Page 27 of Confession
“I already did.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Fuck you.”
Mmm, he’s spicy now. I love this. I take off my shirt and drape it over the back of the couch. Quinn continues pacing around while I take off my shoes.
“I don’t know why you think I need a safe word. I’m not a fucking pussy.”
Anger lashes through me. “Don’t talk like that.”
He exhales loudly through his nose and keeps pacing. He’s really starting to trigger my temper now, which has my dick throbbing, but I take my time undressing. I drape my pants over the back of the couch.
“You’re gonna have to comply,” I tell him as I shuck off my underwear.
“I fucking did! Jesus Christ, what do you want from me?”
“I want to see that you understand.” I walk over to his bed and pull down the covers. Then I open the drawer of his bedside table.
He hurries over to me. “You can’t just—”
I intercept him as he tries to shove past me. When I grab him, he instantly goes into fight mode. He gets his hand on my wrist, but I twist out of it and wrestle him down onto the bed, pinning him with my body.
I’m breathing hard against the back of his neck as I explain, “I need to know that you’ll use it.”
“Iwon’t,” he argues. “I don’t want you to stop. That’s thepoint.”
I lift him up slightly so I can shove my hand under him and grip his cock through his sweats. He cries out and turns his face into the mattress.
“If I know you have a safe word, I know I don’t have to stop.Thatis the point.”
It takes a minute, but I feel it when he gives in. I feel him accept it. So I believe him when he finally says, “Okay.”
I reward him by stroking his dick. “Good. When were you last tested?”
“I’m clean.”
That was quite an immediate reply. “Has it been a while?” I ask, curious.
He grunts, not willing to answer that. I keep rubbing him.
“Then I’m sure that drawer contains exactly what I was expecting.” I lift myself off him, sitting on the bed. “Pick a toy.”
He pushes up from the mattress and glares at me. “Don’t go through my things.”
“You hardly even have anything in here.”
“I mean it, Vitali,don’t.”
“I love when you say my name. Fine, fine,” I concede. “You get this one.”
“It should have been a given,” he grumbles.
“Pick a fucking toy, Quinn, I need inside you.” I start stroking my cock.
“Then what do we need a toy for?” he asks, watching me stroke myself.
“It’s been a while for you.”
