Page 20 of Darkness and Duress

“Fuck you,” he growled. Evidently, I found a way to shut off Marco’s ability to form sentences. He muttered fuck you under his breath over and over as his hips rose with each stroke and his head rolled back to stare at the ceiling.

“Lemme make you feel good,” I murmured, inching my fingertips higher. I carefully reached for his belt and undid it at a glacial pace. “Choke me with this big cock, baby. Fuck my whore mouth like you hate me.”

“I do.” He licked his lips again, refusing to tear his focus from the ceiling. “Hate you so fucking much.”

“Yes, you do.” I moved on to the button and had it open with a deft snap of the fingers. “Do you hate me enough to wreck my throat with this?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I carefully unzipped the fly of his pants and worked my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. The noticeable wet spot staining the material darker had me salivating with every depraved fantasy I could imagine. This was so fucked up. So twisted. So wrong. I wanted it so badly. Despite how much he claimed he didn't want it, he was just as strung out over it. His grip on my hair tightened until the blinding pain was almost too much. I wanted that just as badly.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” I pulled the waistband down and revealed his cock. Oh, what a glorious sight it was. Thick, veiny, leaking precum, and so hard, the head glistened dark red. I curled my fingers around the base of it and gave it a long, hard pull. He surged forward and rose to his feet with a growl.

“Don’t touch!” His looming height and punishing grip in my hair had my neck straining as I peered up at him. I let my hands fall to my lap and opened my mouth wide to lick away anotherbead of precum from the slit of his dick. His eyes narrowed, full of hate and rage and confusion and fear. “You asked for this.”

I nodded as best I could with his fist still coiled in my hair. God, was I asking for it. With big neon signs saying “yes please” flashing over my head. To drive home the point, I let my mouth fall open and my tongue stick out.

“Fuck you,” he snarled, even as his free hand coiled around the base of his dick. He slapped the head of his cock against my tongue, muffling a groan as he did it again with more force. After the third time, he let his girth slide over it to invade my mouth. The pungent musk of his arousal had me drooling down my chin.

He pushed forward, unrelenting in his advance, until I was gagging on the head. He released the base and grabbed another fistful of my hair, pulling so hard tears sprung to my eyes. With no warning whatsoever, he yanked me by the hair until my nose was buried in the curly nest of pubes at the root. Holy fuck, he was big. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't make a sound other than a strained gargle as he pulled me off before immediately slamming his cock back down my throat.

My vision blurred as tears flooded my eyes, but I refused to look away. He would know exactly who was giving him such pleasure, whether he wanted to admit it or not. The eye contact only served to drive him more feral. Jaw clenched and fists gripping tight, he fucked my face in earnest. Fast, punishing thrusts met each yank of my head. The sheer brutality of it wasglorious.

Tears and saliva and sweat drenched my face and dripped from my jawline as he ruthlessly pounded my willing mouth with all the unbridled fury he kept buried inside. Thrust after thrust, he abused my throat with reckless abandon, his lips pulled back in a grimace as sweat droplets rained from his brow to land on mine. He was devastatingly unhinged and I brieflyworried I might not survive the full force of Marco’s wrath. Fuck if I didn't want it, though.

His movements grew more erratic and ten times more ferocious until, with a bestial cry that echoed rough and ragged off the walls, he slammed his cock as deep as he could and clutched my head to his pelvis with crushing force. I felt each and every throbbing pulse of his dick against the ravaged walls of my throat as he unloaded inside of me, instantly mourning the fact that I wouldn't be able to taste the heady flavor of his cum on my tongue. Suffocating under the force of his grip, I lifted my hands to push at his thighs.

He jerked me off his dick by the hair and all but flung me away. It happened so fast, I barely caught myself from tumbling backward with a slap of my palms against the floor. We stared at one another, wide-eyed and panting, before my swollen lips quirked into a smirk.

My voice was absolutely wrecked as I spoke. “Not gay, but not so straight after all—”

“Shut up!” He lifted his hand in a warning. My body buzzed with pure, unadulterated arousal.

I smiled, deranged and delirious. “Do it.”

“Bran, I mean it—”

“Do it!” The rough, ravaged croak of my dare hung heavy in the air as milliseconds stretched into slow motion. Freeze frame images flashed in rapid succession as lust distorted my perception of time and space. He whipped his arm back. It swung in an arc. Crack. My head jerked to the side as the back of his hand connected with my cheek. My gaze sought his face again as a thrill raced through my spine. Horror and disbelief and burning hot desire played over his features as he froze.

My hands trembled as I raced to open my pants. I had my dick free in seconds. “Again!”

“Bran, I—”

“Again!” God, my voice was unrecognizable for how rough and broken it was. I pumped my cock with wild, desperate need.

His horror shifted into anger as he lifted his hand and swung. The flat of his palm connected with the other cheek and sent a flash of heat racing over my skin. My body tensed as the pain and pleasure reached its peak and cum shot in thick ropes from my cock. The moaning wail of ecstasy that escaped my aching throat was more of a howl than any human sound I had ever made.

I spasmed and hunched forward, bracing myself upright with one arm as I milked the last of my orgasm from my dick with a shaky hand. Breathless, boneless, burning hot with sensation, I dropped my other palm to the floor and struggled to get my lungs working right again. I caught Marco taking a step back from the fringes of my field of vision. And then another step. His eyes locked on mine as I looked up. The terror in his gaze drenched the last vestiges of my lust with a bucket of ice water.

“Marc, hey…” I sat back on my heels. “C’mere.”

“No! No… I… I have to… I'm going to go.” He hurried to right his garments with visibly trembling hands. Another step had him at the door. Before I could call out to him again, he had it open and was already fleeing. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I heard a muffled apology. The silence that fell over the apartment sucked the air from my lungs. The hollow place left behind started to ache with a familiar feeling I despised—loneliness.

I stripped out of my shirt and used it to wipe up the mess before I dragged myself off the floor. My feet carried me to the front window without a second thought. I peeked through the blinds and the ache in my chest grew more intense as my heart broke. Shattered. Burst into a million shards that turned my chest cavity into wreckage. I pressed my fingers to my sternum to ease the pain with no luck.

Illuminated by a solemn sentinel of a streetlight, I watched in shock and regret as Marco struck the steering wheel with his fists, once, twice, three times before folding over it with what could only be a sob. His body convulsed with his despair. I couldn't hear it, but I knew in my gut that the sounds he was likely making would pulverize the remnants of my heart. I couldn't watch him fall apart like this. Yet I lingered there at the window, unable to look away.

I wanted to reach out. I wanted to hold him together. I wanted to save him from the misery. My feet remained rooted to the floor. For long, languishing moments, he clung to the wheel of the car as sobs tore through his body. His torment left me feeling even more wrecked than our impassioned encounter had. Even after he unfurled himself from the wheel and the vehicle disappeared into the night, I stood stockstill and paralyzed. What had I done? What had we done?

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