Chapter Ten - The Possession
CHAPTER TEN
The Possession
I’d hoped to twist the knife, but to my surprise, he didn’t hesitate.
“Suck me off, Archie,” he said in a thin voice. “Please, just — just do it already. I can’t stand it anymore.” His words were all running together, the complete opposite of his usual composed speech. “I’ve been waiting so long, so just hurry up —”
“Even when you’re begging, you’re bossy,” I said, then took him into my mouth.
He let out a soft, high noise. I didn’t even realise that someone with a deep voice was even capable of making such a sound.
It was fucking hot.
He continued to make desperate, pleading noises as I sucked him, and without being fully aware of what I was doing, I’d shoved a hand into my pants gripping myself tight. How could I not, with the sound of him in my ears, and the taste of him against my tongue?
Taylor’s eyes were screwed tight, his head tipped back, but after a few minutes, he slitted his eyes open.That’s when he saw me, my fist moving furiously underneath the fabric of my pants, and I felt his cock throb against my tongue.
“You’re…” he said in a raspy voice. “You’re touching yourself.”
I took my mouth off him. “What, did you think I’d let you have all the fun?”
“You’re really enjoying this?”
“Why can’t I?” I asked defensively. “Do you want me to suffer?”
“No,” he said, immediately. He reached out and pushed a hand through my hair. “No,” he said again, more quietly. “Take your pants off. I want to see.”
If I took them off, I would be completely naked, just like him. It’d be a step further than Friday night, because on Friday we had still had our t-shirts on.
Nonetheless, I obeyed. I was still technically his slave, and also, it would be easier to jerk myself off without pants in the way.
Once I’d chucked them off to the side, I returned to flicking and sliding my tongue over his erection.
I jerked myself off with long smooth strokes, pausing now and then to pay extra attention to the head.
Taylor was so hard and heavy in my mouth, and I could taste his pre-cum.
It made my stomach flip over, and soon I was leaking too, clear stickiness dripping out of the slit and sliding down the sides of my cock.
I flicked my gaze up to Taylor, and my heart jolted when I saw he was already watching me.
“You’re really enjoying this,” he said, his voice almost wondrous.
Not because of you, I wanted to say, but this wasn’t the time to be snarky. I just kept sucking him off.
“Archie,” he said, grazing his fingertips against the underside of my jaw, and his erection fell out of my mouth with a wet, lewd noise. “I want to fuck you.”
I couldn’t reply. I was too busy catching my breath.
“Will you let me?” he asked.
“I’m your slave,” I replied. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Frustration crossed his face. “But do you want me to?”
“I…”
Don’t make me say it.
Don’t make me admit aloud that I do want it.
“I’m your slave,” I repeated. “You can do whatever you want to me. If you do something I don’t like, you’ll know. Because I’ll punch you in the face,” I finished simply.
Instantly, he touched his face. “You wouldn’t.”
“Why not? You could stand to be uglier.”
His lips twitched, and there was that familiar Taylor King smirk I was used to. It was honestly a relief, because his gentleness was weirding me out. “Are you saying you think I’m handsome?”
“You’re too handsome,” I grumbled.
“So that’s a yes.”
“You know you’re gorgeous. It’s actually very annoying, because I’m reminded of it every time I look at your stupid face.”
He laughed at that, and it completely transformed him. Usually, I found his laughs insufferable — probably because most of the time, he was laughing at my expense. But right then, I couldn’t help but stare, my heart feeling…gooey.
Ew. What was happening to me?
He sobered, but the smile lingered on his lips. “Get on the bed,” he said.
Suddenly, I was pulled back to earth. He wanted to fuck me.
Swallowing, I did as he said, feeling a bit awkward as I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
His gaze fell on my knees. After I’d taken my pants off, they’d turned red from rubbing up against the carpet. He lowered his head and kissed both of them, lips soft.
This was…strange.
“You have lube, don’t you?” he murmured.
“Bedside table, second drawer,” I managed.
He dug through it, and stifled a laugh as he held up a long string of foil-covered condoms.
I blushed. “I like to be prepared, alright?” I said. After moving in, I’d gone to the local general store on campus and bought lube and condoms to prepare for my brand new flourishing sex life. That had been the day after I’d moved in.
I’d never expect I’d be doing this with Taylor, of all people.
He closed the drawer with a click, and squirted some lube onto his fingers. “I’m going to prep you, okay?” he murmured. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Wait,” I said, placing a hand on his chest. “You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? Not a single soul.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
“Good.” Ignoring the weird mix of fear and excitement in my belly, I parted my legs.
His slick fingers explored my ass, then massaged gentle circles around my entrance.
It felt a little bit strange, to be honest, but I was easily distracted by Taylor’s face.
His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration.
He caught my gaze, and if sensing my unease, he brought his lips down on mine. It took me off guard, but a second later, I realised what was happening.
He was kissing me.
He was kissing me like a lover.
My skin went hot with embarrassment.
It was just a kiss, so why was I blushing like a virgin?
Right. Because I was one.
Wait. Was I?
I mean, we’d had sex. Friday night, getting each other off was definitely sex.
“Oh my god,” I said against his mouth. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to you.”
Taylor froze, even his fingers going still. He pulled away so he could look at my face properly. “You’re a virgin?” His voice was rough.
“Er,” I began, my voice disappearing as I felt a flood of nausea.
Shit. Why had I said that?
I waited for Taylor’s shit-eating grin to appear, for him to make fun of me the way I (as much as I hated to admit it) rightfully deserved.
It’s not that I thought there was anything wrong with being a virgin, but it was totally lame to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
It made me look sad and desperate and fake.
“This is your first time?” he asked.
“All of this was my first time,” I said, fixing my gaze on the ceiling, so I didn’t have to look at him. “The most I’ve done before was make out,” I admitted. “So you were right all along. Bet you want to make fun of me now, don’t you?” I still didn’t look at him.
“You should’ve told me,” he said.
“I’m telling you now,” I said, my tone sharpening. “Besides, I thought you knew. You kept calling me a virgin.”
“I said that to wind you up,” he replied. “I didn’t actually think…” he trailed off. “So I’m the only one to have touched you like this.” As if to illustrate his point, he dragged a fingertip down the length of my cock. It twitched in response.
“Don’t go getting a big head about it,” I said, gritting my teeth, so I didn’t let any embarrassing moans escape.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His gaze raked over me, still hungry, but a touch of something like regret too. “I should’ve been gentler.”
“I’m not fragile,” I said indignantly. “I can take it.”
His eyes met mine, intense and unblinking. “You can tap out, if you want.”
There he was again, babying me. Did he think I was so weak I couldn’t take it?
“Just hurry up and fuck me,” I snapped.
Taylor hesitated, then nodded to himself. A second later, he slid a finger inside of me with ease. Damn, I hadn’t expected that. He must’ve lubed me up more than I realised, or maybe I was more relaxed than I thought.
“Uh,” I said, tensing. It wasn’t painful, but it did feel strange, and I had to take a few moments to get used to it.
“It should be around here somewhere,” Taylor murmured, moving his finger around, exploring my inner walls.
I gave him a look. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do y—ahh,” I cut myself off with a gasp. “What was that?”
He pressed down again, and it felt sort of like I needed to pee, but way better. “Pretty sure it’s your prostate.” He pushed down again, and I bit down on my bottom lip so I didn’t gasp. “Does it feel good?”
“It feels…fine,” I said, but then he tapped it quickly, and my entire body jerked.
“Shit,” I said. “Don’t…if you keep…I’ll come if you…”
I couldn’t even speak proper sentences. Every time he pressed down on that spot, a rush of pleasure spread out through my body, all the way to the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers.
He pushed a second finger in, and there was a few seconds of discomfort as I was stretched out. But then my body adjusted, and I had to clench my stomach, because the sensation was too overwhelming.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I said, voice weak.
He kept massaging me, and I was vaguely aware of the wetness leaking from my cock and landing on my belly. I’d never gushed so much pre-cum before.
“Guessing this means you’re ready for me,” Taylor said. His fingers slid out of me, which was both a relief, and a disappointment. I wrapped my hand tight around the base of my cock, trying to pull myself away from the edge.
Distantly, I heard the tear of a foil wrapper, then Taylor appeared, holding himself above me with a hand on either side of my head.
“Do you want me to turn around?” I asked quietly.
“No,” he said. “I want to see your face.” He pushed the leash of the collar out of the way, so it pooled above my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
Using a knee, he nudged my legs wider apart. Then he straightened up, so he was kneeling, one hand on his cock to guide it inside me. I could barely look at him, even though the entire sight was so hot.
It was just…a lot.
So I focused on the tiny details. His dishevelled hair. The shine of sweat at his temples. The pink flush at the base of his neck.
There was a press, and I tensed. He was way bigger than two fingers. This was going to hurt.
“Relax for me,” he said.
I tried, and slowly, he pushed inside. I gritted my teeth, distracting myself from the faint pain by watching unadulterated pleasure wash over Taylor’s face. I could endure it. For him.
“Archie,” he said, voice almost breathless. “God, you feel so…you feel so good.”
All I could do was whimper in response.
His brow furrowed. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“No,” I said.
“Don’t act brave with me —”
“I can handle it,” I said. “I just need to get used to the stretch.” I sucked in a deep breath. “Can you hit the same spot as before?”
“Are you sure you’re okay with me moving?” His entire body had frozen, his abdominal muscles quivering under his skin.
“Yes,” I said, my voice growing more forceful. “I’m not a weakling.”
“I know you’re not.” He leaned over, kissed my brow, then rolled his hips once.
Immediately, I was hit with a pulse of pleasure, spreading like golden sunlight from my prostate down the length of my cock.
“Again,” I ordered. “Harder this time. Faster too.”
He obeyed. Slowly, he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out, carefully but accurately hitting that spot inside me. My vision stated to white out, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“F-fuck,” I whimpered, the breath being knocked out of me with each of his thrusts. “I…I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…”
“Archie,” Taylor said, looking into my eyes. His hairline had grown damp with sweat.
I stared back at him — at my rival, the person I hated most in the world. The person who was fucking me like he needed it, like he’d been waiting for it all his life.
“Taylor,” I whispered.
He thrust in again, hitting me perfectly, and I dug my fingernails into his biceps as I came, the orgasm shattering me into a million pieces, as my entire body tightened. A second later, he came too, his body going still as he unloaded into the condom, his jaw tightening, his eyes trained on mine.
I felt like I’d left my body. Distantly, I was aware of Taylor pulling out. I had shot all over his stomach.
He discarded the condom and cleaned us up with his towel, while I lay there, breathing hard, feeling completely boneless. He took the collar off my neck — I forgot I’d been wearing it — and put it on my bedside table.
Then he lay down beside me, pulling me close, so I was in his arms. I didn’t have the energy to fight, so I let my head rest against his chest. He was warm, and I could hear his steady heartbeat.
“What now?” I mumbled.
“Hmm?”
“I’m your slave until sunrise,” I said.
He chest rose as he huffed a small laugh. “We’re not doing anything. You’re half asleep.”
“Just give me a few minutes to recover.” My eyes fluttered closed. “Taylor?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “I thought you hated me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then why…?”
He pressed a kiss against the top of my head. “Don’t overthink it.”
Even as I was drifting towards unconsciousness, I was aware that he was being…weird. “Are you sure you don’t want to do anything?”
Everything was clearer when he was the winner, I was the loser, and tonight was his prize. Lying together, cuddling, made everything feel muddled.
“I’m sure,” he said. “I just want to go to sleep in your bed, with you in my arms.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine,” he said, like that was answer enough. And for once, I didn’t argue with him.
TO BE CONTINUED…