by L. A. Witt
“God, I love the way you think.” I took his hand, and we hurried down the short hall. As soon as we were in the bedroom, holy fuck, we didn’t hold back. Maybe it was the fact that we didn’t have to worry about anyone catching us. Maybe we just didn’t give a fuck about anything anymore. All I knew was Troy’s kiss was deeper and more breathless than before, and I ground against him harder than before. His kiss erased any objections I might’ve had and any thoughts that could’ve backed them up.
Besides, having him here, behind closed and locked doors, with no one around but me, let me release my breath. He was safe. Protected. Never out of my sight, never vulnerable to his psychotic ex-boyfriend.
It was a convenient way to rationalize cutting class to have sex, but with a chill, I realized it was also true. There was no one lurking in the shadows in here, no one who might be around the next corner, waiting to harm Troy for having the audacity to move on.
He broke the kiss but didn’t release the front of my shirt, which he’d grabbed somewhere in the middle of that tangled, trembling embrace. “Almost like being back in high school.” He drew me back a step, inching closer to the bed. “Skipping class to fuck.”
I grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck. Younger men weren’t usually my thing, but Troy was addictive. Now that he was past the fear that had slowed us down the first couple of times, he had a sure touch, a way of kissing me and pressing against me that never failed to take my breath away.
“Clothes off,” he growled.
“Good idea.” I pulled back to take off my boots, and he didn’t try to stop me. To hell with leaving on any pieces of my uniform this time. I wanted every inch of his skin against every inch of mine.
As soon as we were both completely naked, I grabbed him and kissed him, and he pulled me toward the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress, dragging nails across skin as we made out like our lives depended on it. It was impossible to say who was in control, and I didn’t give a damn anyway. My bedroom was littered with clothes and shoes, and I had no intention of being done until our skin was littered with the marks of a hard, hungry fuck.
“Just for the record,” I panted against his neck, “these walls are incredibly thick.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. Which means…” I dragged my lips along his skin. “We can make all the noise we want.”
“Good to know,” he growled, and dug his nails into my sides until I shivered.
In my apartment, a million miles away from anyone who gave a damn about his father or my career, we didn’t have to hold back anymore. We didn’t have to be quiet.
And yet, we didn’t make a sound.
Wrapped up in each other, naked in my bed, we kissed and touched, and the room was silent except for our slow, deep breaths and the whispers of skin and sheets.
Until I broke the silence and murmured, “I want you on top this time.”
“Had enough foreplay already?”
“Do you want to wait?”
Troy whimpered, shuddering against me. “I don’t want to wait, but I do like it when you fuck me.”
“Oh, I will. You’ll just be on top.”
The pieces must’ve connected in his head, because he reached for the nightstand.
Getting the condom onto him took longer than it should have, but we were too busy kissing to care.
“Get on your back,” he said. “God, I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” I rolled onto my back. “C’mere.”
He didn’t hesitate. He straddled me, and I rested my hand on his hip and steadied my cock with the other as he lowered himself onto me. He resisted a little at first, and I was about to suggest letting me prep him first, but then he pushed back just right, and my cock slid into him.
“Oh God,” I whispered. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.” Eyes closed, he rose slightly, then came down again and took me a little at a time, one slow, easy stroke at a time, until I was all the way inside him.
And then he didn’t hold back. At all.
He pinned my wrists to the pillow and rode me hard. Jesus, it must have hurt, but those whimpers and moans were all pleasure. He was relentless, tireless, and if it hurt, then either he loved it or he didn’t notice, because he looked absolutely blissed the fuck out—eyes closed, mouth slack, brow knitted together. Troy was gorgeous no matter what he did, but this? Naked, sweating, taking my dick one violent thrust after another? Stunning. Completely fucking stunning.
Troy whimpered. He threw his head back. He didn’t come, but just the sight of him getting lost in ecstasy was enough to send me out of my mind.
“Oh fuck.” I strained against his grasp as I thrust up into him. I wrenched one hand free, then the other, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto me, burying my cock all the way inside him as I came.
It hadn’t lasted long—we’d both been too damned spun up for anything more than a quickie—but goddamn, it was intense.
“Promise me something,” I said, still struggling to catch my breath.
“Hmm?”
“One of these nights, you’ll fuck me as hard as you just took me.”
He grinned. “So you’re not just a top?”
“Not when I’m with someone who’s willing to fuck me hard enough to make it hurt.”
Troy shivered. Then he lifted himself off me, and I got up to get rid of the condom.
As I came back to bed, I said, “You haven’t come yet.”
His cheeks colored. “I told you, sometimes I…”
“It’s okay.” I kissed him, drawing it out for a moment. “Just means you’re still hard so I can still tease you.”
He moaned as he trailed his fingers along the shaved sides of my head. “Please do.”
“I fully intend to.” I lay beside him and gestured for him to face the other way. “On your side.”
“On my—”
“Trust me.”
He shrugged and rolled onto his side. I molded myself to him and slid my hand over his hip as I kissed his neck.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered in his ear. “Show me how you like it.”
Troy’s arm brushed mine, and his back arched off my chest as he started stroking himself. He did it slowly at first, but the more I kissed his neck and caressed his skin, the more he picked up speed. As I let my fingertips drift over his ass and between his cheeks, his rhythm faltered. He squirmed against me.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
He quickly found his rhythm again, and more or less maintained it as I moved my fingers closer to his anus.
“Oh God,” he groaned as I teased him with one fingertip.
“More?”
“Please.”
I grinned against his neck and pressed in with my finger. He was already well prepared after being fucked, and moaned as I added a second finger, sliding them both inside him.
“Keep stroking.” I kissed beneath his ear and crooked my fingers inside him. “Do it just the way you like it.”
He kept stroking, and I kept teasing him, sliding my fingers in and out of him and crooking them just right to tease that spot inside.
“Do you want to stop?” I whispered.
“Please, no.” He arched against me. “I love this.”
“Good. I’ll keep doing it as long as you want me to.”
He groaned, his free hand grabbing on to the pillow as his hips started moving, pushing his cock into his own fist and impaling himself on my fingers. I let him dictate how fast, how hard, and just teased and touched him, kissing beneath his ear the whole time.
“I’m gonna…” He clenched around my fingers, so I moved them a little faster, and was rewarded with a low, throaty groan. “Oh fuck…” His breath caught, and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten at once, and the sound he made was
the most incredible, helpless half moan, half sob I’d ever heard. He rocked back against me as much as he could in this position, fucking himself on my fingers while he pumped his cock with his fist.
His arm stopped, and he shuddered, so I stopped too.
“That was…” He exhaled hard. “Fuck…”
I kissed the side of his neck. “FYI, you sound absolutely hot as fuck when you come.”
Troy shivered, then turned his head enough to find my lips with his. “I didn’t think I’d be able to, but with the things you do, I don’t see how I couldn’t.”
“Good.” I kissed him again as I withdrew my fingers. “Should we grab a shower?”
“Mmhmm. Soon as I can stand.”
It took him a few minutes—hell, it took me a few minutes too—before he could trust his legs, but eventually we got up and made our way into the bathroom. We stepped into the shower, and I wasn’t at all surprised that we focused more on holding each other and kissing lazily than cleaning ourselves off. Cleanliness was secondary to the way Troy seemed to know exactly how to tease my lips and tongue with his own.
He broke the kiss and gazed up at me. “It really is different with you, you know.”
“How so?”
“It’s…safe.”
I swept my tongue across my lips. “I wouldn’t call much about this ‘safe’.”
“Okay, fair point.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me closer. “But I can, you know, breathe around you.”
“I’m glad.” I kissed his forehead. “There’s no excuse for anyone treating you so badly you can’t breathe around them.”
“As if that’s stopped them.”
“True.” I smoothed his ink-black hair, and an uncomfortably heavy feeling pulled at the pit of my stomach. I felt guilty as fuck for a million different reasons. He was young. He was traumatized. He was the man I’d been assigned to protect.
But with him standing in the shower with me, naked and grinning and looking up at me with those black-lined blue eyes, I still couldn’t talk myself out of this. I didn’t want to—I wanted him, and to hell with the consequences.
Ignoring that guilty, conflicted feeling in my gut, I gathered him in my arms and kissed him. God, but his kiss negated everything that was wrong with this. He wasn’t demanding or overbearing, but he wasn’t passive either, lazily exploring my mouth like he had all the time in the world to do it and intended to use every minute of it. His hands ran through my short hair, over my arms, over my ass—they roamed everywhere just like mine roamed all over his smooth, firm body.
His lips left mine, and he whispered, “So you said earlier you want me to fuck you eventually?”
“Ooh, yeah.”
He pressed his hand into the small of my back, pulling me against his hardening cock. “Why wait?”
My breath caught. “Goddamn, I forgot how quickly younger guys recover.”
He laughed. “You’re not exactly old, you know. And besides…” He slid his hand between us. “You’re bouncing back pretty quick too.”
If I hadn’t been before, I was now. His fingertips teased me back to fully erect in no time. I leaned down to kiss his neck and let my hips move on their own, fucking his hand as he stroked me slowly.
“We should get out of the shower,” Troy murmured. “I want to get dirty again.”
I would’ve laughed, but damn if his fingers didn’t tighten just right to make me groan against his throat. “Good idea.” I turned off the water and lifted my head so our eyes met. “You remember how I fucked you the first time?”
He shivered. “How could I forget?”
I pressed my lips to his. “That’s what I want.”
Troy whimpered. “I thought…I thought you wanted it hard enough to hurt.”
“We’ll get there.” I thrust into his fist a little harder as the mere thought of him inside me turned me on even more. “But I love it like that.”
“Fuck…”
Damn the need for lube and condoms, or I’d have had him put me up against the wall and fuck me right there in the shower. Next time, I promised myself, I wasn’t getting into a shower with him without keeping both of those things within reach.
“Let’s go back in the bedroom,” Troy whispered.
“Good idea.”
We dried off enough to keep from dripping water everywhere and hurried back into my bedroom.
Troy didn’t waste a second. Before he’d even gotten into bed, he fished a condom out of the drawer.
I grinned. “Eager, are we?”
“You’d better believe it.” His eyebrow rose, half-playfully, half actually concerned. “Aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
The concern evaporated from his expression, and he leaned in to kiss me lightly. Then he put on a condom, and as soon as it was in place, I stroked some lube onto it.
I turned around, and he knelt behind me.
“No fingers,” I pleaded. “Just fuck me. Please.”
Fuck. He’s going to tease me like I did him.
But he pressed against me, and that was definitely not a finger. Holy hell. I pushed back, and we both lost our breath when he slid into me. He swore, withdrew, and pushed in again. For God knew how many strokes, he just pulled out, breached me, and pulled out again, and as much as I wanted every inch of him, that sensation was unbelievable. Almost unbearably intense.
My eyes watered, and I gripped the edge of the mattress as he slowly worked his way deeper. Fuck. I rarely came during a second round, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the hell out of it, and I wouldn’t have objected if he’d wanted to do this for hours.
Troy’s dick felt amazing, sliding all the way inside me. I hadn’t been fucked in way, way too long, and being fucked by him was almost more than I could wrap my head around.
Then he leaned down and wrapped his arm around my waist. His breath rushed past my ear as he said, “This…this feel good?”
“So good,” I groaned. “Jesus, Troy…”
He exhaled against my neck and thrust harder, as hard as he could in this position, and then he sank his teeth into my shoulder. Electricity jolted through me from that sharp point of contact, straight down every nerve ending and right to my dick, and I dug my fingers into the mattress as he sent me higher and higher with every thrust.
“Oh God.” He groaned against the back of my neck. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, that feels so good.” A shudder drove him deeper inside me. “I’m—”
But he didn’t come. No, he took a breath, lifted himself up a little, and holy hell, he fucked me hard.
I clawed at the pillow and the mattress, not sure why I even bothered to hold on to anything. “Fuck, that’s amazing.”
And just like that, I was over the edge, coming hard and losing my fucking mind as he kept slamming into me.
I was almost to the point of being too sensitive after two orgasms, and right then, Troy thrust all the way inside me and groaned against the back of my neck. Every inch of his skin was hot and sweaty, every muscle trembling as his orgasm reverberated through him, through me.
He moaned softly, shivered one last time, and collapsed over me, burying his face against my neck. After a moment, he lifted himself up and pulled out, but then sank back down on top of me.
“Just so we’re clear,” I slurred, “you can do that to me any fucking time you want.”
“Good to know.” He kissed right below my hairline. “Might have to take you up on that.”
“Whenever you want.”
He murmured something, kissed me again, and touched his forehead between my shoulder blades. For a long moment, we didn’t move, but finally made ourselves get up to get some tissues. A shower would have to wait—even after we’d cleaned ourselves up and returned to bed, we were both still shaking.
I pulled the sheet up
over us and held him close. He rested his head on my shoulder, and we just lay there, holding each other and breathing as the delicious afterglow set in.
And even with that afterglow, and the blissful feeling of being here beside him like this, that knot in the pit of my stomach refused to be ignored.
Goddammit, this was dangerous. It was such a terrible idea. There were so many reasons I had no business with Troy wrapped up in my arms and my sheets, why I shouldn’t have known what his kisses or his skin tasted like, but I couldn’t have pulled myself away from him right then if I’d wanted to. All I wanted to do was keep him here, behind closed doors and away from anyone who might hurt him. I wanted him to be safe, and I wanted him to be safe with me.
I held him to me as I parted his lips with my tongue.
No one’s going to hurt you, I couldn’t quite articulate, because they’d have to get through me first.
Chapter Sixteen
“We should get a shower,” he murmured. “We can still make it to biology.”
“Good idea.” I kissed his forehead. “Why don’t you take one, and then I will? Otherwise…” I grinned, and he laughed.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He cupped my face and pressed another long, soft kiss on my lips. “You sure you want me to go first?”
“I don’t think my legs will hold me up quite yet.”
He winked. “You’re welcome.”
One more kiss, and then he went into the bathroom. While he showered, my brain went into overdrive. What the fuck were we doing? In what universe was anything we’d just done a good idea?
Then again, in what universe was Troy even a little bit resistible to me? I knew damn well I needed to get away from him, for my own sanity and for his safety, but even being this far away from him, even if I was just in the next room, was enough to start driving me insane. Part of me couldn’t stand the idea of letting him out of my sight, leaving him to the wolves even if he was in a safe place surrounded by round-the-clock security and a dog no one in his right mind would cross. Not that this ex-boyfriend of his appeared to be in his right mind.