Page 37 of Ruin
A few more quick thrusts of his hips and his dick is pulsing as his fingers bruise my skin. The sounds he makes are rugged and raspy and the things that dreams are made of. I’ll think of it for days, remember those sounds, and have no choice but to jerk off. I think of sending him videos or pictures, but that’s dangerous. So I keep it to myself and sometimes tell him about it when we’re together again.
Before he catches his breath, he pulls out of me and settles between my legs to lap at my hole.
This.
This is what makes him coming first worth it.
The sounds he makes when he comes are hot.
The sounds he makes when he licks my hole after he’s been inside me are fucking sinful.
The only thing that could make this better is the day he fucks me without a condom and he actually cleans up his mess. He says he imagines it as he does this, wishes he could, but it’s just not the right time.
When he’s had his fill, he drags his tongue up the seam of my balls, then up my shaft and takes the head of my cock into his mouth. He sucks on it the same way you would a lollipop and I’m sent over the edge in seconds. He moans along with me, always enjoying what I have to give him. When I’m done, he sits back and licks his lips.
“Nothing has ever tasted so perfect.” He leans down to kiss my lips. “Nothing is more perfect than you, my sweet boy.”
I always thought things would get better when I was older. That I would be able to do what I wanted, make my own decisions, get the fuck out of here because I wouldn’t have to listen to my father anymore. Yet I’m still here, letting a grown man with a wife and a kid my age fuck me until I’m in tears. The worst part is, I’m so in love with him that I’ll let him keep doing it. I’ll let him do it until I’m nothing but a pile of broken and shattered pieces.
Chapter Sixteen
Kolton
I stare down at my dick, furious that it has the audacity to be hard.
Me and sex have an interesting relationship, and I don’t normally have a problem being hard for no reason at all. Usually it only happens when I’m with the person I want to fuck—or have convinced myself to fuck. Which isn’t too many people. If I’m being honest, there isn’t anyone that Iwantto fuck.
I miss being fucked.
I miss the way my body responds to demands and harsh touches.
I miss the way a little praise sent me soaring and made the stress melt from my body.
I miss the way my brain shut the fuck up over a certain tone of voice.
That’s the problem with my dick today. I’m sure of it.
I had a dream about Lucian last night. I woke up to this problem. It hasn’t gone away, which makes it even more of a problem because I need to leave. It doesn’t help that I keep thinking about him and the way he used to touch me and speak to me. The things he told me to do, how he told me I was being so good for him.
Always for him.
“Fuck,” I growl, snatching my jeans from my bed and shoving them on.
I groan when I zip and button them, the tension on my erection feeling too good.
Annoyed by the situation, I grab my keys, phone, and helmet, then yank open my door to find someone standing there. I’m stunned, yet I stumble back.
It’s a nice day, the sun shining down from a clear sky. It’s hot, but with a soft breeze that’ll give a reprieve now and then. It’s too beautiful a day to deal with bullshit, but this is my life and I should be used to it by now.
Lucian stands before me, dressed in slacks and a button down as if he’s going to the office and not standing on my porch in a town with people who don’t know the difference between a button up and a button down.
I snap out of my shock, ignoring the way my dick aches at the sight of him and knowing he’s the only person who can make it go away. No one else would be as satisfying.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I grit out.
How does he know where I live? That’s what I want to fucking know. I’ve only lived here for five years. “Did you throw your money around to find out where I live?” I add before he can get a word out.
He gives me a simple smile.
