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I don’t cuddle. Ever.

“It’s fine.” Spinning him around, I nudge the backs of his knees until he crawls onto the couch. “Bend over.”

With a hand between his shoulder blades, I gently push him down, trailing my palm down the knobs of his spine until I get to his crease. As he white knuckles the cushions, I spread his bouncy cheeks, getting a delicious view of his little pink hole puckered just for me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur, rubbing a cum-covered finger around the rim.

“Whoa, that...what are you doing?” He chokes, thrusting slightly, and I snort at the cutesy act he’s still playing—like he didn’t know exactly what would happen when he followed me up here tonight.

“Just relax for me.” Using his release as lube, I press a finger past that tight ring of muscle, groaning at the velvet heat that envelops me, my cock heavy and aching for a turn. His head drops forward, hair damp at the base of his neck from sweat, and I lean forward to lick the salt from his skin.

He shivers, crying out, his dick leaving a sticky trail of arousal on the leather of my couch as I palm his throat and fuck my finger into his ass.

“God, you’re tight.” Too tight. Like it’s been a while since he’s taken cock. Gritting my teeth, I suck on his earlobe, irritated at the extra time I’ll have to spend stretching him. “You’re going to need to loosen up if you want me inside you, doll face.”

Another soft whimper spills from his lips as I spit down his crease before leaning over to dig inside the end table for a condom and lube. Most guys I take home are prepped and ready to go, all that’s left to do is slide right in and come. I know it’s not his fault—he was working and probably had no intention of getting fucked tonight. But still.

After the shit-show that was work, followed by a bullshit family dinner, I just want to take my pleasure and then go to sleep.

Using the lube, I insert a second finger, scissoring him open before searching for his prostate. When I nudge it, he yelps again, back muscles tightening as he falls forward, mumbling under his breath.

“Frickin’...gawd, what the hell...”

“That’s it, baby,” I chuckle as he rocks back on my fingers, a third one joining them. “I can’t wait to pound this ass.”

With my teeth, I rip open the condom packet and roll it onto my thick length while I continue to stretch him. There’s still some resistance, and he could probably use more prep time, but the night is growing late. I have an early morning meeting, so I line myself up with his hole and grab onto his hips.

“Breathe out,” is all the warning I give before pushing forward, barely breaching him with my crown when he gasps and digs his nails into my thighs to get me to stop.

“Ow, Jesus, that burns,” he whines through clenched teeth, tensing up, and I glare down at the sight of his hole stretched to max capacity around me. Fuck, I’m not going to fit. He’s too tight, too small for my size.

If we had the time, he’d probably need a few days to be ready for me, but all we have is tonight.

“Turn around,” I growl in frustration, backing up to pull off the condom. “Open your mouth.”

He obeys, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as I quickly jerk off against his tongue.

When the orgasm hits me, it’s shallow and empty. There’s only a few piddly spurts of cum that land on his lips, which he wipes away without meeting my gaze.

“Well, that was extremely unsatisfying,” I mutter, stepping away to pull on my underwear. “Thanks for nothing, I guess.”

A slight, choked noise leaves his throat, face brighter than a tomato. Clearly embarrassed.

Tough shit. If he’s wanting sweet words, he came to the wrong place.

Tossing him his clothes, I turn my back and head for my bathroom to get ready for bed.

“The elevator will take you back down,” is all I say before I shut the door behind me, pissed off that I have no time to text any of my hookups if I want enough sleep for tomorrow.

My father’s criticisms from dinner echo in my ears as I step into the shower, harsh and berating, drowning out any wave of pleasure I might have been riding. The weight of my life crashes down on me without the high of sex, pulling me down until my knees hit the floor, and I let the scalding water burn away his voice until it’s nothing but an echo rattling around my skull.

Briefly, the Uber driver’s face flashes before me—pretty skin and silky purple waves, a smile that would have lit me up if it could.

God, I wish I could feel something.

Shilo

“Ilook like a goob. A goofy one.”