Chapter 10
Monk
The floor falls out from under me. My lungs no longer filling with air.
I rise from my chair and stalk toward him, the rage slipping through the cracks of my sanity.
My hand closes around his neck and I pull him up from his chair, squeezing my fingers tight, preventing the air from getting into his lungs.
I stare into his haunting eyes, eyes that were vicious, eyes that chased me in my dreams, eyes I feared more than death.
Years of pain. Years of fear and hatred. Every thought tormented by my bully.
My eyes drop to his lips, seeing them losing oxygen, the shade of pink turning purple. His lips spewed nothing but hate, nothing but disgust. He was the voice inside my head telling me I was worthless, that I was a sick and twisted freak. Fuck.
I crash forward. Slamming my mouth to his.
And then…the monster is unleashed. I tear his shirt from his body as our lips battle for dominance.
My teeth sinking into his lip, tongue striking his down lick for lick.
I lift him from the ground and slam him against the wall.
“You fucking bastard,” I growl, reaching for his pants and yanking them down his legs.
His hard dick springs right up and I reach for the beast and squeeze.
“Fuck,” he roars as I stroke him roughly, jerking him tight and fast.
I release his mouth and drop to my knees then I’m drawing him between my lips, taking him all the way down my throat.
His moan roars throughout the cabin as I begin to fuck him with my throat.
My tongue tasting every inch, sucking on the tip and drawing the cum from its slit.
Every emotion…every thought…it all becomes numb to the force of need that’s tearing through my mind.
His hands grip onto my hair, keeping me locked in place as his hips begin thrusting forward, meeting my mouth with every pass. I reach into my pants, grabbing ahold of my dick and easing some of the pressure. Feeling the jolt of sensation rock through me.
“Fuck, Spencer. I’m fucking coming.” His moaned gasp trickles down my spine as I feel his cum shooting down the back of my mouth.
I swallow down every drop, pulling the pleasure out of him slowly.
His hands holding on for dear life, his body shuddering, nearly buckling over my back.
I use his weakened stance to my advantage and lift him off the ground, carrying him down the hall to my bedroom.
His dick still feeding me dribbles of cum as the shudders keep rocking through him.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to come again.”
I toss him onto his bed on a wild roar. “You don’t get to come again until my dick is in your ass.”
I shrug out of my pants and toss my shirt to the ground, then I’m yanking his pants the rest of the way off.
I grab him by the ankles and flip him onto his stomach.
His firm ass has the cum dribbling from the end of my cock, smearing a line across my sheet as I crawl forward.
I grip his tight cheeks in my hand and tug them apart, then I’m diving in.
My mouth attacking his puckered hole like a starved animal.
I kiss and lick the tight ring, feasting rabidly.
His body begins to writhe, using the friction against the bed to settle his raging cock.
When I drive my tongue in, opening up his virgin ring, he bucks back against me on a groan, taking me deeper.
Fuck, I need him. I pump into him, loosening him up so he can take my fat cock.
Getting him lubed and ready. By the grunts and groans, his body practically shaking, I’d say he’s more than ready to take me.
I pull away and sit up, taking my dick in hand, stroking it down from its ledge. Rubbing the cum that’s dribbling out all over his tight ring. “Quit teasing,” he growls, his eyes looking back, glaring me down as the need burns him up.
“Patience, pet.” I push my cockhead into the tight slit, feeling it opening up. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
The pressure finally releases, and it sucks me in deeper. His head falls forward on a groan. “Fuck.”
That’s right. It’s fucking incredible. His tight ring clenches around my shaft, drawing me into his body, tempting the orgasm up my shaft. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I squeeze his ass in praise for making me feel so damn good.
“Need you deeper. Need that beast to fuck me.”
I give him a spank. “Your impatience is about to get you into trouble. I’m trying not to hurt you, pet. If I drive in, you’ll end up torn.”
His head turns back, and the defiance is burning in those eyes.
He thrusts back, taking me to the hilt and my head falls back on wild moan.
“Oh fuck. You’re going to ruin me.” I’m not going to be able to stave it off.
His ass is too tight. Too fucking good. And when he starts pumping back against me, fucking himself on my thick rod, I lose control.
I thrust forward, hitting the spot that makes him weak.
His head drops down on a groan, ass clenching tighter around me, and then I fuck him good and hard.
Milking his prostrate with the head of my cock, feeling my orgasm building to its breaking point.
His body starts to tense, the trembles near convulsions, and I know he’s about to come.
I yank him up against my chest and watch over his shoulder as his dick erupts, the cum shooting from it like a cannon.
The sight swallows my dick into the storm, and I come apart at the seams. Feeling the pleasure blasting through.
My body jerking up into him, my muscles strained as the lust pulses out of me.
It’s too fucking good. The sight of his dick spewing, the feel of his tight ass constricting me.
His hard body in my arms. His groans surrounding me.
I push him forward, collapsing over top of him, and try to breathe again as the aftershocks pulse through.
His hand goes between his legs, and I know he’s squeezing the remaining sparks out too.
When his body goes slack against the bed, I slowly ease out and drop down next to him.
His head turns to the side, and I’m struck by how at peace he looks.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
I had no idea how much I needed that. Fuck. The tension isn’t riding my shoulders. The madness isn’t terrorizing me. For the first time, my mind is blank. And it feels fucking incredible.
He shifts at my side and props himself up, his gorgeous eyes staring down. “God, you’re so sexy.” His finger runs across my scar, and my gut stirs with butterflies. There isn’t a shred of disgust on his face. Only lust. “Why didn’t you rat me out?”
His question catches me off guard. It’s as if he genuinely doesn’t know. “Because my mom was the only one I had and I couldn’t lose her.”
His hand freezes on my cheek, the tension riding him again. “I never would’ve hurt her.” His voice is thick with guilt, and I can see it in his eyes. The tears threatening to break free. “I would never have taken her away from you.”
“You left me for dead, my face mutilated. I believed you were capable of anything.” I never doubted him for a second. Everything that came out of his mouth was a truth for me.
“That was the day you ran from me,” he says, swallowing back the emotion that’s starting to take hold.
“My father texted during my last class, telling me what a useless son I was. Warning me that I was going to pay for my A minus when I got home.” God, I remember him mentioning that.
He’d warned me in the locker room never to do it again.
“I was terrified of what I was going to face. I needed to see you. I needed the calm. But then I saw you running down the hall, rushing out to your car, and it felt like my heart stopped in that moment. And I needed it to start again. So, I followed you home. I…” He pauses his thought as the memory latches on tighter, the pain and fear growing heavy in his eyes.
“I wanted to wrap you in my arms and stay with you. I didn’t want to go home to the monster.
I wanted to be with you. And the shame rattled me hard; the desperation I felt made me feel weak.
I couldn’t handle it. I wanted it to stop.
And I tried to stop it the only way I knew how—by taking my anger out on your body.
I didn’t want to be tempted by your gorgeous face anymore. It was all too much.”
The tears slip down his cheeks, and as each one falls, a piece of me heals.
“I’m so sorry, Spencer.” He shakes his head.
“That word isn’t good enough for how fucking sorry I am.
I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could go back and tell my father to fuck off.
I wish…” He gets choked up as the words struggle past his lips.
“I wish I’d asked you out on a date and said fuck you to the world.
Fuck you to my dad. Fuck you to everything. ”
His body slumps on a sobbing shudder, and I hug him closer as the emotion takes him under.
His regret and guilt pouring out of him.
All these years I wondered why he was such a monster, why he did the things he did, and now I know.
His father was a bully. A bigoted bastard who ruled over his son with an iron fist. And Hunter…
He found a way to cope. The cycle of abuse continued.
His head finally raises, looking at me through pained, reddened eyes. “I need you to know that not a day went by that I didn’t live with my regret. I’d spend hours in the gym trying to work the thoughts out of my system, but it never worked. Nothing ever took it away.”
I swipe my thumbs across his cheeks, wiping away each drop of his pain.
My own lessening as I feel his torment on my skin.
A salty salve to the bitter wound. I’ve lived in hell, believing he hadn’t thought twice about me.
But day after day, his demons were chasing him.
The guilt and shame were following him like a dark cloud.
Knowing he was suffering soothes me. It settles something deep in my soul.
Calms the anger that’s always simmering beneath the surface.
“I want you,” he whispers, pulling me back from the trenches.
There’s something heavy lurking in the shadows of those words.
Something more than sex. My heart thumps in my chest but a warning goes off in my mind.
The lines of right and wrong are so heavily blurred between us, I don’t know how to feel.
“Let me show you what you mean to me, Spencer.”
He climbs up over me, straddling my waist as his lips kiss along my neck, sweeping tingles across my skin with every touch. “Let me show you what I always wanted.”
His hand reaches between us, taking my stiffened shaft within his grip.
He raises up, aligning me with his entrance.
His eyes are unrelenting, making my chest pound harder.
There’s a wave of emotion crashing in, trying to drown me.
I feel my heart sinking into something heavy and dangerous, locking me within its clutches.
It’s tempting me to give in, taunting me to let it take root.
And as he starts to make love to me, slowly, sweetly, the same emotion burning in his stare, I let myself fall.