It
was on rare occasions that I hated being right. A
week earlier while speaking to Griff on the phone, I
had predicted that the savage and I were on the
verge of breaking up and it seemed that my
prediction may very well come true. Although
officially, we were still dating, the savage and I
were far from being a couple.
It’s true what they say – distance makes the heart
grow fonder. I was beginning to realize that the
more distance, both emotional and physical, that the
savage put between us, the fonder my heart was
growing. Or, at least, the more needy.
I
thought about him all the time. It got so bad that I
could barely think of anything else, and knew that
things would only get worse until I satisfied my
need to taste him, touch him. I went to bed with a
hard on each night and woke up with one each
morning. It didn’t help that I dreamt about him too.
I
fantasized constantly about the things that he could
do with me if I let him; the things he would do
to me. And it never failed to get me painfully
hard. But that’s as far as anything went. The only
time that I got to kiss and touch the savage was in
my dreams.
It
seemed that after out “talk” last week, he had
decided not to take just a couple of steps back or
slow down, but to run a mile away and come to a
screeching halt. I didn’t realize how much I liked
him touching me at every opportunity – holding my
hand, nuzzling my neck – until he wasn’t doing it
anymore.
The
worst part was that everyone knew. It was almost
more painful to see the looks of sympathy in
everyone’s eyes than it was to have the savage
keeping his distance. I could practically hear what
they were all thinking. That the savage had gotten
bored with me and he had moved on while I was still
pining. Just as I had always done.
What they didn’t know was that I had probably driven
him away. With my insecurity and fear and
prudishness. Why would the savage put up with that
when he could have anyone he wanted? And the person
he seemed to want right now was Chris Brown.
I
was trying really hard to maintain a farcical
charade. I refused to admit that anything was wrong,
even though everyone could see how much time and
attention the savage was lavishing on Chris Brown. I
was practically non-existent and there was no way
that that could have escaped everyone’s notice.
There was definitely trouble in paradise.
Like me, Chris had always had a thing for the savage
and most people had known it. But unlike me, Chris
had always had a chance. Chris and the savage
hooking up made sense. In the grand scheme of
things, it was my relationship with the savage that
was more implausible.
The
sucky part was that I’d always thought Chris was an
okay guy. I didn’t have anything against him and I’d
never had any reason to dislike him … until now.
Because it seemed that Chris was about to become
another Paul.
Thinking of Paul caused me to subconsciously run my
fingers over the knuckles of my right hand, giving
my hand a small massage. My hand still gave me
trouble sometimes when I used it strenuously and
that was a constant reminder of the price I had paid
to beat Paul’s ass.
Just then something struck me in the shin, hard,
causing me to scream, “Ow!”
I
wasn’t aware that I had made so much noise until I
realized that the entire class had gone quiet and
everyone, including, the teacher was staring at me.
Suddenly, feeling embarrassed, my eyes shot to Griff
who was sitting across from me and struggling not to
laugh. I knew immediately that he had been the one
to strike me in the shin.
“Yes Mr. McAllister?” the math teacher said, looking
at me, “is there something you’d like to share with
the class?”
“Um
…” I said, “no. S-sorry.”
I
shot Griff a mutinous glare, silently promising to
get him back for this. The math teacher gave a huff
and then turned back to the equations on the board.
After a few more lingering curious stares, the class
resumed and I turned to Griff whispering, “What the
fuck did you kick me for? You almost got me in
trouble.”
“Sorry. How was I supposed to know you were gonna
squeal like a little girl?” But he didn’t look the
least bit sorry.
My
eyes slid into slits as I narrowed my gaze at him.
“Okay, okay,” he said, laughing and holding up his
palms in a conciliatory gesture, “I’m sorry.”
I
was still glaring at him as I reached under the desk
to rub my tender shin.
“I
was just trying to get your attention. You were
totally spacing.”
“I
was just … thinking,” I muttered.
“I
can probably guess who you were thinking about,”
Griff said mischievously.
I
blushed at Griff’s accurate guess. Over the course
of the week, he, along with everyone else in school,
had noticed the attention that the savage had been
giving Chris Brown while ignoring me. It was so
blatant that I had even seen them flirting a couple
of times myself.
He’d invited Chris to sit at our table for lunch
everyday of the week so far. I had tried not to let
it bother me, but I was becoming worried that he’d
lost interest in me and moved on. Having the other
boy eat with us had made things really awkward,
especially for me. I didn’t know if the savage was
trying to use Chris’s presence to tell me something.
Our
physical contact had shrunk to zero since that day
at my house. I knew the savage was a highly sexed
guy and I knew he wouldn’t stay celibate for long,
that is, if he wasn’t already doing the nasty with
someone else.
“Are you going to Chad Oman’s pool party this
weekend?” Griff’s question cut through my thoughts.
“No.”
“But you know the savage is probably gonna be there
with Chris Brown, right?”
“Hence the reason I’m not going.”
“But that’s the precise reason you should
go.”
“So
I can watch them make out all night?”
“Not if you’re there to distract him.”
“Griff …,” I gave a long suffering sigh, “he doesn’t
want me.”
“Are you kidding? Have you seen the way he looks at
you?”
“What are you talking about? He never looks at me
anymore.”
“I
have it on good authority that the savage is only
with Chris to make you jealous.”
That bit of information was news to me and I didn’t
think it was true.
“And besides,” Griff continued in a hushed whisper,
“if you’d stop worrying about measuring up to his
past fuck buddies and quit stalling then maybe the
two of you wouldn’t be in your current situation.”
Was
it true? Was that why I had been stalling? Because I
was worried I wouldn’t measure up to all the other
guys he’d been with, including Paul?
“Anyway, Chad’s party will be a
perfect opportunity for the two of you hook up.”
I shot Griff a shocked look.
“If I can’t even get him to
touch me when we’re alone, what makes you think he’d
be willing to hook up at Chad Oman’s pool party?
Almost everyone will be there,” I protested.
“That’s why it’s perfect!”
Griff exclaimed, “Everyone else there will be half
naked and hooking up in Chad’s pool. It’ll be dark
and there’ll be alcohol – if that doesn’t get you in
his pants then nothing else will.”
I shook my head even as I
considered his words.
“All you have to do,” Griff
continued excitedly, “is catch him in a dark corner
and give him a little something, if you catch my
meaning.”
Oh, I caught his meaning all
right.
“Aren’t you forgetting
something?” I asked.
“What?”
I lowered my voice and glanced
around before answering, “I don’t know how to give
head.”
“There’s nothing to it.” Griff
replied, “Just take his cock, put it in your mouth
and suck it.”
He spoke as if he were
instructing a small child. Of course it was a lot
easier said than done. But in my mind I wondered,
could I really blow the savage at Chad Oman’s pool
party? It seemed highly unlikely, considering
how uncomfortable I felt every time we had tried to
get intimate in the past.
Yet there I was, thirty-six
hours later, standing just outside Chad Oman’s pool
house, gathering my courage in preparation to go
inside. I took a deep breath, willing my heart to
stop pounding. It was hard because I knew that the
savage was on the other side of that door, half
naked and wet.
Deciding that no amount of time
would make my task any easier, I quietly pushed open
the door and slipped inside. The first thing I did
was turn the lock to ensure we wouldn’t be
interrupted. Then I quickly took off my shorts and
kicked them aside.
The savage had his back to the
door and was searching through a pile of clothing on
the floor, presumably for his own. He hadn’t heard
me enter and had no idea I was behind him. I heard
him curse softly as he rifled through the clothing,
looking for his own. A difficult undertaking in the
dimly lit pool house.
I felt a sudden, inappropriate
need to laugh. Before I could stop myself, a giggle
escaped, alerting the savage that he was no longer
alone. He spun around and saw someone standing nude
in front of the door, effectively blocking his only
escape route. I saw his eyes widen when he realized
that that someone was me. Connor.
This was it. The savage and I
were alone in the pool house. The door was locked
and we were already both half undressed – or in my
case, fully undressed. The savage wasn’t much
better off because he was wearing nothing but his
wet swim trunks, which molded and clung to his
muscular thighs, leaving very little to the
imagination.
According to Griff, everything
from this point on should be easy. Again, I felt
laughter bubbling in my chest. Swallowing down my
nervousness, I tried to ignore the incredulous look
the savage was giving me and took several steps
forward, closing the distance between us.
For a minute I stood right in
front of him, so close we were almost skin to skin.
We were both wet from having been in the pool. With
his glistening skin and slicked back hair, I thought
the savage looked even better than ever. I wanted to
reach out and run my hand down his muscular chest.
For a long moment, neither of
us moved. Then, I pressed even closer to him and
rose on my tiptoes, the movement capturing his thick
cock between our bodies. The heat of him made my
already stirring penis come alive. My insides heated
and my balls tightened as I continued to look into
his eyes.
I watched his pupils dilate and
his nostrils flare as his breathing deepened. Those
little indications told me he was not as unaffected
by my nearness as he would like me to believe and
that made me even more excited. Because of his
height, I had to tip my head back just to see his
face.
The savage was watching me,
warily, as if trying to ascertain what I would do
next. I had come this far and I had no intention of
backing out. I was going to see this through. I felt
the hardness in my crotch growing bigger and
brushing against his thigh while his own erection
bumped up against my abdomen.
I saw the savage glance towards
the door as though he expected someone to burst
through any minute.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “Most of
the kids outside are hooking up in the pool. No
one’s going to come in here.” And to ensure that, I
had locked the door behind me when I followed him
inside the pool house.
“Look, I don’t think this is—”
the savage began, but abruptly stopped what he was
saying when I brought my other hand around to touch
his back, running my palm first up and then down
until it cupped his firm ass cheek. I had never been
so bold with him before and I could tell that my
forwardness surprised him.
Deciding to use that to my
advantage, I took my daring a step further and
squeezed his butt, marveling at its firmness, then I
pulled his hips forward to grind against mine.
“Connor, we can’t—” the savage
began again before I cut him off.
My mouth found his and I
brushed my tongue against his bottom lip. I kissed
him with as much expertise as I had, which wasn’t
much, but it didn’t matter. I allowed my innate
skill to emerge and take over the kiss. I forced my
tongue past his lips and sucked.
I still had one hand resting
against his chest and I allowed my thumb to brush
against his nipple until I felt it stiffen under my
touch. I felt the savage tense in my arms, but he
didn’t pull away. I took that to mean that he
accepted what I was doing. That made me confident
enough to nip his bottom lip.
I heard him suck in a breath,
and bit back a smile. Although I was new at being
the initiator, I reveled in my ability to make the
savage lose some of his constant cool. I brought
both of my hands to rest at his waist, lightly
holding him in place.
I rubbed my tongue against him,
and he opened his mouth a little more to provide me
with better access to the warm recesses. I rocked my
hips forward feeling the thick ridge of the savage’s
erection against my belly. I thrust my tongue back
and forth inside his mouth, tasting, stroking,
exploring.
Suddenly, his I felt his arms
come up and encircled me, pulling my body flush
against his, shoulders to thighs. His cock pressed
up against my bare belly, scorching me. My mind went
blank; it felt so good, better than good. I
never wanted it to stop.
“We’ve got to stop,” the savage
choked out.
“No,” I said against his lips
and continued kissing him.
Without thinking, I reached
down and began tugging on his swim trunks.
Immediately, he froze and I realized what I was
doing. Neither of us moved for a moment, then the
mood began to fade and uncertainty started to set
in. I felt heat begin to creep up my neck and flood
my face.
I was about to step away and
begin apologizing when I remembered Griff’s words.
Much of the trouble between the savage and I had
been caused by miscommunication. If the savage
didn’t want me or didn’t like the way I touched him
then he would have to say so, because I had vowed
that I was no longer going to try and guess what he
was thinking and jump to incorrect conclusions. So
instead I held on to his middle and waited for him
to say something.
After a moment, he spoke.
“I’m sorry,” he began, clearing
his throat.
“Why? Because you were enjoying
what we were doing? Because you wanted to do more?”
“You asked me not to touch
you,” he responded without looking at me.
My mouth fell open. Is that
what he thought? How had he misinterpreted my words
so badly?
Instead of asking him, I
decided I would show him just how much I liked being
with him. I would show him in such a way that it
would be impossible to misunderstand. Without pause
I dropped to my knees in front of him. I cupped my
hands behind his legs just above his knees. Then I
slid my palms up the back of his thighs and ass to
grasp his hips.
I feathered eager but
unschooled kisses all over his lower abdomen until I
reached the edge of his shorts. I touched his hard
on through the soft material of his swim trunks,
palming the hardness and squeezing periodically.
After doing this for some time, I gathered my
courage and curled my fingers into the waistband of
his shorts, tugging downward.
Above me, I heard the savage’s
breath catch. But I wasn’t paying him any attention.
I was focusing all my concentration on the task I
was about to perform. This was it; I had to use all
of my virtually nonexistent skill to bring him
pleasure. Because I wanted to please him, I wanted
to make him feel as good as he made me feel each
time he touched me.
I pushed his shorts down to his
feet and his penis sprang free. It throbbed before
my face, thick and hot and heavy. The sight of him
so big and so hard, caused me a moment’s
uncertainty; could I really do this? Yes. I wanted
to—needed to. I wrapped the fingers of one
hand around the base of his penis to hold him in
place and leaned forward.
My tongue darted out to taste
him, placing one small, shy lick at the tip, before
circling the mushroom head. His skin was slightly
salty, incredibly smooth and scorching hot. I had an
overwhelming urge to take his entire length in my
mouth. I opened my mouth wider and drew him in a
couple of inches.
I used my other hand to knead
the firm flesh of his ass cheek. Above me I heard a
groan escape the savage’s throat at the dual
stimulation. This emboldened me and I released his
butt to grasp between his legs until I found the
heavy sac laying there. I heard another groan, this
time accompanied with a rumbling sound.
“Do you like that?” I couldn’t
resist asking him.
When he didn’t answer my
question, I looked up and saw that his eyes were
shut and his head was tipped back. There was a look
of absolute bliss on his face. I felt a surge of
satisfaction knowing that I was responsible for his
obvious pleasure.
With his penis resting on my
tongue I could feel the veins running along his
swollen member. I drew my cheeks in, clamping the
insides of my mouth around him as though I were
sucking a lollipop. I felt the savage’s hands in my
hair, cupping the back of my head and holding me in
place.
I was awkward at first. I
wasn’t sure how much of him to take, how fast or
hard to suck, but I let the encouraging sounds
coming from the back of the savage’s throat guide me
and soon I had fallen into a comfortable rhythm.
Before I knew it I was sucking in earnest. I was
taking so much of him that my nose nearly brushed
his pubic hair, his musky, masculine scent filling
my nostrils.
I was enjoying what I was doing
so much that I soon got carried away and started
sucking with all my might. It was like I was trying
to draw his orgasm out of him. Somewhere in the back
of my mind, a little voice was telling me to temper
my movements, but I was too absorbed in the task at
hand to pay attention.
With a guttural sound, the
savage’s fingers fisted in my hair, pulling me away
from his cock. I gave a small whimper as his
hardness slid out of my mouth with a “pop” sound. I
glanced at the big appendage in front of me that was
glistening with moisture from my sucking and tried
to figure out why he’d stopped me.
“Don’t,” the savage gasped out,
taking a half step back.
“Oh God, did I hurt you? I’m
sorry, I’ve never done—,” my voice faded as the
savage took another step back from me, standing
silent and rigid, hands fisted, eyes sliding shut as
if he couldn’t stand looking at me.
I was grateful for the relative
darkness of the pool house because I felt my face
flame. There was no doubt in my mind that my
inexperience was the reason the savage had stopped.
I wasn’t very good at oral sex because this was my
first attempt. I had done the best I could.
Obviously, my best wasn’t very good.
I was so embarrassed. There was
no way I could remain kneeling on the pool house
floor with the savage naked in front of me, but
unable to even bring himself to look at me. Swiftly,
I stood up, spinning around and heading from the
door. I stubbed my toe on something hard, but didn’t
stop to see what it was in my haste to get away.
I searched blindly for where I
had dropped my swim trunks when I had followed him
into the pool house. I located them in a wet heap
near the door. I kept my back to the savage,
shoulders hunched, as I hurried to pull my shorts
on. Once I had them on, I managed to find the door
to the tiny bathroom.
I went inside, locking the door
behind me and sat down on the toilet with the lid
down. I wanted to stay in the bathroom forever. I
never wanted to see the savage again. I’d never felt
more humiliated. I could still see the look on his
face when he had pulled me off his penis. It had
looked as though he was in pain. I had clearly been
sucking on him too hard.
I waited in the dark little
bathroom, listening for sounds from the other room.
I couldn’t hear anything, so I sat in the bathroom
for a long time. I wanted to make sure the savage
was gone when I stepped out. Then I would find the
rest of my clothes and slip out of the party.
Finally, after what felt like
forever, I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.
I stuck my head out and scanned the rest of the pool
house. It was empty. I made my way over to the door
and walked out into the cool, clear night. I could
hear sounds of laughter and fun coming from the
direction of the pool, so I headed the opposite way.
I needed to be alone.
I went into the main house and
gathered the rest of my clothes. I pulled them on in
a haphazard manner. When I was finished, I debated
looking for Griff to let him know that I was
leaving, but in the end I decided against it. There
was no doubt that he was with Jake, and I didn’t
want to interrupt the two of them. Besides, when he
was ready to go, he could call my cell phone, and I
would let him know that I had already gone home.
******
The next morning Griff showed
up before I was even out of bed. Of course that
could have been due to the fact that I had had
trouble getting to sleep. I’d spent most of the
night thinking, and had only managed to fall asleep
after 4 a.m.
I wasn’t too happy to be woken
up at eight o’clock after only four hours of sleep,
but Griff had come with two steaming cups of
delicious coffee and a dozen donuts, which he held
under my nose. Even though I had resisted getting
out of bed, I was soon seduced by the scent of hot
roasted java and sweet pastries.
As soon as we were seated in
the kitchen, Griff began questioning me. Since I had
taken a few sips of caffeine, I was feeling a little
more alert. I didn’t really want to talk about the
night before, but I knew that Griff wouldn’t rest
until he had the answers he wanted from me.
“So, did you do it?” Griff
asked.
“Do what?” I asked, even though
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Suck his dick,” Griff replied
with great aplomb.
Having not been expecting him
to say that, I choked on the bite of donut I had
just taken and sputtered. I took a big gulp of
coffee to help wash it down, scalding my tongue in
the process. Across from me, Griff sat laughing at
me, completely unsympathetic to my situation.
When I finally had my coughing
under control, I managed to say, “I tried to … I
started to.”
“You started to? What
the fuck does that mean?”
My face
felt like flame and I let my gaze fall to the table
before I answered, “It means that I started sucking
it and then he made me stop because I don’t think I
was doing it right.”
I
didn’t look up, but I could feel Griff’s eyes on me.
“If you
put it in your mouth and sucked it then you were
doing it right,” he finally said. I could hear the
indignation in his voice, and was warmed that he was
offended on my behalf.
“Okay,
start at the beginning and tell me everything that
happened,” he instructed.
“Well,
I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down
his shorts. Then I, you know, started licking and
sucking it. Then he grabbed my head with both hands.
I thought he was enjoying what I was doing, but then
I tried to take as much of him as I could down my
throat and suck really hard and that was when he
stopped me.”
I took
a sip of my coffee when I was done explaining,
chancing a glance at Griff’s face. My throat had
gone slightly dry just thinking about the size, the
flavor of the savage’s cock, the scent of him.
“Anyway, that’s when he pulled me away from him and
said ‘Don’t’. I realized I’d hurt him because I had
been … I’d been sucking so hard. I thought that was
how I was supposed to do it. I’ve never had anyone’s
cock in my mouth before.”
Griff
looked like he wanted to interrupt so I rushed on,
“Up until that moment, I honestly thought he was
enjoying it. But then he made me stop and he
wouldn’t look at me …” I ended on a shrug.
“Then I
ran and hid in the bathroom. I made myself look even
more of a fool.”
Griff
looked like he had no idea what to say. It was
obvious he hadn’t considered anything like this
happening when he had first encouraged me to do what
I had done. I didn’t blame him. I mean, who could
have predicted an outcome like that?
Just then his cell phone
started ringing. Griff retrieved his phone from the
front pocket of his jeans, checking the flip screen
for caller ID.
“Hold on a sec. It’s Jake,” he
said, flipping it open.
He pushed a button and spoke
into the phone.
“Hello?”
I couldn’t hear what Jake was
saying, but I could surmise what his questions were
from Griff’s answers.
“I’m at Connor’s house … I was
going to come over as soon as I was done here … No!
Don’t get dressed, I’ll be right over.”
I chuckled at that last
statement, but as I watched, a frown came over
Griff’s face at something Jake was saying. He
listened as Jake spoke, occasionally uttering,
“uh-huh, uh-huh.”
After a few moments, he covered
the mouthpiece of his phone with his hand and turned
to me, saying, “Jake says the savage didn’t come
home last night.”
My mind was immediately filled
with all sorts of unpleasant thoughts as I imagined
where the savage might have spent the night. And who
with.
Griff went back to listening to
whatever Jake was saying, but I was no longer paying
attention. I was consumed with thoughts of the
savage spending the night with someone else after he
had rejected me. I felt an unexpected and intense
wave of pain.
The savage had pushed me away
last night when I had tried to touch him, and then
he had gone and fucked someone else. Obviously, it
wasn’t a lack of arousal that had caused him to
reject me. Was I really so horrible that anyone else
was preferable to me?
I was so lost in my own
thoughts that I didn’t hear Griff hang up.
“I have
to go,” Griff said, snapping me out of my bleak
imaginings. “Jake is waiting for me and I don’t want
to keep him waiting.”
There
was a wicked glint in his eyes as he spoke that I
couldn’t help but notice. Of course he was eager to
go see his boyfriend, who was currently naked and in
bed, waiting for him to arrive. I shot Griff a
glance that said I was well aware that he was making
excuses to escape. He had, in essence, gotten me
into this mess and I was fully expecting him to get
me out of it.
“I’ll
think about your situation – talk it over with Jake
– and get back to you,” Griff spoke as he stood up.
I watched as he scarfed down the rest of the donut
he was holding and grabbed his coffee, heading for
the backdoor.
Again I
wasn’t surprised that he had shared with Jake some
of the details of my relationship with the savage. I
didn’t really mind either; maybe Jake could offer
some interesting insight.
“I’ll
call you tonight,” he said, pausing with the door
open, but I just waved him off.
The
minute Griff disappeared, my mind returned to the
savage and his mysterious whereabouts last night. I
couldn’t deny that it hurt, a lot, that he had
turned down my offer of a blow job only to go find
someone else to finish what I had started. My ego
was taking a beating. Had I really done such a bad
job?
Sighing, I shut the lid on the donut box and put the
remaining ones in the fridge. It was still too early
to be up and I was going back to bed. I had just
reached the stairs when a thought popped into my
head. Turning, I headed towards the den. I grabbed
the cordless phone from its cradle and, before I
could think the better of it, I dialed the savage’s
cell phone number.
After
two rings someone picked up.
“Hello?” I couldn’t identify the voice of the person
speaking.
“Uh,
hi,” I stammered, “who is this?”
They
hesitated a brief moment before answering, “It’s
Chris. Who’s this?”
At the
mention of the name Chris, I tensed. My worst fears
had just been confirmed. The savage had spent the
night with Chris Brown. Why else would Chris have
his phone? I didn’t – couldn’t – respond to his
question, and I just hung up.
For a
long minute, I stood rooted in place, not sure what
to do. Although, I’d had my suspicions, I had
secretly hoped that I was wrong. I couldn’t believe
that the savage had actually fucked Chris Brown.
Suddenly feeling very tired, I replaced the phone
and started heading for my room. I needed to lie
down. In my current state, I felt like I could sleep
for a month. I had almost reached the stairs when I
heard the doorbell ring.
Since I
wasn’t expecting anyone today, I assumed that Griff
had come back. I wondered why he would be ringing
the bell when he usually just came in through the
backdoor. I considered ignoring him, but decided
against it in case it was someone else. Like a
salesman or an evangelist.
I
yanked open the door, but it wasn’t Griff standing
in front of me. It was the savage. My reaction was
instantaneous. I felt my cock jerk against the
cotton boxers under my too-tight jeans. My mouth
immediately went dry. Even early in the morning he
looked good enough to eat.
I knew
that I should say something, but my brain had
short-circuited and I couldn’t come up with
anything, so I just stood there staring like and
imbecile. Finally the savage spoke up.
“Can I
come in?” he asked.
I
thought about refusing, but knew that I couldn’t do
that, so instead I just stepped aside to allow him
entry.
“You’re
a tease, you know that?” He didn’t even wait for me
to close the door before he growled the accusation.
Something in his voice had me taking a cautious step
back, “What do you mean?”
“Last
night. Taking my cock in your mouth and then running
away.”
Abruptly, I froze.
“You’re
the one who told me to stop. You pushed me away,” I
said.
Instead
of responding to my statement he asked, “Why did you
run away?”
I kept
quiet for a moment, debating whether or not I should
tell him the truth. Then I decided that, at this
point, I really had nothing to lose.
“I was
embarrassed. I thought you didn’t like it because I
was … so forceful. I thought I hurt you. You were
standing there and you wouldn’t even look at me,
what else was I supposed to think?”
“Maybe
that I was less than two seconds away from coming
and I didn’t think you would appreciate me shooting
my load down your throat without any warning,” he
paused and took a step towards me, “seeing you
kneeling there in front of me, taking my cock, was …
incredible. I almost came from that alone.”
I
almost couldn’t believe I had heard him right.
Before I could guess his intention, he pushed me up
against the wall, pressing his body to mine to hold
me in place.
“Is this what you want?” he
asked rubbing his hips against my own.
I couldn’t speak; that was
exactly what I wanted.
Without waiting for my
response, the savage lowered his head and began
kissing me. It was the most intense kiss we had ever
shared. In fact, it was more than a kiss. I
could feel all of the hunger, the desire, the
passion that was contained within it.
The kiss was long and wet and
it left my lips feeling bruised. It took a moment
for my senses to return then I remembered that we
were standing in the hallway and I worried at
getting caught until I realized that we had the
entire house to ourselves. My parents were out of
town and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
The whole place was quiet; the
only sounds that could be heard were of us
breathing. He pressed me tight to the bulge growing
in his trousers and we continued to kiss, taking our
time. I was just starting to relax when the savage
broke the kiss and lowered his lips to a spot just
below my ear.
I shivered at the contact, then
I heard him whisper, “Turn around and face the
wall.”
My whole body froze and my eyes
popped open. I found the savage staring at me
intently, his eyes gazing into my own. He was
waiting to see if I would do what he said. Or if I
would chicken out.
I swallowed hard and let my
eyes fall to the floor. Then I took in a fortifying
breath and slowly turned to face the wall.
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