Page 15 of Drag Me Up

Little faggot loves it so much he’s crying for more…

Wiping the tears away before they can ruin my makeup, I wish Mattie never left me. I never would have been at that party if he was there for my birthday.

But what ifs don’t change anything. This is today, fiveyears later. I have a hot guy waiting for me. I will let him use and abuse my hole so that I can forget everything. Lewis will be my temporary fix.

Pulling up to the hotel, I hand my key to the valet as usual. He just smiles at me, knowing he’s going to get a phenomenal tip in the morning.

Heading inside, I grab Lewis by the hand and drag him to the elevators. Once we’re enclosed in the metal box and ascending to the suite I reserved for tonight, I push him against the side and kiss him as if my life depends on it. The tension in his body is my first warning that when he said he wanted to get to know me better, he meant actually getting to know me.

He was begging for it, flirting and looking like that…

NO!

I’m not going to be like them!

“I- I’m sorry,” I stammer as I jump back to the opposite corner. “You didn’t consent to that. Oh, God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

My heart is beating out of my chest as I watch the shock bleed away from Lewis’s face. He gives me a soft smile and holds his hand out toward me when the door opens on my floor.

“Come on, Cutie,” he says softly. “I may be new to being with someone other than a woman, but I know that you didn’t do anything I wasn’t going to want to do once we got into the room.”

Taking his hand, I lead him to my suite. Memoriesare assaulting me, but the soft steel of his hand holding onto mine is keeping me from drowning. I look at him in confusion when he holds out his other hand to me. He chuckles and pulls the keycard from my hand to let us inside the room.

Confusion and fear battle inside of me while Lewis leads me to the sofa. Sitting down, he pulls me onto his lap, further muddling my head. But this is so different from anything I’ve ever experienced. The memories, their voices, aren’t as loud or demanding.

“Let’s try this again,” Lewis says as he puts his warm hand on my cheek. Turning me to face him, he captures my lips in a slow and sensual caress. This time, I am the one to freeze. What the fuck is he doing to me?

My body responds even though my brain is short circuiting. I try to ramp things up, but Lewis holds me back with that single fucking hand on my cheek. I may be a bottom, but I’ve never been a true sub. I don’t give control. I don’t let others set the pace.

But there is something about the quiet strength Lewis is giving off that makes me want to follow his lead. My head is spinning, but it’s all so very different. This is so different, that my body isn’t fighting it. My mind is completely befuddled, but I want more.

I. Want. This.

Lewis gently pulls my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss. I can only stare as he removes his own to reveal an absolutely glorious specimen of the male body. I don’t know how old he is, but it’s obvious he puts in the work to stay in shape. Running my fingers through thesoft hair on his chest, I notice a small tattoo over his heart. Leaning closer, I see it is a tiny unicorn surrounded by stars.

It’s beautiful.

When I trace the horn of the unicorn, Lewis pulls my hand away. I lift my eyes to his face and see sadness there. I’m not dumb. That tattoo is for someone he loved and isn’t around anymore. Is it wrong of me to be jealous after only knowing him for about an hour?

Leaning up, I kiss him to take his mind off whoever that tattoo is for. Call me a petty bitch if you want to, but I’m not having him thinking about anyone but me tonight. This time, Lewis lets me heat the kiss up a bit more, letting me bury my hands in his hair and hold his face to mine. I can’t hold back the moan as his fingers brush over my exposed nipples. His hand comes up to my throat to push my chin up. Nibbling on my neck, he gently lays me down on the cushion.

Leaning back, he raises his eyebrow in question. I nod frantically. I don’t know what he is planning to do to me, but there isn’t a rainbow’s chance in a MAGA rally that I’m telling him “No” at this point. Whatever magic this man has, I’m not objecting. My body isn’t fighting with my brain for once in my life.

Lewis runs a trail of kisses down my chest, stopping briefly to nuzzle at my navel piercing. On days I work, I keep it simple. It’s just a simple amethyst, Mattie’s favorite gemstone. Most days, it helps keep me centered, lets me pretend he’s still out there somewhere thinking about me. Today, I wish I had worn another one. I don’twant to be thinking about anyone else but the beautiful man showing me things I’ve never known…

“I love amethyst,” Lewis mutters as he kisses around my belly button. “It’s my favorite stone.”

Before the pain of missing Mattie can take root, Lewis moves up to my nipple and puts just the right amount of pressure into his bite to have me arching up off the cushion. I don’t even notice that he somehow manages to remove my pants without my knowledge. My brain shut down for a few seconds there, but the next thing I’m aware of, I am being carried to the bedroom, barely covered by my manties and ready for my…

My what?

Oh, fuck it! I don’t care what I call him. He’s mine.

13

MATT

Waiting in the lobby for the cutie to show up at the hotel, I took advantage of my headstart to do a perfunctory search to figure out what all I needed to know about making sure sex is pleasurable from the male’s perspective, as far as receiving goes. I mean, Sylvia and I went through a bit of an experimentation phase where she tried pegging me, so I know I’m not really keen on bottoming. But I want to make sure that I get this right for my cutie.

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