Page 13 of Enslaved

Court finished his drink. “Nah. I don’t think I will. Are you ready to get out of here? You still have to make it up to me, so I tell everyone you have a little dick and cried afterward.”

He was serious. Holy hell. Heath had never wanted anything more. He paid the bill without meeting Court’s gaze. Heath knew the neediness was in his eyes. The last couple of days had been killing him. It was stupid how badly he wanted the same man he’d loathed a week ago. He stood and finally met Heath’s stare.

“May I walk you back to our room?”

The sweet way Court smiled at his overly gentlemanly tone melted Heath’s heart. “I’d like that.” Court stood and held Heath’s elbow as they headed out and down the street. The air was sticky. Thankfully, the room wasn’t far. It was up a set of ridiculously narrow staircases that forced Heath to move behind Court. It was a good view. Once he let Court inside their room, he wasn’t sure what to do. Despite Court’s words, Heath didn’t want to fall on him like a horny bastard. Court deserved better. Heath’s body lit like a rocket when Court ended being the one who attacked.

Court’s hands were everywhere. He wasn’t gentle. Court pushed and tugged at Heath’s clothes while their mouths clashed. Aftera moment of absolute insanity, they were half clothed, and Heath realized he didn’t want things to go this way. He didn’t want to race to have Court and cheapen the moment. Heath took control, slowing things down. He held Court’s face between his hands and savored the way their tongues played as he backed Court toward the bed. When the backs of Court’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, he slowly eased Court down before joining him. He worked on divesting them of the remainder of their clothes, but he didn’t rush. Heath wanted to have time to memorize every inch of Court. He kissed a path down Court’s gorgeous chest and stomach before dragging Court’s pants and underwear down his hips. Fuck. Everything about him was perfect for Heath. He fully intended to lick Court’s cock. Instead, he found himself on his back, staring at the ceiling, and wondering how he got there. Court had flipped him so fast. Then his clothes were gone, and his dick was in Court’s mouth. He wanted to argue, but his throat wouldn’t work. Court was fucking masterful. Heath’s hips lifted and his muscles clenched. Again, he was ready to blow in Court’s mouth so fast, it had to be a world record. Court squeezed Heath’s cock at the base, cutting off his orgasm.

A startled cry ripped from Heath.

“Shhh.” Court kept Heath’s cock squeezed while the building pressure ebbed. Heath wondered if he would go blind. “Trust me,” Court whispered as he released him. “I’ve got you.”

Heath couldn’t respond. He couldn’t fucking breathe. The sensation of nearly blowing like lightning combined with the immediate denial had him spinning. All he could do was pant and stare as he watched Court suit up and lube his cock.Then Court’s dick pressed against the tight ring of muscles surrounding his asshole. Heath couldn’t even tense. His shock still ran too deep.

“Are you still with me?”

Heath nodded, even though he had no idea.

“Good boy. Open up for me. Don’t tense.”

Tense? Heath was like a rag doll, waiting to be played with.

Then Court went root deep and Heath lost control. He became the biggest power bottom to ever power. Heath clawed at Court’s skin, tugging and pulling. He used Court. Heath fucked himself on Court’s body. Court might have pumped inside Heath, but Heath took what he wanted. He likely looked like a madman, tearing at Court to get a single orgasm. Heath already knew he would look back at this night in humiliation because he was a wreck. A needy whore. He whined and whimpered, fighting toward the edge. Court stared down at him, intently watching his every desperate move.

“That’s it, beautiful. You’re almost there.” Court sounded so goddamn calm. Heath was ready to tear off his skin. “Fuck. You look sexy right now. Let me see you blow. I want it.” Goddamn. Heath couldn’t disobey. He cried out as cum shot from him. It was the hardest orgasm he had ever experienced. It felt exactly like he had the one Court denied him plus this one together. His body convulsed. Heath babbled words without recollection. Likely, he begged Court to marry him. His soul was rocked. Buthe still saw Court with a crystal clarity as his face hardened and his teeth bared. He pumped hard inside Heath, riding the same waves as Heath. In the middle of the biggest emotional storm of his life, Heath swore his thoughts were clearer than ever before. He knew exactly why he had hated Court so much. Court belonged to him, and he never wanted to see Court on the arm of another man again, or so help Heath. He would kill him.

There was a reason Court had steered clear of Heath over the past few years, besides the obvious hating him. Court had been so deeply infatuated with Heath at one time, it had definitely turned to love. He was scared shitless of the way Heath made him feel. Court had tried locking down his emotions and simply fucking Heath. But Heath hadn’t shut down and Court couldn’t unsee every emotion Heath had shown him. Now Heath held Court in a way he had needed for years. Heath had done so through every second of the night and Court had barely slept for fear of losing the arms around him. Why did Heath have to turn out to be so goddamn perfect? Court didn’t know if the cracks in his heart were healing or getting wider. Heath threatened every aspect of Court’s life, from his job to his sanity.

Soft lips brushed his forehead. “Why are you having such a hard time sleeping? Are you worried about your dad?”

Unexpectedly, Court found himself fighting back tears. There was the perfection again. He didn’t know how to shield himself. Court swallowed. “I suppose.”

“Hmm.” Heath’s fingertips trailed up and down Court’s spine. “I see. You’re drawing a picture in your head of all the ways I’ll fuck up your life.”

Despite himself, Court smiled. “Maybe.”

Heath gently rolled, tucking Court beneath him. He stared down at Court. “You’re not wrong.”

Court’s throat immediately swelled.

Heath didn’t stop. “I like you.” He chuckled. “Those are words I never thought I’d say, but I do. You’re smart, sexy, and amazing. I like you.”

“This sounds an awful lot like the ‘I like you but’ speech.”

Heath shook his head. “But yeah, in a way.” Court wanted to shove him away and break his nose, but he couldn’t move, and Heath didn’t stop talking. “I like you, but I can’t watch you go out with other guys. Yeah, I know. It’s your job and you don’t have sex for money, but I want you to be with me.” Heath swallowed. He looked truly vulnerable in a way Court had always wanted to see. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Widening. The cracks in his heart were widening. “That’s incredibly sweet and I understand, but—like you said—it’s my job. My dad has sucked me dry for years.” He desperately wanted Heath to know it wasn’t him. Heath wasn’t the problem. His fucked-up life was. “I’m barely hanging on and I could never afford to simply quit.” Defeat washed over him. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized exactly how badly he wanted to stop pretending to enjoy being on the arm of old rich men. He wanted to sit home and be in love. Court craved a quiet life.

“Okay. Then let me take care of you.”

Court’s chest hurt. “I could never ask that of you. You’d always wonder if I only wanted your money.”

Heath looked scarily intense. “You’re not asking me. I’m asking you. If you need more security than my word, we’ll do an indefinite contract. I’m asking you to choose me.”

Frustration welled in Court. “It’s been one night.”

“It’s more than that and you know it.”

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