27. Jack
27
JACK
I t wasn’t especially difficult that night out in the yard to stay in the moment and keep all that messy feelings shit out of my mind. After petting Bunny’s hair for a little bit while he knelt, trembling, between my legs, I zipped myself up and led him back to the firepit. I made him sit up on his knees again.
“Did you like licking me clean?” The way his eyes welled up sent the blood rushing into my cock. I rubbed myself through my jeans.
“You did like that, you dirty mongrel, didn’t you?” He whined and I unzipped to stroke myself. “Maybe we’ll make that a regular thing, huh? Anytime I’m gonna take a piss, I expect you to crawl over and use that pink puppy tongue of yours to clean me off.” He let out a low, keening noise as his dick immediately stiffened. I laughed at him, suddenly and sadistically curious to see how far I could push him.
“Maybe I won’t bother making you crawl over to the bathroom.” I saw relief in his face, and I grinned as I continued. “Just make you get between my legs and piss right in your mouth, rub your face in it if you let any get on the floor.”
Bunny let out a squeak, his dick jerking up in response to my words. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t sound so horrified. I bet if I’d told you that while you were humping my leg, you would’ve blown your load in a second. Down,” I ordered, and he dropped to all fours again as I stood up. I saw his body tense when I positioned myself on my knees behind him.
“Don’t worry,” I told him with a laugh. “The only thing I’m filling you up with tonight is a huge load of come.” Luckily for him, I remembered to throw a travel-sized bottle of lube into a pocket. I rubbed it onto my dripping cock. “But I’m not opening you up with my fingers first,” I told him. “I’m going to drive this cock all the way inside you in a single thrust. I want to make you feel like you’re being split open.”
I could’ve just gone ahead and done it, but I wanted to build up the fear and anticipation in his mind. I teased the head of my cock at his entrance, lube mingling with the precum I was dripping from my filthy thoughts and the way Bunny was desperately, eagerly responding to it.
His elbows collapsed under him and he screamed into the blanket when I forced my cock into him all at once. I groaned as I felt how tight his ass clenched around me, responding to the pain and the arousal it gave him. In the light of the dying fire, I could see his slender shoulders shaking. I slapped his ass hard and then grabbed onto his hips so I could drive into him, trying to make him scream again before I begin fucking him hard and fast, feeling him tighten around me with every thrust.
“Yeah, just gonna fill you up with a huge load tonight, but maybe one of these days I’ll take a nice, long piss up inside your guts, fill you up good and then fuck you like that. You better clench tight around my cock, because if you let any of it drip out of your sloppy hole, you’re cleaning the floor with your tongue.”
Bunny bucked and writhed underneath me. When I felt his ass clamp down like a vise on my cock as he sobbed out a wordless cry, I realized he’d come again.
“ Goddamn ,” I murmured. Knowing that he had come a second time — not in spite of the pain and humiliation I was dishing out but because of it — pulled me over the edge, too. I came with a shout that turned into a groan as I emptied my balls into him. When I pulled out of him, his hole clenched around my cock like it didn’t want to let me go.
With a smirk, I grabbed one perky ass cheek and bent down to sink my teeth into it. He yelped as I bit him hard enough to leave a bruise. When I straightened up and massaged the hurt out of the picture-perfect imprint I left in his flesh, I laughed. “This would be a cute tattoo for you, Bunny. Now come clean me off with those beautiful, filthy lips of yours.”
He obeyed, swaying slightly on his hands and knees as he turned around. His eyes met mine as he licked my release off my cock. I thought about making him crawl back to the house, but his eyelids were fluttering shut by the time I zipped back up and doused what remained of the fire.
When I picked him up to carry him into the house, he draped his arms around my neck and sighed with contentment. I pressed my lips to the damp skin of his neck while we shared a slow, steamy shower, and I made sure he got some water into him before he fell asleep.
I ’m at my desk, staring off into space with a stupid smile on my face, when the realization barges into my brain: Bunny’s perfect.
For as long as I could, I’ve been keeping that thought at bay. I’ve dodged it whenever it floated through my head. It’s stupid and superstitious, but I have this fear that if I acknowledge it, it will evaporate —or I’ll destroy it.
As much as I love the way Bunny surrenders to me, admitting my feelings means surrendering my own sense of security —and facing the fear that comes with that. It’s been a long, long time since I trusted anyone. I spent those years swearing to myself that I never would again.
Maybe he’ll want me forever, maybe he won’t. Goddammit. It’s foolhardy to even think of shit like forever when he’s not even willing to consider himself my boyfriend. But I know damn well that even if he doesn’t want to be with me, the possessiveness I feel towards him isn’t going to go away.
Just the thought of any other motherfucker so much as looking at him tightens my chest and makes my hands curl into fists. He’s too good for all those bastards. He’s too good for me, too, but until he wises up and figures that out, I’m going to take this and run with it.
Because I’m not kidding myself. Sure, I can play it off: I’m strong, I’m capable with tools and I have enough mechanical know-how to be useful. But deep down, I know I’m no prize.
The way Bunny looks at me, though… Just like the ray of sunshine he reminds me of, this bright, slender slip of a man makes everything he touches lighter and warmer. Including me.
I look out at the rain pouring down into the parking lot with a sigh. He makes it really easy —and even more tempting —to fool myself into thinking I’m better than I really am. To convince myself that I’m a man who deserves to claim his pain. His pleasure. His love.