Page 5 of Hard to Forgive

I invited him to leave with me and was pleased with his quick agreement.

I paid for the two beers I’d bought myself and waited for him to say his goodbyes and do the same.

The walk to my apartment was easy.

I lived two blocks away in an apartment building that hadn’t been there when I’d left for university. I think it had been there the last time I’d visited my family, just before I accepted the job in Charlotte I’d been at for the past two years. (I probably should have come home more in those two years, but I was busy. My parents didn’t seem to mind.)

I opened the door for Jonas and nodded at the doorman. He grinned and tipped his hat at me. I liked that man. He had a good sense of humor and didn’t ask too many questions about the revolving door of guests I brought up to my unit.

The elevator ride to my apartment didn’t take long. It took even less time to get my apartment door opened — nothing more than punching a code into the number pad on the lock. It was strange not to have a physical house key, but it was also convenient in times like this. I didn’t have to bother carrying anything other than my wallet and phone to the bar. I didn’t have to embarrass myself by fumbling with my keys in front of an attractive man.

Once we were inside, the air between us seemed to change.

It grew thicker with anticipation. Our eyes met and I took a step closer to him. He stepped back, a dance we continued until his back was against a wall. He smiled up at me, just as I swooped down to capture his lips with my own. His lips stirred something inside of me, an old familiarity, but like the man himself, I couldn’t place it.

I could taste the liquor on his tongue—beer and the bite of whiskey. His tongue sought entry into my mouth, and I allowed it.

With the way he’d backed up from me, I’d thought he’d be passive in our encounter. I thought he’d be the kind that let me take the lead. Now he had me questioning that assumption, because the moment his tongue swept into my mouth, he was taking control. His tongue fucked into my mouth and all I could do was keep up.

His hands began to explore my back, slipping under my shirt. Nails bit into my skin. I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away long enough to angle his head up and meet my eyes. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” I gasped.

He pushed me backward to the door, taking the upper hand and attacking my lips again. The kiss heated up, each of us fighting to keep control of it. Shirts were ripped over our heads and tossed aside. I toed off my shoes and began to drag him further into the apartment. We ricocheted off of walls, pushing and pulling and demanding attention.

We made it as far as my couch.

I pushed him down onto it. He reached up to grab my belt buckle and made quick work of my pants, shoving them down. His hazel eyes filled with lust as my cock bounced out of the pants.

“Commando?” he practically panted.

“Underwear can be so restricting.”

He licked his lips and took me into his mouth, taking me all the way to the root. His hands dug into my ass, guiding me forward, encouraging me to take the control we had spent so long struggling for.

I pumped my hips, fucking into his mouth. His tongue worked me over, flat against my shaft, adding pressure each time I moved inside of his mouth. I swore and moaned, filling my apartment with sounds that felt more at place in a porn than my living room. If the neighbors could hear, they would know exactly what was going on.

I couldn’t find it in me to care.

If anything, it turned me on more, the idea that someone was listening to me throat fuck a stranger. I could have stayed there until I finished, listening to the way he moaned around my length, listening to the sounds he made when my cock touched the back of his throat and stayed a bit too long. His eyes were watering, but he didn’t stop. He kept encouraging me forward. It was clear he enjoyed being used this way.

I wanted to see if he enjoyed being used in other ways.

I wanted that more than spilling my load down his throat.

I pulled out.

“Want to fuck you. Finish in your ass.”

He nodded.

“Shit, I want that too.”

I watched as he removed his pants, eyes widening at the dark blue underwear he wore. The briefs were tight, allowing me to view the outline of his dick perfectly. My mouth watered and I wanted a taste, but not nearly as much as I wanted to feel his hole.

“Bedroom?” I suggested. I didn’t need to elaborate on the fact that my supplies were all in there. He seemed eager enough.

Our pants were abandoned in the living room.

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