Page 71 of Blaze & Ajax

I wish it had been more of a catharsis, but it did open my heart up more for Ajax. I wasn’t sure why the destruction helped, but maybe it was because he came with me and destroyed with me without asking too many questions or even stopping me. Who cared that he wasn’t himself? It made him happy, and he…

Nope. I still refused to go there.

Suddenly, I was on my back, dazed, and unable to breathe. When I came to a second later, I found Ajax on top of me, smiling like crazy.

“We need to fuck on your car before we go.”

“We need to go before we’re arrested.”

“Whatever. Then we can fuck each other in jail.”

I snorted a laugh. “You’re fucking nuts, you know that, right?”

“I’myournut.”

In seconds, our helmets were ripped off, and I was flipped onto my stomach and shoved onto the hood of my car as Ajax ripped my T-shirt off and worked my pants and underwear down.

Unless things changed, there were no cameras in the garage, so I didn’t worry about being seen.

Jesus, I wasn’t sure I could take another pounding, but I did it for him. If he needed me, he could have me.

While his spit-covered dick slid in effortlessly since I was still stretched, it burned like a motherfucker. My ass was raw as hell. I clawed at the hood of the car and let Ajax have his way with me.

“Fuck yeah… I love your fucking hole.Myhole,” he grunted. “This hole belongs to me to do with what I wish.”

“Yes, it’s yours. Always yours,” I said.

Ajax fell on top of my back, thrusting, and bit the fuck out of my shoulder. I grunted and winced at the pain. He did it again on my other shoulder. After several more bites, he licked away the sting before biting me again. I had to have been bleeding. It hurt that much, but I let him do it.

Thrust. Bite. Thrust. Bite.

My body was going to be fucking bruised and in pain for a while, but it belonged to Ajax now. He owned all of me, inside and out.

The shadow chased mefor days—some monster in the darkness, lurking in the corner of my mind. I had no idea what it was. All I knew was that I needed to keep running as fast as possible so it would never catch me.

Just keep moving.

Just keep moving.

Run, run, run.

It couldn’t catch me if I didn’t hold still.

This energy, joy… fuck. I’d never been so alive and accomplished.

I wasking.

I was power.

But it didn’t matter how fast I ran or what I did. It caught up to me, anyway. The night always caught up to the day, just like my shadow caught up to my brightness.

I lay in bed, not wanting to get up for work. My eyes were closed, freaking out about all the money I’d recently spent. I struggled to remember spending that much, flickers of shopping for things… But when I checked my account recently to buy food, I did a double take, seeing it was all gone. I’d cleaned out my entire savings, and I didn’t have much to begin with. Fuck, and the rent was due soon. Even worse, I’d destroyed my bathroom, and I couldn’t even take a shower or have the money to fix it.

I recalled having this desperate urge to fix up my place. What was I thinking? I wasn’t a fucking DIY guy. I had no idea how to put up tile. How was I going to fix all this?

I struggled to get out of bed again to go to work, so I could earn something to pay off all this shit, but my body melded to my bed.

Oh, fuck.

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