Page 109 of Ruin
Loud thuds sound behind me, and I catch him bolting down the hall. I turn and chase after him, but he’s already out the front door. I run after him, not bothering to shut it behind me. He’s quick on his feet, but I’m faster. I’ve been running for years. It’s my main form of exercise.
I catch up to him and tackle him. We both go down hard, grunting when we hit the cold ground. He’s on his stomach, and I’m on my side, but scramble on top of him. I shove my knee between his shoulder blades, and he grunts out a pained sound, but it doesn’t stop me from shoving down his boxers and smacking his ass so hard it echoes through the air.
“Fuck!” he growls, shoving at the ground to get up, but I shift my weight so he can’t get up.
“I told you I would get you.”
“Fuck you,” he spits out, body trembling.
I laugh. “You wish.”
His face is turned toward me, and I press my hand over his head so he can’t move.
“Get my fingers nice and wet, will you?” I bring my fingers to his mouth. “If you even think about biting me, I’ll fuck you dry.”
He’s panting, eyes wild. I wouldn’t put it past him to bite my finger clean off. I know how he got his name, but I take the chance and bring my finger to his mouth.
“Be a good boy, Kolton,” I tease, but all he does is bare his teeth. “Your choice.”
I spank his ass again before finding his hole and forcing my finger inside. He wiggles and complains, but I don’t stop, using all my weight to hold him down. He made this choice. Besides, this is what he wants in the first place. It’s always what he wants. Kolton loves the pleasure I give him, but it’s the pain he’ll have tomorrow that reminds him of tonight that he craves—especially when I take it. He needs the physical reminder of it all, and I can see this being even more important since I’m leaving tomorrow.
I lean closer to his ear, dragging my tongue up the side of his face. His breath is coming out in puffs of white.
“You want me to fuck you right here, on the cold, hard ground?”
“No,” he growls.
“You little fucking liar.” I shove my finger deeper, and he hisses, body tensing. I know this hurts. I doubt it feels good at all—but it will.
I am going to fuck him before I leave, but he isn’t going to make it easy. The moment I take my weight off him, he’ll be up and running. I anticipate it, but it doesn’t make it any easier when it happens. He gets up so fast I tumble to the ground, but I chase right after him.
I barely see him in the dark, so I listen to his footsteps and use the little bit of light from the moon to help me. When I get close enough to him, I shove him.
He falls into a tree with a thud and a grunt. I slam my body into him, smashing his face against the tree, causing him to yelp in pain.
I frantically pull down his boxers the rest of the way while freeing my dick and thrusting against his hole. There’s a lot of resistance because it’s dry, but that won’t stop me.
“Fuck off!” he bellows.
I laugh, shoving him harder against the tree and adjusting my feet so I have a better angle. I spread his cheeks with one hand then aim my dick and shove inside.
“Fuck!” he cries out, voice shaking. “Fuck you, Lucian.Fuck you!”
“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you,” I growl as I push the rest of the way inside. It’s tight and not quite comfortable, but this is what he wants. So I slide out and go back in, then grind against his ass. He clenches against me, tightening enough that it’s like he’s stroking my dick. I’m so worked up from the chase, from how much he wants this, that I’m right on the edge anyway.
“That’s it, baby, keep fighting me. You know I love that.”
He roars out a sound of frustration, so I shift and push deeper, grabbing his wrists and bringing them above his head.
“Keep squeezing my cock, Kolton. Let me come in this ass.”
He does as I say, which is how I know he wants this as badly as I do.
“I’m so close,” I breathe out. “Just like that, baby. Keep going. Squeeze harder.”
He tenses around me, his breathing coming out harsh and heavy, so I reach around and grab his dick to stroke.
“Come on, Kolton. Come on, baby.”
