Chapter 10 #3
“Let me have it. Let me take care of you like you took care of me.”
I grind my teeth together. I will not say yes. I won’t agree.
My monster trembles, and my body turns. Neo is leaning up on an elbow, his blue hair a mess, his eyes hooded and dark.
“Yes,” he says, his hand dragging the comforter down, exposing my chest, my stomach, and finally my cock.
My hand is still down my pants, my fist still curled around my length.
“You want it, don’t you? You want to fuck my throat again.” His eyes meet mine, and he wets his lips, eagerly, as if he’s waited all day for this. “Or do you want my ass?”
His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he tugs my hand away from my cock.
“What do you want, Wylder? Your choice.”
My monster growls and thrashes against the cage, the bars bending beneath his strength.
I curl my hands into the sheets beneath me.
“Or do you want me to decide?” he asks, and I blink at him, trying to restrain myself.
But fuck.
Fuck.
His finger drags along the waistband of my pajama bottoms and then curls slightly, pulling them up before dragging them down. I feel the brush of his skin against my cock, and it jumps, those cage bars pulled wide.
The monster reaching through, its long, clawed hands grasping.
I wind my fingers through his hair, twisting it painfully. He cries out and moans, taking hold of my cock as I drag his mouth to the head.
He opens easily, his tongue swirling around the tip before I shove him onto me, inch by inch, my teeth gnashing, my heart thundering.
“Take all of it,” I grunt as I feel his nose hit my groin. He thrashes beneath me for a second and then goes still, a happy hum in the back of his throat. “Yes. Good boy.”
He groans as I slowly wrench his head up and off my cock before pushing him back down again.
“Maybe I will fuck you. Fuck that tight little hole.”
I throw the comforter back a little more, exposing his naked body. His round little ass perched up slightly, a small gem winking in the light from the bathroom.
He moans as I drag his mouth around my dick, but I don’t let him move or adjust himself, just continue to use him.
“Would you like that? To be the first man I’ve ever fucked?”
I lean up slightly and see his eyes pop open, wide and trying to meet my own.
His lips are stretched, drool slipping down his chin. I’ve never liked a mess, but I like it on him.
He taps on my thigh, and I pull him off me, letting him breathe.
“Do it,” he says, his rasping voice a dare.
I narrow my gaze, my cock straining toward him. He’d love that, he’d love me to break completely, to pull that plug out and stuff him full of my cock.
My monster wants that too.
But what little common sense I have in this moment reins me in.
I move quickly, shoving him onto his back, grabbing his wrists, and pulling them up over his head. He’s stretched out beneath me, and I know that it would be simple to take what it seems my body wants.
But I don’t give in. Not yet. Instead, I reach behind him, cupping his head in my hand, and lean my body forward.
My hair falls into my face, my mouth hanging open as I bring my cock back to his mouth, using him as a sleeve.
And he accepts it, moaning around me as I thrust forward, taking what I need, what my monster wants.
It’s hard and rough, and I feel his vibrating moans of approval slip through my body, settling in my balls. It doesn’t take long to tip me over the edge, my body curling forward, my movements jerky and uneven. He swallows me down just like he did before, and I slump forward, catching my breath.
He sucks on me a moment, and then my cock slips from his swollen lips, my cum smeared across his cheeks.
“Fuck,” I rasp, and he nods, bringing a trembling hand up to his mouth and touching it gingerly. “Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck you for even asking that,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I can take it. All of it. All of you.”
My body lists to the side, and I fall onto the mattress next to him. He sits unmoving, and I do the same, the two of us breathing heavily.
“Did you come?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Yeah. Made a mess of your bed.”
I grunt and turn my gaze slightly. “I’ll have the sheets changed tomorrow.”
“Probably better to wait, because it will just happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
“Yeah. Probably will. On our date, I’ll crawl under the table and suck you off.”
My eyes narrow, and one side of his mouth curls up.
“I still owe you, and you love it. Secretly, deep down.” His gaze hits the clock. It’s past midnight. “Admit it, tell me the truth.”
“Will this count for my deep, dark secret for tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
I mull it over, running a hand across my jaw, examining the truth in my mind. I shouldn’t tell him. I should keep it hidden.
Do it. Tell him the truth.
And I’m too weak, too tired not to.
I scoot down farther beneath the sheets and put my cock back where it belongs.
“Fine, yes. I love it.”
“Knew it,” he says, and then pulls the comforter back over his face, leaving only his eyes and blue hair showing.
And then he, once again, falls asleep within minutes, leaving me to stare at the monster smirking at me from his cage.