Chapter 1 #3
“Fuck you,” I murmur as I fist my hands near my hips. I’m not normally this angry, this out of control, but something about him pisses me off.
Xochitl. Yeah. That’s why. He stole something that was mine.
Just like he did with my coin.
“Someone told me you like to steal what doesn’t belong to you. So just give it back.”
The towel drops to the ground, and he stalks toward me, his eyes narrowed and mischievous.
I refuse to back down, so I don’t move. And I refuse to look down past his neck. I won’t give him any ammunition against me. Don’t want him thinking I want to look at his big dick and heavy balls.
He stops right in front of me, and from this distance, I can smell him. The scent of his soap, his deodorant. It makes something light up inside of me.
“I don’t have your stupid coin. You lost it in the woods.”
“I couldn’t find it.”
“I don’t have it.”
His finger touches my chest, and he drags it up, knocking against my nose in the process. A small laugh escapes him. He thinks this is a joke.
It makes anger flare inside of me, molten hot.
I shove him, and he stumbles back, another laugh exiting his mouth.
“Don’t fucking laugh,” I growl, progressing forward, knocking into him again, but he just jumps out of the way, his lithe, muscular body eluding me.
“Try it again,” he eggs me on with a laugh as he dodges to the right, tripping me with his foot.
I stumble forward, and before I know it, he’s wrapped around my back. With a grunt and a yank, I’m falling backward on the bed, right against him. His legs are twined around mine, his left forearm around my neck, his hand tangled in my hair.
I’m arched back and immobile as he holds onto me.
Fuck, I knew this would happen, knew he’d get the better of me, but I did it anyway.
“Gotcha,” he says. “But you wanted this to happen, didn’t you? You wanted a reason to come back. To see if I’d get you off again.”
“Hell no.”
He bites down on my ear roughly, and I jerk up, only succeeding in allowing him to tighten his hold on me. My fingernails dig into his forearm, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest.
“You fighting only makes it harder to let you go.”
I grumble with frustration, and he laughs darkly. He’s fucking evil. I’m sure of it.
“You want it again?” he asks as I attempt to pull his arm from my neck. “Say please, and I’ll do it.”
“I’m not saying please,” I grit out.
“You just did.”
His hand leaves my hair and drags down my chest, tweaking my nipples through my shirt as he goes. Sensation travels through me, and I find myself shivering.
“Never been with a guy before, but I wonder if maybe I’ve been missing out. It’s fun being a little rough, not always having to worry about being soft and gentle.”
He twists harder, and I grunt, bucking in his hold, but his legs just spread mine wider, my shorts riding up my thighs.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispers, and once again, I attempt to do just that, but those words get stuck in my throat.
“You can’t do it. You fucking want it.”
His hand slides past the waistband of my shorts, and my stomach contracts as I feel his fingers wrap around my dick.
“Nhhg,” I hiss, and he chuckles darkly as he slides his hand from base to tip, letting his thumb brush against the slit.
“You’re gonna leave here with your boxers full of cum. Just like you did last night. It’s turning into a bit of a habit, don’t you think?”
He strokes me again, and I hold on to him tighter.
“You like it, don’t you? Me touching you?”
“I hate it,” I hiss, and he huffs a laugh as he strokes me again. Tighter. Rougher.
“I hate it too. Hate that you showed up here without an invitation and stuck your dick in my hand.”
“I didn’t do that,” I counter, and then groan when he twists his wrist slightly.
“You might as well have. You were begging for it. With your eyes. With your mouth. And with your cock.”
He strokes me faster, and a moan I’ve been swallowing back erupts from my mouth, making me blush, my entire body turning hot.
I struggle against him, but he holds on tighter, making me wheeze, making my dick leak.
He notices, too. He uses the precum to wet the glide over my hard length.
“You’re so fucking horny for it.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. You’re moaning like a whore.”
I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to keep it inside. But I can’t when this feels so good. He seems to get it just right, and I hate that for myself. Hate that I’ve been reduced to this.
I just want my coin back. I just want to go back to hating him from afar, to a time when his hand wasn’t snaking down my shorts and stroking my dick.
But here I am. I’m unable to stop him, unable to tell him to back off. To fuck off. Instead, I’m letting it happen.
I’m not gay, and yet here I am, letting a man get me off.
Again.
“That’s it. Fight it. Pretend you hate it,” he says.
I growl, and he twists his wrist again, making me whimper. I lean back slightly, trying one last time to get out of his hold, but I don’t manage it. I do feel his cock against my lower back. It’s hard and unyielding.
It makes me feel better that he seems to enjoy this as much as I do.
No. I don’t enjoy it. I hate it.
My thighs start trembling, and my balls draw up.
He must feel the change in me because he licks his way up my neck, biting and sucking, effortlessly pulling an orgasm out of me.
My cock pulses, cum spilling from the tip in endless streams, and the entire time, Colton doesn’t stop licking and biting the skin of my neck.
His mouth only leaves me when I arch away, trying to remove myself from his hold.
“You made a mess,” he says, pulling his hand from my dick, wiping it on the fabric of my shorts. “You gonna walk home like that?”
I stare down at them, at the large wet spot on the front.
“Everyone will know what you did.”
“No, they won’t.”
“They will. You can wear something of mine.”
I want to say no, to tell him to fuck off, but instead, I stand and move to his dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts. They’re soft and probably cost more than my monthly car insurance. Without looking at him, I pull mine off and then step into the ones I’ve taken.
When I’m dressed, I glance over to see him leaning back on his bed, still completely naked, his hard dick in his hand.
He smirks when he catches me looking.
“You’re welcome,” he says, and I narrow my gaze.
“I never said thank you.”
“Well, you should. That’s twice now I’ve gotten you off.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” I spit.
“No, but you keep showing up.”
“I was looking for my coin, which I know you have.”
“I don’t have it. Don’t believe all the rumors about me. Most of them aren’t true.”
I say nothing, just continue to stare at him. Then I turn to make my way out the door. Whatever mission I was on when I showed up here is over now.
“Myles,” he says, his voice low. “You show up in my space again, I’m going to put you on your knees and stick my cock down your throat. Just know that. It’s your one warning.”
My cock twitches as I throw his door open and stride through.
I need a fucking long run after this. I’ve lost my fucking mind.