “Keep your face down,” I say. Before he can respond, I bury my face in his ass to lick his hole.
Good news. I was right. His hole is perfectly tight. It takes a long time, listening to him moan and curse, before I can shove my tongue inside it with ease. All the while, I massage his balls roughly, tug hard on his dick, and awkwardly take off my clothes.
Haze makes some sexy noises. When I drop my face to his balls and take one between my teeth, the high-pitched whine he lets out has my cock leaking. Fuck, making those noises should be illegal.
I pull his dick backward between his legs and take the head in my mouth, notching my teeth just under his crown. I flick my tongue around his silky head, teasing little pearls of pre-cum out of him. Wrapping my lips tightly, I give him a little suck.
He groans. God, a man could get used to hearing that.
It’s somewhat awkward for me to get my condom on when I’m practically twisted in such a way to give myself access to all the sexy parts of Haze Prosser. But I manage, so by the time I’m licking his ass again, listening to him practically hiss like a cat, I can lube up.
I’m reluctant to rise, but I need to lube this man if I’m going to fuck him how I want to. I shove two fingers inside him. His body pitches forward before bearing back on me. More lube. More. Hell, I need a baster to really get it up in there. They make basters for this reason, don’t they?
When I’m relatively certain I won’t hurt him, I move forward and line up. Haze picks his head up, looking at me over his shoulder. The man already looks drugged on sex. Fuck, this look is good on him.
But I quickly shove him back down with my hand on the back of his neck. I’d love to put my hand around his neck. I bet he’d look really pretty choking.
Trying to ignore the excitement flooding through me at the idea of choking him, I press into him. He groans, his body jerking under me as I slide in deeper. I rock in a little at a time, wanting to see this man’s hole stretch around me.
He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t push me away. Not until I’m almost all the way inside. Then his hand comes around to press against my hip, but I pull it away and pause for him to adjust. His face is still buried in my bedding as I stare at the way his hole stretches wide for me.
Is there anything sexier than this? Feeling the way his body is forced to make room for me?
Haze whimpers. I bring his hand back to the bed and keep it there with mine around his wrist. Leaning over, I whisper into his ear, “You’re so fucking sexy, Haze. You like my dick inside you? Is it everything I promised it would be?”
Oh gawd, the way he whines at my words. This big fucking man whines ; it’s so goddamn sexy. A thrill of pleasure rushes through me when he nods.
My hand slides from the back of his neck to the back of his head, where I tightly grasp a handful of his hair. It’s only barely long enough. I wonder if I can demand he grow it out another inch. Would he? Would he let me pull on his hair?
“You good, Haze? Can I fuck you now?”
His groan is low as he nods. “Fuck me,” he whispers. “Make me chant your name like I’m in the crowd.”
I snort. Little bitch. Okay, that’s not the best innuendo I could have come up with. But the dopey teasing smile I get from him is worth the corniness I spewed. Even better is when I shove my dick in the rest of the way and his smile is swallowed by a sexy grunt.
I’m easy for the first handful of thrusts. I only want to hurt him in a way that he enjoys. So I ease into the hard fucking.
He takes it. The way his grunts get higher and higher pitched as I fuck him drives me on and on. I didn’t know a man with a deep voice like his could get as high as it does. He takes it all. Even when I check in with him, he wants more.
I give him the fucking we both need, have been needing for months. Dragging my teeth across his skin. Gripping his hair painfully tight. Contorting his body in what is likely a very uncomfortable modified split as I pound into his tight, hot hole with all the strength in my body.
“Nee…ta…come,” he slurs between high-pitched grunts.
I release his wrist and grip his dick. His grunts become strangled as his body spasms in my hold. I don’t have to jerk his cock long before it’s pulsing with its release in my hand. I keep my grip on his cock just as harsh as I continue pounding his ass.
Even when he’s finished, I grip his sexy dick like a joystick and bury my face in his shoulder while I fuck him. His sounds fill my head. The loud squelch-slap of our bodies echoes in the room. Harder. Harder.
I’m almost there.
“Fill me,” he chokes out.
A violent shudder of pleasure courses through me like electricity, igniting my orgasm, and I do what he tells me to. I bury myself deep, gritting my teeth as my orgasm surges through me and out into the condom in his ass. His tight ass that he’s clenching around me as if it needs to be tighter.
Seconds pass. I don’t know whether my vision is spotting because I was holding my breath and squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as I was, or because the orgasm was just that good. But when I roll over, there are little black dots in my vision.
Haze collapses flat on the bed next to me and silence fills the room. In that silence, dread fills my chest and gut. Oh, no.
I close my eyes and wish this didn’t happen. Okay, I take it back. That might have been the best orgasm of my life. There’s a really good chance it was.
But with Haze? No. No, no, no. Mistake.
My head is yelling at me to get him out of here. He needs to leave. This can’t happen again.
The problem isn’t us being friends. It’s that I actually like Haze. He’s a good guy. Outside of my family, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever known. Being attracted to him more than just physically is far too fucking easy.
Which means this cannot happen again.
“Haze?” I murmur, barely above a whisper.
He makes some grunty acknowledgement I can’t help but smile at. My smile fades quickly, though. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I really need you to leave now.”
Haze snorts. “Give me just a second. I’m currently growing my bones back.”
See? What’s not to like about this man? I grin, chuckling, then try to keep the easy feeling as long as I can because he doesn’t deserve to see how I might be regretting this a little bit. He really didn’t do anything wrong.
Eventually, Haze pushes himself onto his hands and knees. I can feel him look at me and I desperately try to keep a neutral expression. If there was a way to make him understand it felt really fucking good while still managing to dissuade conversation, I’d do that.
I’m not sure I can, though. So I don’t meet his eyes. Or look at him while he gets dressed. I don’t look at him when he turns to look at me as he’s walking out of my bedroom. I stay perfectly still until I hear the front door close quietly.
Then I let out a breath and let my bad decision fill my head.