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“Caleb.” The whisper seemed to be right in my ear instead of coming out of my mouth, like maybe someone else said it. His name still felt strange, sounded strange, like a dream I’d had and not a guy I…
When he looked up at me, those eyes the color of everything and nothing, wide and intense and waiting, I swear there were words in my mouth I didn’t know, didn’t put there, couldn’t mean. When he pulled me into that kind of trance, treating me so nice, acting like he could never get sick of me, it pulled things up from deep, dark places, shit that was unwrapped, unused, expired and broken, and I swear I wanted to give it to him, give him everything I could dig up, but it just wasn’t good enough. He deserved so much better.
“Logan,” was all he said back, like a dare, like a duel almost, but I couldn’t say anything else.
He grinned slow and put his head back down, kissing further downfield, but going slant route over to my hips and down my thighs, and thenfinallyyanking my shorts all the way off.Finally,I was fucking naked— unless you counted the bandages around my wrists, which I guess I did.
He licked his lips and looked me over, and I lifted my arms back over my head to give him a better view. He dragged his fingers from my biceps up to my wrists and back down, and I felt myself tightening up everything, clenching and flexing the same way I had at practice when I knew he was watching. I never bothered to do that with anyone else. I knew I looked good. But him, I just wanted… I didn’t know what, exactly.
It wasn’t even about impressing him, not really. It was about… bragging. Showing off in such a juvenile fucking way, and when I realized that, I felt ridiculous, but also it kind of fit. Our relationship might have been twisted, but in some ways it was basic as hell. I was a jock and he was a nerd. He was brains and I was big fucking biceps. And yeah, it wasn’t always that black and white, not even close, but when it was… there was just something so hot about it.
“Look at you,” he finally said, sitting back and drinking me in like he could barely believe I was there, and yup, I got off on that. “Logan Prescott all tied up and desperate in my bed. Lot of people who’d like to be me right now. Lot of guys who’d like to fuck your tight ass. Suck that messy cock. But no one else gets to. Just me.” His voice was soft and sweet, too sweet almost, right on the edge of evil, and I liked everything about it.
“What are you gonna do with me?” I asked him again, and this time it was more like a game, except I would have done anything. Everything. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.
“I think I’m just gonna have to keep you forever,” he told me, and the whine in my throat was so loud and raw it hurt. “Keep you safe. Keep you happy. Keep you satisfied.” His eyes roamed over me again. “Keep you sore.”
“Fuck yeah.” God, he had some messed up ways of turning me on, but I was here for it. My breath got so hot and hard just laying there waiting that my chest ached, and when he reached down and spread his fingers wide across my pecs I thought I might scream. “Hurt me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“I love when you beg, brat,” he told me, bending down to kiss me, soft, so quick I couldn’t get my arms around him before he slipped off the bed. I swear I couldn’t get over how fast and stealth he was for someone so huge.
I watched him stand there a minute, and then he shoved down his shorts, hard and naked, and fuck, his dick was so nice. Even if I wasn’t into getting fucked I would have liked it, would have wanted to choke on it, feel it warm and thick in my throat, and my mouth watered looking at it, wanting that now. Wanting him to slap my face with it, slap my hole, spray his cum all down the front of me, anything he wanted, any way he wanted to own me, and Jesus, I was really fucking gone for this guy.
He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started lazy stroking while I watched. I knew how big his hands were, how long his fingers were, and it made his dick seem even bigger, made me want him even more, and fuck once I got a taste of something I wanted, I really couldn’t let go. Sure, it wasn’t the best trait a guy like me could pick up, but I could be addicted to worse things than Beast dick.
“That hole need to be filled up?” he asked me, teasing and mean, and I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, and why would I want it to be.
I planted my feet flat on the bed, lifting up, spreading wide, letting him stare. “Please.”
“Mmm. Feels so good inside you, baby. So tight and hot. My boy, nobody else’s. But you were so naughty today, teasing me.”
“I’m sorry though. I won’t anymore.”
He shook his head, still jerking himself with slow, almost absentminded strokes, like he was barely paying attention, but I knew that wasn’t true. The head of his cock was dark red, greedy for me, he was just so,sogood at holding back, at being patient. “I don’t know if you can help yourself. I think you like being naughty.”
“I thinkyoulike it,” I told him, baring my teeth and digging my heels, watching his hands, watching his face, needing him on me, in me, with me. “You love being teased. You love punishing me. Do it in the library if you want. Do it in the locker room, I don’t care. Want revenge, take it. Take me.”
He smirked, slow and filthy. “You’re so worked up. Don’t you like being teased? Don’t you like seeing what’s yours and not being able to touch it?”
I wondered for a second if that was one of those double questions. If maybe he wanted to kiss me after practice and hold my hand in the hallway after all, have me all the time, not just in secret. Because maybe I did. If he did. But I’d settle for a fucking dick in me and not thinking so much.
“Fuck me, asshole,” I snarled at him, running out of time to be nice, and he laughed.
He reached into the drawer by the bed, and there was no lube shortage in this house. He wrapped up and slicked up with a fucking handful of it, coming at me with the rest. Crawling back up on the bed and sliding his hand up my dick a few times until I was panting hard and whining harder, and then dropping down to tease my hole. Two fingers at once like I hadn’t been a bottom-hating virgin just a few days ago, and it wasn’t even enough for me.
I rode them wild, hungry, wanted more, more, more, afraid he was gonna miss his window because it felt so good, and my dick wassofucking hard, and I needed to comenow.“Please.”
“Have you suffered long enough, baby?” he whispered, pulling his fingers out, bracing down over me, nudging his cock up against my hole, and I nodded, begging, so desperate for him my eyes were watering. “Yeah,” he decided. “Time to spoil my sweet boy. Give him everything he wants.”
When he pressed himself against me, I closed my eyes and sighed, felt him slide in so smooth and easy, filling me up fast and hard. He worked around a little, rolling his hips, and then reached back to grab my thigh, pulling my leg up and angling deeper, bending down just in time to kiss a scream out of my mouth when he hit me just right. I brought my arms down and wrapped them around his neck, and I swear he wore me out so hard with just a few thrusts I could barely do anything but take it.
“That what you want, baby?” he murmured against my lips, and I groaned and nodded, riding him hard. He was everything I wanted. Fuckingeverything.
* * *
Fucking The Beast made me wonderhow the hell I’d ever done this kind of shit at school— standing up, pulling my clothes back on and walking away after— because I swear to god all I could do when he pulled out of me was close my eyes and pass out. It was getting to be a real habit, just collapsing when he was done with me, so finished I could barely function, and I just slumped there sighing and relaxed while he unwrapped my wrists and cleaned me up, sliding back into bed next to me.
Goddamn, I loved fucking, and I loved him beating my ass, but there was maybe nothing better than laying down dead after practice, after being railed, and just catching a nap with your boyfriend. Breathing heavy for forty-five, smelling sex and sweat and spicy citrus hair junk that kept that do in place even when he was jackhammering me. Mostly. When I opened my eyes again, there was a hunk of blond hair hanging down over his forehead and I reached out and tucked it back, somewhere close to where it belonged.
