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Caught in each other, all I could do was watch him as his calves tensed around my hips and he arched his back, breaking my hot stare. Had he seen too much there?

The last time I tried being soft with him, he threw his fist at me and wouldn’t let me near him for a week unless it was work. That was until I dragged him into this shitty closet and forced my cock inside him while he was begging me to stop. He came so fucking hard so many times that he was an absolute mess by the end and I swear I saw an actual smile. Since then, I’ve tried to treat him exactly like that. Even when I want to drag him to bed and fall asleep with him like a fucking pussy.

Whenever I'd show him a hint of anything other than hate, he'd try to escape. I’d be as cruel to him as he needed me to be. There was nothing like hearing Eli bleat like a little bitch when I drove myself inside him.

I grabbed his neck, pulling him to my mouth. Not just to taste him, but so I didn’t have to deal with the fucking trembles of lust running through me as he cleared the last inch. His ass slapped on my hips as I bottomed out, and I couldn't fucking deal. I fell forward, the hand that was gripping my cock slamming into the wall, groans tearing from us both as my body exploded with pleasure.

I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks. It made it easier to get nice and deep as I thrust upwards, his whole body jolting, his jaw open in a silent shout.

With his leaking cock already pressed against his taut shorts, it would be easy to make him come all over my chest. I had to bury my cock completely inside him so he didn’t forget me.

Eli gasped, breaking the kiss. “Caleb, you’re so fucking huge,” he moaned. I was so close to coming I almost ripped my cock out of him just so I didn’t look like a weak ass little bitch. It had only been three days, but I was acting as if I hadn’t seen him for a year.

“Did you forget about my cock already?” I asked bitterly. Or did he have someone else inside him when he was away? Because he had that whore he visited when I wasn’t enough for him, when he needed pussy more than a cock in his ass. He thought I didn’t know about her, but I’d had a guy tail him on his trips to the city, and even followed him myself. He met up with her whenever the mood took him, dragged her to a motel and didn't come out for hours. It was enough to know he had something proper going on with her, and that he liked older women. It was another reason I bit him, so his woman could see she didn’t own him, not like I did.

His fingers swept up my neck, sparks rushing over my skin, the rough scrapes along the top of my spine making that kind of jealous bullshit evaporate instantly.

I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care if he slept with other people. I could too, if I wanted. It was just I didn't feel like it since I met him. No one else was good enough. No one would fight me and scream for me like Eli.

When he opened his ass for me like this, when he cried out my name, when he spat hate at me or looked as if he was seconds from slicing my throat - it was amazing. I was so fucking crazy that I dreamed of locking him up so no one could touch him but me.

“Caleb!” Eli groaned as he used his thighs on my hips to rock on my cock.

And it was fucking fantastic.

His ass was so fucking perfect. Eli could barely get a single word out as he shook his ass up and down, taking me to the fucking hilt.

He was so gone. Any of the fight he had out in the gym vanished, and I was the one thing holding him together.

There was nothing like it. Nothing could even compare to being with Eli.

“Caleb,” he gasped as I took over, holding his hips still as I drew mine back and slammed inside him. His yell burst out of him, echoing around us and thrumming through me, covering my deep moan.

“Please,” he whined, and I nearly fucking collapsed. Eli acted cold with most people. I almost couldn’t handle it when he gave in. “Caleb, harder. Just give me more.” I knew those words were going to follow me around for weeks. He was practically fucking drooling because of my cock. He was needier than usual; scratching me, clinging to me, riding me like he was made for clenching on my dick. And if that wasn’t the best feeling in the world, I don’t know what was.

“You want more of my cock? Does my greedy little slut want more?” I taunted. I gripped his ass, forcing him down, making him stay still with my cock pressed high inside him.

He grit his jaw, glaring at me, panting, melting as he rubbed his back against the wall as if it would somehow make the huge cloying ache that had us both in a chokehold disappear. Because our need to ruin each other fucking burned more than the hot sweat dripping off of his body.

I thrust up into him and his eyes rolled, his nails so sharp on my neck that I knew I’d be carrying marks as well. Holding him in place, I pulled out slowly, watching him come undone at the rough slide of my cock against his ass.

“Fuck,” he spat out as I nearly reached the tip. “Fuck, Caleb. Just-” he gasped, cutting himself off. He didn’t have to say anything else. The way he clung to me, how he shivered even though my dick was barely in him, he was on fire for me.

I nearly came. I loved how much he hated me. I was so fucking close to wrapping my arms around him, squashing him against me, kissing him and loving him and taking him so sweetly he’d tell me how he felt too. I didn’t just want to fuck him. I wanted more. And I wanted it so fucking badly that I had to treat him like this to keep him close to me.

“Again,” I choked as I held him on the edge, torturing us. “I want to hear it again. Say again how much you want my cock.” Because I was never going to get tired of it. I could fucking tell. “You don’t get to move until I hear the words, Eli.”

I thought he’d fight me like a fucking man, but he pushed against me, trying to lower himself back onto my cock.

He groaned, heels digging into my ass like he could make me stick my dick back into him. And it was close, it was so fucking close. Not being able to fuck him was hell, and I wanted him to suffer too. I wanted him to admit how he belonged to me, how he was always going to be mine because I couldn’t fucking stand the thought that one day he might leave.

A sigh shuddered through me and he curved his back, looking down at me. He could destroy me right now and I wouldn’t stop him. But pain creased his face, anger burning off of him as he sucked in a breath. “I want it,” he said hoarsely, the words bursting from him.

“Louder,” I snapped. I rocked my hips, just enough to give him a taste of what he was missing by being so fucking stubborn.

“Caleb,” he said, his tone low as he slid his fingers through my hair and grasped my skull. Murder in his eyes, he bent forward, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “I want you to fuck me hard. Give me your cock,” he whispered, warm air scattering across my lips before he gently bit the tip of my nose, so tenderly I thought I was dreaming. “Slide in deep and come inside me.” His voice tremored at the last moment, and I fucking lost it.

There wasn’t a single fucking chance I was keeping myself off of him when he spoke like that.

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