Page 47 of Flagrant Foul
“Yeah, but it was enough to change the course of my life. You know that, don’t you? You know you’re the reason I became a goalie, right?”
“I figured.”
“That’s the power you have over me, Sev. It’s nothing new either. You’ve always had it. At times, it’s made me really mad, but lately… Lately, I’ve realized I don’t mind. It is what it is. There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s the way it’s meant to be, and I feel better now that I’ve accepted it.”
He looks away. His chest rises and falls sharply.
“You’ll feel better, too, once you accept it. You’ll see.”
He grunts noncommittally, and I take it as a sign he’s had all the fun he can handle for the day. I scoot up to his side of the couch and kneel beside him expectantly, like I have for the past few nights.
“Oh Jesus, what now?” he mutters, eyelids fluttering shut for longer than a single blink usually requires. I don’t answer, so he fills in the blanks. “What do you want? More kisses? Is that it? Because…”
I cut him off. “You know what I read once? I read that when you go to the dentist and lie there in the chair withyour mouth open and that bright light shining into it, dentists can see if you’ve recently given a blowjob because you get a round bruise on the back of your throat if you have. Can you believe that? Imagine how many guys lie in those chairs, completely oblivious to the fact that their dentist can see all their secrets?” I put a hand over my mouth to smother a giggle.
“What’s your point, Teddy?” he huffs.
“My point isthat’swhat I want. I want a mark on the inside of me that you put there. One that no one else can see. One no one but you and I know about. I want your mark on the inside of my body…” I shrug broadly, “But, hey, if all you’re offering are goodnight kisses, I’ll take ’em.”
“I dunno if it’s a good id—”
“But, Sev, I can’t sleep without them. I’ve tried, I swear, but I can’t. I’ve been so tired for so long, and for the last few nights, I’ve slept like the dead.” I allow myself a little pout. “I need them.”
His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing, as he grabs my head hard and yanks me toward him. I gasp in surprise as he kisses my cheeks, left then right, and plants a bruising kiss on my lips.
Three kisses.
Three angry, open-eyed kisses served with a scraping of rough stubble against my skin. Punishing kisses that I like just as much as the soft ones he gave me last night.
“Now go to bed,” he says as if he’s under the impression he’s in control here.
“I will,” I say, getting up with a little flounce, “but only because I’m going to jack off.”
I’m halfway down the hall, almost at my bedroom door, when I hear it: a deep, helpless rumble that shakes the very foundation I stand on. I turn back to him, heart beating like a drum. Fear of the word no, being pushed away, or held at arm’s length fades a little more, slipping from my grasp and sinking into a recess that might not even be part of me anymore. Fear dissipates and is rapidly replaced by a lust so intense that nothing else exists. Only want exists now. Only inevitability.
Only certainty that Sev is mine as much as I’m his.
“You can watch if you want,” I say quietly. “I’ll leave my door open for you.”
I keep my back to the doorway as I undress. It doesn’t take long because all I have on is a new pair of boxer briefs and three of Sev’s hair ties on my wrist. I keep the hair ties on because they’re his and drop my underwear to the floor.
My bed is unmade, but I don’t care. I don’t straighten the sheets. I lie back on it, my lower back and knees pleasantly supported by my bunched bedding. I prop myself up, twisting my torso, and rifle through my top drawer until I find my lube.
I pour a healthy dollop onto my hand and coat my shaft as I watch the doorway. I’m so hard that it’s a struggle to make my hands work. My skin is pulled tight, stretched to the point that my dick is dark red and throbbing. I’m so sensitive that my spine contracts as soon as my palm makes contact. So much so that I’m forced to relax my grip, gingerly working the lube all over myself before taking myself in hand again.
I suck deep breaths through my teeth as sharp shards of pleasure shoot up my spine, warming me and gaining intensity with each stroke, spreading quickly until it’s not just my cock that’s bombarded. Sensation leaks into my pelvis, up my body, down my legs.
The entire time, I keep my eyes trained on the doorway. I listen for the creak of the couch, for the sound of Sev’s feet hitting the floor, anything that lets me know he’s nearby.
I stroke and stroke, holding back as much as I can, choking on pleasure as I watch and wait and wait untilconscious thought is erased and I’m fucking sure I’m going to explode.
I bite back a pained groan.
My hand works.
And works.
My eyes slide shut as bone matter begins to disintegrate.
