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My cock ached between my legs and I shoved my erection up against one of his ass cheeks, teasing him.
I did as he said, squeezing my hand a little tighter around his throat.
“You know you’re going to like fucking me,” he murmured, his voice slightly strained under my pressure. “You’re going to put a condom on, fuck me so hard I can’t speak, then fill the rubber deep inside me. I’m good at taking a dick, Gilman.”
“Of course you are,” I said, my voice low. Even I could hear the thick desire in my tone, and I knew he’d notice it, too.
My heart was pounding again.
He was challenging me, and I sure as fuck wasn’t saying no to the challenge.
“I still think you’re going to chicken out, though.Oh no, I can’t possibly fuck the football player. What will happen when he goes pro, and then I have to see his face all over TV and the internet for the next twenty years?”
I dropped my hand away from his throat, letting out a laugh as I shoved two fingers as deep as they went into his ass.
“Is that what you think?”
He moaned. “I know it’s true.”
“I’m not afraid of seeing your face on TV. Of hearing your name. I’m sure you’ll go far, Peachel. You’ll date famous gay rock stars and become that cherished household name. You crave that fame.”
“I just want to begood.”
“You’re very good, Andrew.”
I removed my fingers all at once, making him whimper a little at the loss of me.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and undid the foil wrapper, feeling each individual beat of my heart as I wrapped it over my dick and coated it with lube.
“You’re going to live with this every day until I finish the article,” I told him, lining up my tip with his hole and dragging it across a few times, refusing to press into him yet. “When you’re wondering what I might write about you, I want you to remember exactly how this feels.”
I pushed the first bit of my tip into him, not even giving him an inch yet.
He groaned deeply, his hands tensing up on the wall.
“Give it to me,” he whispered.
“Want you to remember how you begged for my cock every time you see me. Remember howthisfelt.”
I pushed in a little further.
He was so goddamn tight and I knew it had to hurt a little. I went slow, watching his spine slowly relax in front of me as headjusted to my cock head. I moved one hand around to his front, gently running my fingertips across one of his nipples, waiting for him to relax.
“You can’t freak me out. I fucking love this,” he said.
Every few words were punctuated with heavy breath.
Goddamn, do you have to be so eager?
I watched a little more of my cock disappear inside him, pulling in a sharp breath of air. I wanted to shove it deep so badly it hurt.
I hadn’t known Andrew for very long but I was already tired of the hold he had on me. He had a small amount of control over me that I usually didn’t letanyonehave.
Fucking him now was like a small punishment, even if he didn’t realize it.
“You okay?” I uttered, gripping the sides of his hips.
“Give memore.”
