Chapter 13 #2
I shouldn’t want this. I don’t. He should get off of me. We should stop. I know what he did. I know what he thinks. But, god, I just don’t want it to end.
He leans up on his hands as he continues dry humping me. And I lay there and take it like the slut he thinks I am.
“I mean it, Declan. I don’t care how much you hate me. You’re only for me now.” He stills his movements, which make me absolutely want to die, and reaches between us to grab onto my cock over my sweats.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine as sparks shoot up spine.
“This is mine. It comes for me. Don’t let anyone touch it.”
Because I’m a defiant asshole, I glare at him. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
He gives my aching dick a harsh squeeze, making me squeak. His face descends and he hovers right above my lips, so I can feel them brush with each word he whispers next. “Don’t let anyone touch it.”
I keep the glare on my face and stay silent.
“Say it, munequito.”
His hand moves the tiniest bit, giving my sad cock a gentle caress. Forcing a ragged breath out of me. “Uhhhh, fuck. S-say what?”
“That it’s my cock.”
I scowl harder at him. “Fine. It’s your cock.” It’s all rushed and angry out of my mouth. “Now, keep going. I’m dying.”
He stays still, his hand letting go of my cock to wrap around my throat. “No. Dímelo lindamente. Say it prettily for me.”
I take a deep breath and try to shove all my surliness down, stretching a tight smile onto my face. “It’s your cock, Javier.”
He smirks. That beautiful half-smile making an appearance before he takes my mouth in an intense kiss that leaves me feeling dizzy the moment he pulls away to start grinding his hips on me again.
His movements are aggressive and harsh, but they do something to me. Unlock something. Driving me higher and higher despite how much I don’t want to like this.
“Fuck. You feel so good underneath me, munequito. Tu eres mío. Solo mío. My pretty doll.”
“Just… uhh, shit… be quiet and keep going,” I barely manage to say.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like any of it. Even if I don’t know what he’s actually saying. But it’s just fucking talk. We’re both getting off. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m not his. I won’t let that happen.
He sits back, quickly pulling his shorts down to let his hard cock spring out from his shorts.
My eyes widen. Just like I thought when I first met him, he’s massive. An angry red cockhead peeking out from his foreskin, leading up his long, thick shaft.
It’s actually kind of intimidating. I wouldn’t know what to do with that thing. Despite what everyone thinks, including Javier, I don’t have all that much experience.
Yanking my sweats down, he grabs onto my much more average-sized cock and gives it a rough tug. The skin on skin contact is almost too much. I’m barely hanging on. A few more strokes and I’ll bust.
“Such a beautiful cock. It’s so soft and pretty. Just like you, munequito.”
Again, I pretend like I don’t like it. I narrow my eyes at him. But my insides light up. My soul lifting practically out of my body at his compliments.
Letting go of me, he spits into his palm as he shuffles back on top of me then grabs both of our dicks in his saliva-slicked hand.
An embarrassingly high-pitched whine flies out of me as he starts moving his hand in earnest, jacking us both off.
I start rocking my hips with his hand while his foreskin slips and slides against my dick.
Javi watches the sight with rapt attention until his movements start to stutter.
He snatches my shirt up, lifting it so my stomach and chest are exposed. “I’m gonna come all over these pretty nipples.” He flicks at one of the diamond hoops. “So fucking sexy, munequito.”
Then his dick erupts. Warm ribbons of cum shoot out of his cock—hitting my stomach, my chest, and he even manages to hit both of my nipples.
It sends me over the edge, and I come on a strangled shout—a writhing mess as he milks us both.
My cum joins his, painting my body in more stripes as he trembles above me, all while he whispers, “Solo mío. Solo mío. Solo mío.”
After a few seconds, we fall silent, and he rolls onto his back, laying in the dirt next to me.
His touch startles me.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, sounding half drunk as he smears our cum around my nipple rings. “I like these. Are they new?”
“Uh, yeah.” It’s a choked answer, because for some depraved reason, I love that he’s doing this right now. It’s almost like a marking. Claiming me. Rubbing it in to make sure it stays with me. But I know that’s not really true.
I got them pierced over the summer after everything imploded at school. Something to try and distract me. A little rebellion of sorts, even though Harold and Nancy didn’t give two shits. They fucking drove me to the piercing salon.
He hums and then leans over, dragging his tongue over my cum-soaked nipples. He swirls and flicks, licking away both of our releases, taking his time with each ring until they’re completely clean.
The action turns me into a blissed-out animal. I pant through it all, pawing at the back of his head to keep him there as long as possible.
When he’s done, he veers to my neck, taking a quick bite before leaning back away. “Just had to clean them up. Make them look pretty again.”
I try to squash the new desire coursing through me as we both stare up. The trees create a frame of the night sky. The stars and moon illuminating the space before being shut out by the foliage.
Once I’ve settled all the way down, I can already feel in my bones that I’ll be avoiding him for a long time after this. I know it was a mistake. That I shouldn’t have done that. Especially because of all of the other shit between us.
But I can’t seem to regret it, because when I look over at him, he’s smiling at the sky.
And for some dumbass reason, that makes me happy.
“What do you want to do after getting out of here?”
My face forms a puzzled expression. “Huh?”
He adjusts on the dirt, wiggling down and putting his hands behind his head. “Like after we graduate. And we get to live somewhere else. Get away from here. What are you going to do?”
“Um…” I try to think of something to say, because yes, I do pretty much know.
But I’m not sure I want to share that with him.
There seems to be some kind of warm bubble around us.
A vulnerability that feels safe, but for how long?
When are the memories going to come back and we’ll both turn into the two assholes that hate each other?
I pivot. “What do you want to do?”
His side profile drops. Sadness taking over his features. “I don’t want to talk about my fucking life,” he mutters.
My hesitancy dissolves. He needs this distraction. So, I’ll give it to him. Because I’m pathetic and stupid. “Social work,” I say.
He turns his gaze to me. “Why?”
“I was in foster care for a while. I had some great social workers and some really shitty ones. I would love to be one of the great ones for kids like me.”
He smiles and looks back up at the stars. “That’s nice.”
We descend back into silence.
I know he just told me he doesn’t want to talk about his life, but some irritating force itches at my brain until I get up the courage to say, “I know nothing can make it better right now, but just know that it’ll be over one day.”
I didn’t say exactly what I was talking about, but I think he gets it.
I’ll never know for sure, because he doesn’t say anything to me, just gets up and walks away, leaving me on the ground, mentally kicking myself that I gave into him. Again.