Page 20 of Bent, Not Broken

“Mm.”

“Please don’t do stupid shit. I like you working here. King likes you. Casper likes you now too, I’m pretty sure. Which is phenomenal because they’re giving me more work than I can personally handle.” He made sad eyes at me. “They like people they know doing their work.”

“No. Never would I do stupid shit.” I drew an invisible X over my heart.

“Get out of my fucking office and stay out for—” He picked up his phone and looked at it, and then a pinkness I might have called a blush on anyone else flooded up his neck, into his cheeks. “—the rest of the afternoon. Go home at four.”

“Really?” I could have kissed him, but that would probably be weird after the whole anime-dicks conversation.

“You look like you need sleep.” His smile was friendly, but I could tell he already knew I was up to no good by the way he stared at me until I left his office. At four on the dot, I shut everything down and left. West wasn’t back from the courthouse yet, so I didn’t have to fess up to him about why I was leaving early. I would have blabbed, too, because I was nervous as hell and my mouth wanted to run and run. Verbal diarrhea was my anxiety tell, and the only time I ever seemed to keep that under wraps was in court.

By the time I got across town to Slater’s humble house, my dick was fighting hard to punch a hole in my pants. The verbal sparring with him earlier in the parking lot—and that kiss—had fired me up bad, and I kept replaying each rough touch in my mind. Adrenaline rushed in my veins as I almost fell out of my parked car and went along the sidewalk to his house. My plump dick jerked and fought the confines of my underwear when I leaned a finger on his doorbell and stood nervously in front of the door, not sure what to do with my hands. I let them fall to my sides and tried to convince myself this wasn’t the worst thing I’d decided to do since swallowing a pill last night.

The door opened, and Slater stood there, towering over me. I had to look up into his face. He slid his gaze down my body guardedly, like he wasn’t quite sure he wanted a repeat. Nerves rattled me and kept my jaw clenched shut for once. Between this morning and now, I’d forgotten how much bigger he was than me. My heart pounded. I should be afraid. Fuck, why wasn’t I terrified last night? He could probably snap my neck.

“I know you’re thinking—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said and reached out to hook his warm hand behind my neck. He dug his fingertips into the muscles there that ached because I’d wound myself up so much, and he dragged me inside. He kicked the door closed after us.

The move put me off-balance and I braced my hands on his delicious, hard chest to keep from falling. “But—”

“No,” he said angrily, and ducked down to pummel my lips with his. What happened wasn’t a kiss. His mouth battered mine into submission until I opened wide for him and he delved his tongue inside. He’d kissed me stupid by the time he backed off. He grabbed my chin roughly and tilted my head until we were looking each other in the eyes. “Every time I fucking see you, you open your fucking mouth and shit just spills out of it.” He gave me a shake that left me clinging to his T-shirt. “So I’m going to shut you the fuck up.”

Slater flexed his fingers on my neck and then tugged me forward again through a doorway, into what appeared to be a living room. He knocked me unsteady so that I had to fight to stay on my feet. Zero to sixty—no, fuck, one hundred—was almost too much for me, but my dick was at full mast, and every inch of my body buzzed.

He grabbed me by the arm and was able to physically toss me onto a long, plush gray couch. I scrambled to sit up, but he gripped my shoulders, twisted, and shoved me down until my head was tilted over the arm of the couch. He planted a knee next to me and already had a hand on his belt. His other foot rested solidly on the floor.

“Don’t keep your mouth closed now,” he snarled.

This was totally fucked-up, but my dick had stretched out so perfectly rigid I wanted to scream. My cockhead thumped and ached in time with my pulse. More than anything, I wanted to jerk myself off. I did as he said and opened wide.

He unbuckled his pants and then lowered his zipper, giving me a self-satisfied grin as he pulled himself out. I moaned as he came into view—large, veiny, perfect—and he shoved himself inside my mouth until I gagged. I tried to put my hands on his hips, but he pushed them off, so I slid them around to palm the hard muscles of his ass and he grunted. It was difficult to keep my lips so wide. He drilled into my mouth at a bad angle, and I felt my teeth scrape over him a little. He hissed and pulled out.

“Accident,” I started, but before I could explain, he drew his hand back and slapped me. The blow wasn’t as hard as I expected, but my cheek stung where his palm landed.

“It happens again, I fuck you dry. I’ll use your ass if you forgot how to suck.” That awful threat should not have sent a rush of warm tingles through my body, but my groin tightened and my stomach clenched.

“It won’t.”

Slater pushed the fat, hard head of his dick against my mouth, and I licked a salty drop from his slit. He shuddered and spread my lips apart with his dick to start up shallow thrusts. All at once, I could tell he must have been close before I arrived, because he snapped and surged forward to lodge himself deep into the back of my throat, and he stayed there. I sucked for all I was worth, loving that my dick was still trapped and hidden away in my pants. I was a little disappointed as he came because that wasn’t how I’d wanted him to finish, but as he pulled out of my mouth, he wasn’t wilting. He was still hard. Excitement tangled low in my gut. He huffed out a deep breath and stood back from me, his dick steadied straight ahead in his hand.

He’d gotten off on me, and I loved that. I rubbed a hand over my crotch once, sending a spike of pleasure out through my stomach to warm my limbs, but his narrow-eyed glare made me take my hand away from myself.

“Strip.”

“Gonna toss me out completely naked this time?” My voice was wrecked from the abrupt throat pounding he’d given me, and maybe it had aggravated whatever damage he’d done last night. I sounded like I had a cold.

Slater’s smile was strained. “Don’t tempt me.”

He backed away so I could get to my feet. I shrugged off my suitcoat and tossed it away blindly. “But I want to.”

He didn’t smile or even act like he heard me, so I wasted no time trying to be sexy. Undid my tie. Unbuttoned and then slung away my shirt. Dropped my pants and kicked off my shoes. All in record time. When I was down to my Emporio Armani briefs, though, I paused. Slater rested a hand on my stomach, almost like he was confused as to how I’d gotten naked. He swirled a finger around my navel and my dick strained so hard at the gray cloth that the waistband tipped slightly away from my belly.

“Who were those for? They’re nice.” He glared down into my face.

“Me.” I rubbed myself through the soft cotton, started at my balls, and went up to the spot where I was leaking precum onto the fabric. My touch felt good, but it was the way he stared at me that had me ready to blow my load. “I like them.”

“Get me ready again.”