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I wonder if I could get him to let me fuck him… I know his ex is a switch. It said as much on his Grindr profile. Is Travis a switch…?
We pass the weed back and forth for a while until it’s almost gone, nothing on my mind except that thought. It’ll probably be somewhat of a challenge at first. He thinks he hates me after all, but hate sex is always the best, isn’t it? Taking one more hit, I stroll into the kitchen, putting the joint out and throwing it away, before grabbing my beer off the counter.
I plop down on the couch, my gaze sizing him up. “You need to relax, man.”
He glares at me, the blue of his irises now accompanied by red as the effects of the weed become evident. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do, man.” He mocks the last word, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Standing to my full height—which truthfully, isn’t much taller than him, but I have a couple of inches on him—I step up to him, hand wrapping around his throat as I push him until his back hits my wall. The air is knocked out of him, and I feel his Adam’s apple bob as he tries to swallow around the constriction.
With my grin wide, I bring my mouth right by his ear, feeling a shiver rack through him in the process. Keeping my voice low, I ask, “But what if I want to tell you what to do, baby?” Goosebumps erect over the flesh on his neck as I continue. “Want to know what I think? Don’t worry, I’ll tell you,” I taunt. “I think you need someone to tell you what to do. I think you’d crave it, giving up control.”
Pulling back, but not removing my hand from his throat, I run my gaze over his face. There’s a faint pink splashed on his cheeks and his bloodshot eyes are heavy. Once again, his hands come to my chest, shoving me away, but this time I’m prepared for it. I don’t move.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, asshole,” he snarls.
A smirk pulls on my lips before I run my tongue along the bottom, relishing in the way his eyes track the movement. “It’s no wonder your man cheated on you,” I growl. “You’re fucking bitter and boring.”
His eyes narrow, lips parting like he wants to give me a rebuttal, but he remains quiet.
“Maybe if you let yourself have some fun, you’d feel better.” Stepping back, I shamelessly drag my gaze down his body before meeting his eyes once more. “Let me make you come, cariño. Bet you’d be in a better mood.”
This time when he shoves me, I let him. The thrill pulsing inside me at his fury is undeniable. My dick’s already so hard inside my pants, and we’ve barely gotten started.
“I’m not boring or bitter,” he barks, stepping closer to me, a finger shoved toward my face. “You’re just a fucking asshole who doesn’t understand boundaries.” When I say nothing back, simply smiling, he continues. “And you’re not even that attractive. I doubt you’d be able to satisfy me, anyway. Guys like you are always selfish.”
There’s so much I could say, but I don’t. Instead, I just reply with, “Prove it.”
He swallows hard. “W-what?”
“Let’s prove how much I can’t satisfy you, Travis.” I push my hands into my jeans pockets as he stands there looking wildly uncomfortable. “Let’s see if you’re right. You aren’t,” I add. “But we can humor you for the sake of being fair.”
He shuffles anxiously on the heels of his feet, the entire space quiet save for the ticking arm on the analog clock behind him. “How would we do that?”
“Let me make you feel good.” Come on, cariño. Give in. Give it to me.
His brows pinch together. “That’s all?”
“That’s all,” I repeat. “But we play by my rules. This is my house, my bet. We do things my way, got it? But if I’m right, and you enjoy yourself, you have to let me take you out sometime.”
“Why would I do that?” He crosses his arms over his chest, but the temptation is in his eyes.
“Why not? Are you scared?” I taunt as I reach down and adjust myself, his gaze zeroing in on it.
“I’m not fucking scared.”
Stalking toward him, I back him into the wall once again, this time with my hands not touching him. “Prove it, then, cariño. Prove how not scared you are.” Our faces are mere inches from each other, his breath fanning my lips, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. I know if I touched his chest, his heart would be pounding beneath the surface. “Submit. To. Me.” The words come out as a thunderous growl, snapping his resolve as his lips crash against mine.
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TRAVIS BARNES
His lips devour mine, hungry and ardent.
His tongue annihilates all logical thinking.
And when his hard, muscular body presses against mine, pinning me farther into this wall, an electric current sets off in my veins, demolishing any reserves I may have had minutes ago.
This is a terrible idea. Probably one of the worst I’ve ever had. But where has playing it safe ever gotten me? So, for tonight… just this once, I’ll make a deal with the devil. I’ll play his sinister games and reap the benefits. It’s my turn to be selfish. I’ve always been the one used up and thrown away, but this time, I won’t be disposable. This time, when I get mine, it’ll be me deciding to walk away.
