Chapter 7 #4
I lubed a finger and went right back to sucking his dick, effectively shutting up anything else he might have said.
I maneuvered so I could get my finger where it needed to go.
My dick was throbbing in my pants, but he deserved whatever he wanted after how I’d treated him.
I pressed my finger inside him slowly, moving it around for only a few seconds before I found my mark.
As soon as he jerked, I kept going for that spot.
His legs were trembling and I could taste precum on my tongue.
“Fuck,” he panted. “How do you know how to . . .”
I popped off his dick again to lube another finger, because that dildo was pretty big, and I was pretty sure one finger wasn’t going to do it for him.
As I pressed both fingers in, still sitting up and looking down at him, I answered the question he hadn’t finished. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Elijah.”
He looked surprised for a split second, but I was hitting just right and he started pressing back on my fingers with a moan. “With a guy?” It came out a whisper.
I grinned, deciding to add one more finger. I lubed it and pressed back in, hitting his prostate hard, over and over. “Yes, with a guy.” There was a hint of laughter in my voice. “I told you I was terrified because I liked you too. What, did you think I was lying?”
There was a bead of sweat above his brow, and he was still pressing back despite how aggressive the thrust of my hand was.
“I don’t really know what to think,” he managed to get out on a whine.
He moved back suddenly, pulling off of my fingers as he sat up.
I thought he’d come to his senses and my time was up.
I sat back and started to apologize again.
He caught me off guard as he flipped our positions and shoved me down on the bed.
He undid my jeans and yanked them off with my underwear.
He paused and eyed my dick. He might have had an inch or two on me in length, but I more than made up for it in girth.
I looked down my body at him as he leaned down and licked up my dick once.
Then he sat up. “Fuck you, Mason.” He grabbed the lube and slathered it on my dick, throwing a leg over me.
“You sure it’s going down that way?” I asked with a smirk, but I shut up quick as he sank down onto my cock without hesitation. I let out a moan, grabbing his legs that had locked to my sides.
He started out slowly, but sped up quickly until his movements were as aggressive as the rest of our time tonight had been.
He was fucking himself angrily on my dick, and I definitely wasn’t going to complain.
His hands moved to my chest, where he braced himself as he moved up and down, panting as he looked down at me.
“Fuck you, Mason,” he said again, even though he was out of breath.
“You were such an asshole. You made me feel like shit for liking you. You made me feel like I was sick, like I was wrong. And for what? Because you liked me too?” He slammed down hard, letting out a cry that was half moan.
He started moving even faster, pushing down on my chest with his hands to push himself up.
“Then you think you can just . . . mmm . . . come into my home, and tell me you were just scared, then kiss me . . . fuck . . . and suck my dick and finger me, and everything will be fine?”
I shook my head, trying to hold in the groan, trying not to thrust upward into that ass that felt so good, trying to let him move how he wanted and take what he needed. “No,” I ground out. “I know it doesn’t make everything okay.”
He sat up, putting his hands on my legs behind him, moving up and down as his dick leaked all over me. “You’re right.” He was grunting between each word. “It doesn’t.” He moved again, but couldn’t quite seem to find what he needed. He slowed. “Nn, fuck. Mason, fuck me.”
I wasn’t completely sure he meant it how he said it, but I listened anyway.
I sat up and my dick slipped out of him as our position changed, but I flipped him around easily onto his back on the bed.
I moved to hover over him, and since he didn’t complain, I assumed he really had meant it.
I slid right back inside him, bracing myself on my elbows, thrusting harder as he pulled his legs up and moaned again.
I moved to lift his hips slightly with one hand, trying to get a better angle, and he cried out.
I watched as he tried to spout some more bullshit but didn’t manage to. Little whimpers were all that were coming out as he looked up at me in bewilderment. He grunted once as he tried to speak, but finally got out, “Harder.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” I said with a grin. “You like it rough, huh? You little cockslut.” I had no idea why I decided to start calling him names, but his dick twitched hard when I did.
“Fuck you, Mason,” he ground out yet again, as another stream of precum leaked out and coated his tight belly.
I gave a little laugh as I sped up. “No,” I panted. “I’m pretty sure I’m fucking you, right through your damn mattress.”
His head was pressed back into his pillow as his body tensed up, legs shaking as they locked onto my hips. “Mm, fuck. I’m right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I got out, but I was right there too.
I thrust even harder, because it was definitely doing it for him.
He didn’t want it gentle. Two more hits to his prostate and his legs shot up in the air, his body nearly convulsing as his cum shot all over both of us. Well fuck, that was hot.
Two more thrusts and I pulled out quickly, coming all over his comforter and the outside of his ass since we hadn’t bothered thinking about a condom. I didn’t have one on me, but damn, he was a horny little fucker, so he surely had one somewhere.
We stayed there for a minute, catching our breath as we both came down from our high and back to the reality of what we’d just done.
It wasn’t a regret on my part, but I wasn’t sure how he would feel and if I would end up regretting it because he did.
I finally moved and fell to the bed beside him.
That certainly hadn’t been my plan when I’d offered him a ride home, but he would probably think that it was.
All of the pent-up anger seemed to have left him for the time being, and he was silent.
He sat up and grabbed his shirt, trying to clean our cum off himself then offering it to me.
He didn’t look me in the eye. He pulled back the covers as I cleaned off my torso, then climbed into bed and covered up.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but it was really late and I was exhausted.
I slid under the covers beside him, waiting for him to tell me to leave, but he didn’t.
He did turn away from me, and he fell asleep pretty quickly.
I sent a text to my mom, letting her know I’d gone out with friends, but I was the designated driver and had to take an old friend home.
I told her I was going to crash at his place since it was after two a.m. and I was tired.
I knew she’d get the message in the morning if she wasn’t still sitting up, worried.
I put the phone on the nightstand beside me, and that damn cat jumped up onto the bed, looked at both of us, then made its own little bed between us.
I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping the morning wouldn’t be disastrous.