Page 30 of Demons Dig Donuts

“What? No!” Indy protested, trying to buck forward and rub against Mr. Heiss’s cock to attempt gaining additional friction. The coils of Mr. Heiss’s tail weren’t enough, and he needed more. “Please, c’mon…”

“Tell me why you are lying to me.”

“I’m not!”

Mr. Heiss chuckled low. “Not withholding anything at all? Not the slightest thing?”

Yes, but Indy wasn’t going to admit to that.

“No, I promise, sir,” Indy said earnestly.

“Bullshit.” Mr. Heiss squeezed Indy’s cock again.

“Fuck. Okay.” Indy swallowed hard, his mind racing. He wanted to come, of course, but he wanted to live more, so he had to think fast. “I’m not a coward.”

“What?”

“What you said before,” Indy snapped, his anger fueling what was a truthful response. All the best lies had some honesty in them. “Yes, I am vain and superficial, and yes, I love looking hot as fuck all the time. I love clothes and makeup and eating chicken wings and sucking dick, but I am not a fucking coward.”

Mr. Heiss was impossible to read, his eyes bright as he searched Indy’s face. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.” Indy glared.

“That got under your skin, did it?” Mr. Heiss’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good to know.”

“So, I can come, sir?” Indy tried to soften his expression into something more doting and less wanting to bite Mr. Heiss right in his smug face. “Please?”

“Go on,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Get yourself back there.”

“Yes, sir.” Indy groaned in relief and immediately got back to grinding, humping Mr. Heiss’s cock with renewed vigor. It wouldn’t take him long to return to the edge, and he rocked his hips back and forth, focusing on feeling and not so much on grace. This wasn’t a performance, but an earnest effort to achieve a climax.

Fuck, that was all he wanted. It was all he ever wanted. To feel good, to have fun, to enjoy every wonderful second of life he had on this damn planet because he knew all too well how fleeting it could be.

A coward, ha.

Indy wasn’t a damn coward.

Maybe he had been afraid before, maybe even angry—it wasn’t fair. Cancer wasn’t fucking fair. Dying so young wasn’t fucking fair, and he’d refused to go down without a fight. That didn’t make him a coward. No, the furthest thing from it.

He was a fighter.

He was a warrior.

He was more of a fucking beast than the monsters he fucked.

Coward, ha!

Fucking Mr. Heiss didn’t know shit.

Indy hadn’t realized how hard he’d been going until Mr. Heiss snatched his hips to halt him. His balls were tight, cock throbbing, and he could practically taste his climax. “Mmph. I’m sorry. What? I’m right there, sir! Please. Let me come?”

Mr. Heiss smiled. “Oh, sweet little flesh bag…”

Indy huffed out a gasp. “Sir?”

“No.”

“What?” Indy actually choked on the word.