Page 38 of Confession
“Fuck that! And fuck you! I’m your fucking bodyguard, Vitali, and you don’t go do shit like that without me—ever! You arenevergoing anywhere without me again. I wouldneverhave let you drive that car like Joe did. I could fucking kill him for that.”
“He didn’t exactly let me—”
“I would’ve put a gun to your fucking head and taken the goddamn keys from you!”
His anger is so extreme that mine dies in the face of it, and I get clarity. I see it. It’s not really that he’s angry. He’s terrified.
I don’t know if he sees that recognition in my expression or if he’s just overwhelmed, but he turns away from me abruptly. His hands scrape through his hair.
I step close behind him. He stiffens and starts to step away, but I hook my arm around his waist and pull him back against me. I slide my other hand up to his throat.
“Don’t make this about sex,” he grits out.
“It’s not about sex,” I tell him as I drag the hand I have hooked around his waist down to the button of his jeans. I flick it open. I glide his zipper down and reach inside to massage the swiftly hardening length of his cock through his briefs. My own cock is stiff and aching against his ass.
This is about me scaring him, and that’s why he’s relaxing as I take control and force him to feel that I’m here and that everything is fine, that he can let go of his fear and anger, that he can trust me.
Sex is simply going to be the way that I show him that.
“It’s okay,” I whisper against his ear. He stiffens at that and tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip on his throat and his dick, which is now rock hard.
“It’s okay,” I tell him again, forcing him to hear it, and this time his throat relaxes under my hand. His head tilts back to rest on my shoulder as he yields to me.
Oh, Quinn. He wants to submit. He needs to. But it’s hard for him.
I sweep my thumb against his tip, finding the dampness of his precum soaking through the cotton. “Mmm,” I hum in appreciation and slide my hand down his shaft to the heavy fullness of his balls. He makes a delicious sound when I tug at them through the cloth.
I turn us both to face the Jeep and push him down onto the hood. I pull his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. He gasps as I expose his ass. I unbutton and unzip my tactical pants.I tug my underwear beneath my cock and balls and reach into my pocket for the packet of lube that I knew I might need.
I work one handed, using my teeth to rip open the packet, because I have my other hand on Quinn’s back. He won’t stay without me telling him to. He’s trembling, maybe wanting to fight me. I don’t have long before his submission flips. So I slather my dick and line up my cockhead with his hole.
We both grunt when my tip forces him open. I push in slowly but relentlessly. He’s breathing hard, struggling with the intrusion, but I think he needs the distraction, the slight pain. I have to give him enough that he doesn’t push for more. I don’t want to be rough with him like last night, not right now.
I just want to fuck him and make him settle and relax. When I’m all the way inside, I gasp and shudder at the intensity of the pleasure, at the relief of this connection.
I draw back, letting my cock drag through him, then push back inside. His hands clench on the edge of the Jeep, bracing. I don’t talk to him. I just fuck him.
I start slow, taking the time to really feel it, but as he starts to moan, I lose myself. I get greedy.
My pelvis smacks rhythmically against his round, firm ass. My balls slap against him. My cock tunnels deep. His cries punctuate each thrust.
I grab his right hand and guide it to his dick, but I keep my hand with his as he grips himself. I hook my other around his torso and up to his shoulder to get a good hold. Leaning down against him, I thrust into him relentlessly. Our moans and cries echo through the garage.
Quinn’s ass tightens on me. His cries get sharper. But he stays at that place. He’s stuck, even with his hand working his dick, so I clamp my teeth on the crook of his neck and pummel him until he screams and jerks against me, spilling his hot cum all over my hand.
It snaps my control. I bury myself deep and release hard inside him. I let myself ride every pulse and wave of my orgasm, pumping into him as he spasms under me. When he starts to relax, so do I. I draw it out as long as I can because I know he’s going to pull away the second it’s over.
And he does. As soon as I pull out of him, he stands up. He doesn’t look at me. That’s the worst part. His eyes are down as he fixes his pants. He’s scowling vaguely. There’s a bit of lingering anger, but mostly he looks confused and vulnerable.
I want to reach out to him, but I can tell he wouldn’t accept it, and I don’t want to see him shut down like he did last night. That fucking killed me. I’d rather he be angry.
So I have to stand back and watch him deal with shit on his own. Then I have to watch him walk away from me.
FOURTEEN
Quinn
I really don’t want to be stuck in a car with Vitali right now, but I meant what I said. He doesn’t get to do shit without me, not after the stunt he pulled.
