Page 65 of Fallen Rook

“T-Tomcat. Yes.”

My dick twitched. Was I really now responding positively to this stupid nickname?

I pulled back, then thrust my finger into him again. He rubbed his dick against the sheets as I started fucking him with my finger. Each time, I drove a little deeper, in search of that magical spot that’d make him see stars.

“P-please fuck me,” he stuttered.

He wasn’t half primed for it, but that mattered little. I wanted him to be thoroughly marked by the time that Rasputin chick rolled into town. I played with his ass some more, stretching, pulling, pushing, stroking. Kissing his tail bone, I spat on it again, letting my saliva roll between his cheeks, lubricating him further.

“Did you play with yourself like I asked?” I probed.

“N-no,” he admitted.

“Lube?” I slipped a second finger into him. He grunted in surprise, but took it like a champ.

“Haven’t bought any yet.”

I swallowed down a curse.

“Just…just fuck me. I can take it.”

I knew he could. But that wasn’t the introduction I wanted him to have. I wanted to blow his mind, to eviscerate all expectations.

“No,” I said flatly.

“Dude, I’ve been shot, waterboarded, beaten to unconsciousness countless times in my life. You can fuck me raw, dammit!”

A bolt of desire marred by irritation shot up my spine at his words. He had suffered unspeakable violence and abuse, and still, he was sweet, compassionate, and genuinely funny. If he could cling on to his humanity in these circumstances, then dammit, so could I.

Withdrawing my fingers from his ass momentarily, I flipped him so he was facing me again. Planting my knees on the edge of the bed, I leaned down and kissed the protesting gasp out of him. He moaned into my mouth instantly, melting under my touch. I grabbed both our dicks, jerking us off. We were leaking so much cum, there was no need to lubricate us further.

“Fuck me,” he growled into my mouth.

“Tomorrow.”

“I hate you,” he whimpered.

“Same, kid. Can’t wait to see your pretty face behind bars.”

I picked up my pace, milking the orgasm out of both of us with harsh, fast strokes. Spurts of cum started shooting from his dick, coating my abs, and my dick followed suit. I think I came just from watching the surprise and delight in his eyes. The way he kept coming and coming and coming. His perfect abs were covered in cum, and I leaned down to lick along the pool of thick liquid, dragging my tongue up his torso and neck until our lips met and sealing his open mouth with a kiss.

He yanked my hair and brought me down to collapse on top of him, deepening our kiss.

I went under willingly, never bothering to come up for air.

Chapter Twenty

Enzo

I finally understood the word butthurt.

My butt was hurt. Literally. Figuratively. Fuck, spiritually, too.

Literally, because Tom’s fingers had done some voodoo shit up there and left a mild burning sensation mixed with a dull ache every time I squatted. Figuratively, because the bastard had bolted like his balls were on fire after we hooked up. Spiritually, because I’d never been pumped and dumped before, and dammit, it hurt almost as bad as my ass right now.

Our cum didn’t get the chance to dry over my perfect abs before he was out the door. This time, I didn’t stop him. I had my own thoughts to sort through.

At least I knew where he lived now.