Page 33 of Confession
He sidesteps that because I’m not the only one who evades points they don’t want to discuss. He puts it straight back on me.
“Quinn, I loved fucking you like that. But I hate that you hated it afterwards.”
“I didn’t hate it afterwards. I’m just …”
“Just what?”
My insides are all twisted up. This is so fucking hard. I cross my arms. “I’m just not used to seeing people the next day.”
A muscle feathers in his jaw. He’s torn because he wants to press this point, but he can’t without digging into past experiences.
He walks to my minifridge and opens it. He gets out the half-and-half, which I use but he doesn’t. He sets it on the counter.
“You’re gonna have to get used to it,” he says.
“Get used to what?”
“Seeing me the next day.”
A huge breath stutters into my lungs. My head goes light. I was so braced for rejection that I’m completely unprepared for that, and I obviously don’t hide it well. Vitali moves into my space again. This time, I want him there. Mostly. I do but I don’t. Like last night, I feel very exposed and that’s very hard for me.
But Vitali puts his hands on my sides, thumbs stroking, fingers going down to my waistband. Blood flows to my cock. He leans in and starts kissing my neck. My body curves toward him.
He whispers as he nibbles at me, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to want to fuck you again? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve gotten hard thinking about it?”
My arms uncross and I put my hands on his hips, pulling him into me until his stiffening dick is brushing mine.
“I loved fucking you,” he tells me. “Being inside you, feeling you, hearing you, watching you. I loved having my hand on your cock.” His hand slips between our bodies to cup me through my warmups. “I had no idea,” he marvels.
I relax. “So you like cock.”
“I like cock. Yours at least.”
That catches my attention. “Just mine?”
“I honestly don’t know, but I don’t care about finding out.”
A worm of doubt wriggles through my brain. No, it’s not doubt. It’s a reminder of what I already knew. He’s experimenting.
Vitali likes novelty, and that’s what I am right now. I can’t lose sight of that, not when this is so dangerous for me, so fucking dangerous that I shouldn’t be doing it. There is no way he could ever really want me, but it’s a lie that would be tempting to tell myself. Ihaveto protect myself against that. He could destroy me. I wouldn’t survive it. I wouldn’t want to.
But there’s no way I can say no to him. I’ve craved him for years. His attention. His touch. The attention I’m having a hard time with, but his touch…
I close my eyes and tilt my head, giving him fuller access to my neck. I let my hands roam toward his ass as he reaches into my warmups to curl his hand around my cock. I make a pathetic, desperate sound as he strokes me. He reaches lower and starts massaging my balls, rolling them, exploring.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
“No,” I lie.
He bites my neck because he doesn’t believe me. I shudder in pleasure.
“I like pain,” I confess.
“You have to be honest with me.” He grips my hair again and pulls my head back, pulling me away. I watch him through half-lidded eyes. “I can handle the truth, but I can’t handle you lying to me.”
I shiver as ice water flows through my veins. His phone buzzes from his back pocket. He ignores it. His grip on my balls tightens. “Do you understand?”
“Your phone,” I say as it keeps buzzing.
