Us.
“You’re an asshole,” he muttered.
I held his gaze.
“I know.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You’re not as dumb as you look then.”
Another beat of silence, and his jaw flexed while my own answered with a grin that I couldn’t quite suppress.
“Why then?” I said softly. “Why do you look back at me every Friday night?”
For the first time all night, the bully didn’t have an answer. His grip finally eased, but his eyes stayed locked on mine, hard and unreadable, as though walking away would be the smartest thing either of us could do, yet…somehow the hardest.
“You know what?” I said cautiously, cornering my new prey against the large oak tree. He was still hobbling and couldn’t get too far.” I think you want something from me. That’s why you came all this way, isn’t it, Piggy?”
Hollis narrowed his gaze and all but growled at me. He saw my movements before they happened, but it didn’t stop me.
Faster than his eyes could track, I released his jacket and dropped down, grabbing onto his bad ankle and slamming him into the ground, using my own knees to lock his head down.
“I never realized quite how pretty your eyes are. There’s something familiar about them…”
One.
Two.
Three flecks of gold.
“Familiar because you’re about to see them in hell, you freak! Get the fuck off me.”
I watched the pain etch his face as he struggled against my hold, his fucked up leg causing him to falter each time.
“Poor Piggy wee weed too far from home,” I mused, leaning forward to pull my belt out of the loops.
Snap.
The sound made Hollis freeze, and I smiled wider.
“Don’t even act like you aren’t gay. Let’s save the straight boy notion for another day, and you can just swallow my fucking cock. You made me lose my hunt for the night. You owe me.”
Hollis squirmed under me, his big ass muscled body harder to keep stationed than anyone else, but I managed anyway, using my thighs to cut off the air supply.
“Fuck…you, Jailbait!”
I giggled at the cute little nickname he’d given me the first time we’d met.
How ironic.
“Are you trying to say you’re not a bottom? C’mon, let’s see if your mouth agrees.”
It was music to my ears listening to the pig grunt as I shoved my limp dick down his throat. I didn’t trust him, so I had to keep my hands on his mouth, keeping it wide for me.
“Oh fuck—you feel like the hell you promised, Pig.” I couldn’t help but moan, feeling the heartbeat thrum in his neck on my thighs while watching his thick throat swell with saliva.
“Agh!” he choked, and I thrust harder into his warm throat, my dick growing thicker with every pump.
