Page 22 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

My apartment’s vibe is sort of industrial. But it’s also my stuff, so it’s like a rainbow vibrantly exploded onto the black-and-metallic furniture. Very suited to a studio above a queer nightclub where the evening revels pulse through the floor.

Laur makes no movement to take off his coat as he takes in this view. Not unimpressed. Not suspicious. A strategic evaluation.

I step nearer to help him with his clothes, ready to kiss and undress, to ignore whatever disaster had happened to the rest of his body. This bout of wildly passionate, totally protected sex is the best he’ll ever get.

Laur wanders out of my reach as if he doesn’t notice me, strides up to my swiveling computer chair. “All right. Take your clothes off.”

I scoff at his command and stick my hands into my shorts, pushing them a little lower and posing. “Is that all?”

His gaze travels over my body, pausing on my crotch and then back to my face. “Yup.”

Laur pulls my computer chair to a clear space in the room, sits, and stares at me. The intensity makes me uneasy. I want him to want more of me, to consent enthusiastically to kisses at the very least. But if the only thing he wants is a private striptease, I’ll wear down his resistance.

He stops me at the first sway of my hips. “Just normal. I want to see it all.”

It all. Not you. The request ripples through me. Dehumanizing. Who the fuck is this guy?

I tear out of my clothes like it’s a quick change. I only pause at the red thong.

Laur regards me with piercing, cold eyes and I feel as if I’m removing my clothes at the threat of violence. Like his gaze is a loaded gun. I yank off the underwear and let it join the litter of my clothes on the clear hardwood. There. He can see it all.

The bass thumps dimly on the floor, and images drizzle through my brain. This man would be king of the hate fuck. Kneeing over me, slamming his ass onto my prick. Bent over my kitchen counter commanding me to go harder. These thoughts hit me like a bullet aimed and fired from his crystal-blue eyes straight to my cock.

Laur beckons me nearer using two fingers of his left hand. The right rests on his knee, the glove tips crumpled. I strut over to him, not suspecting any trap.

He cups my balls in his gloved hand, rolling them over the leather. His right hand, the really mangled one, strokes across my ass possessively. His grip would be unmistakable. Hot as a brand.

He does nothing but look. As if my cock is a piece of museum art. But he’s a critic. Hard-eyed and unforgiving, he studies my cock to find the flaws in my family jewels.

I struggle to breathe, shaking apart from this … unexpected lust. By the time he slips his hand away from my balls, my cock is painfully rigid under his unkind judgment.

Say something!

I badly want to tease him back under my control, but not only can I not think of anything, I’m not sure I’d have the courage to speak. Somehow, this angry little man has taken complete power over me. When did that happen?

Finally, he takes pity on my anguished dick and strokes the base delicately. I suppress my relieved sigh, but he notices. He holds eye contact while he leans closer, his mouth inches from my bursting cock-head. His breath tatters what’s left of my calm, when he whispers, “When you come, I’ll swallow.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

Laur grazes just the tip with his tongue. Sucking with an artificial delicacy. Tightening his lips with a cruel softness.

I groan. The huskiness, the raw want in my voice startles me. I drop a hand on his head in the hopes of coaxing my cock deeper. My fingers slip as he stiffens and shifts away. But his grip—the fingers on my balls—tighten, bordering on pain. He glares.

Is he afraid of me? Worried I’ll grab him by his scruffy beard and fuck his face? Or that I’ll wrestle him to the floor?

Do it. Tear up this little shit’s ass.

Should he be afraid of me?

I tuck my hands behind my head and smile down at him reassuringly.

Laur, who had never been reassured in his life, sucks a little harder. Runs his tongue in wet circles around my head.

“You’re a goddamned tease.”

He swallows my whole cock to the base and sucks hard as he withdraws, sending rockets of pleasure through my spine. Until my cock slips out of his mouth with a wet pop. “Naw. Teasing is your job.”

Laur raps his tongue along my shaft in quick beats of bliss, but he also pinches at my balls. My cock is a rope in an overwhelming game of tug-of-war between pleasure and pain. When I can’t handle the mixed signals, almost immediately I step back.

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