Page 8 of Play With Me
He notices, too. He uses the precum to wet the glide over my hard length.
“You’re so fucking horny for it.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. You’re moaning like a whore.”
I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to keep it inside. But I can’t when this feels so good. He seems to get it just right, and I hate that for myself. Hate that I’ve been reduced to this.
I just want my coin back. I just want to go back to hating him from afar, to a time when his hand wasn’t snaking down my shorts and stroking my dick.
But here I am. I’m unable to stop him, unable to tell him to back off. To fuck off. Instead, I’m letting it happen.
I’m not gay, and yet here I am, letting a man get me off.
Again.
“That’s it. Fight it. Pretend you hate it,” he says.
I growl, and he twists his wrist again, making me whimper. I lean back slightly, trying one last time to get out of his hold, butI don’t manage it. I do feel his cock against my lower back. It’s hard and unyielding.
It makes me feel better that he seems to enjoy this as much as I do.
No. I don’t enjoy it. I hate it.
My thighs start trembling, and my balls draw up. He must feel the change in me because he licks his way up my neck, biting and sucking, effortlessly pulling an orgasm out of me. My cock pulses, cum spilling from the tip in endless streams, and the entire time, Colton doesn’t stop licking and biting the skin of my neck. His mouth only leaves me when I arch away, trying to remove myself from his hold.
“You made a mess,” he says, pulling his hand from my dick, wiping it on the fabric of my shorts. “You gonna walk home like that?”
I stare down at them, at the large wet spot on the front.
“Everyone will know what you did.”
“No, they won’t.”
“They will. You can wear something of mine.”
I want to say no, to tell him to fuck off, but instead, I stand and move to his dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts. They’re soft and probably cost more than my monthly car insurance. Without looking at him, I pull mine off and then step into the ones I’ve taken.
When I’m dressed, I glance over to see him leaning back on his bed, still completely naked, his hard dick in his hand.
He smirks when he catches me looking.
“You’re welcome,” he says, and I narrow my gaze.
“I never said thank you.”
“Well, you should. That’s twice now I’ve gotten you off.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” I spit.
“No, but you keep showing up.”
“I was looking for my coin, which I know you have.”
“I don’t have it. Don’t believe all the rumors about me. Most of them aren’t true.”
I say nothing, just continue to stare at him. Then I turn to make my way out the door. Whatever mission I was on when I showed up here is over now.
