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“Look at me,” I yelled, slapping my other hand against the hood. My reflection was warped and distorted in the metal, a monster. Maybe that was what I was. A monster, undeserving of his love. “You’re mine. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want everyone in the world to know that Oliver Calloway melts when he takes my dick up his ass.”
“Ben,” he cried, but he clenched around me, squeezing me for all I was worth.
“Do you really want me to stop?” I pulled out until only the very tip of my dick was still inside him, teasing him. “Do you want me to leave your tight little hole empty?”
“No,” he moaned. “Don’t take it out.”
“You like it, don’t you? The risk. Does it turn you on to be watched? To be exposed like this?” He shook his head, refusing to speak. I grabbed his cock again, a sweet sound leaving his lips at my touch. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” His body shook beneath me as his knees started giving out. “It turns me on.”
“You think anyone else can satisfy you like I can? There’s no one else that can handle you, not when you devour my cock like this.”
“I’m going to cum,” he reached out to dig his fingernails into my wrist. “I can’t take anymore.”
He tightened even more, and we came together as he clenched around me. I held myself up, breathing hard, as he slumped against the car, unable to stand. The pleasure had been intense, but I was left empty. There was nothing inside of me but longing for something that could never be mine.
We stayed like that for nearly a minute before Oliver manage to stagger to his feet. He pulled up his pants and turned around, leaning against the car. His eyes were red, and his face streaked with tears. My heart broke inside me as shame wormed through my stomach.
“You can be such a bastard.”
We drove back down to his parking spot in silence.
I waited once I turned off the car. I didn’t know if he even wanted to speak to me, let alone walk with me into the building.
His door opened, and I heard him step out. “Are you coming, or not?”
He had asked me that before and my answer had been easy. Now, nothing was easy. I swallowed down the words stuck in my throat and got out.
He stayed a few steps ahead of me as we returned to his apartment. We were lucky not to pass anyone. The front of my underwear was wet where my pre-cum had leaked, and I had come inside Oliver again. I really was a bastard.
He didn’t look at me as we entered his apartment. “I’m going to go clean up.”
Once he was gone I felt my body grow weak. I clutched at the kitchen table to steady myself. I knew what had to come next, and I had to move quickly.
I made it to my room, no, to the guest room. Nothing in this apartment was mine. I was just a ghost, haunting him. But not anymore. This time I would move on and set him free.
I stuffed my clothes and toiletries into my suitcase, not bothering to make it neat. It wasn’t like it mattered. There was so little of me there to begin with. Just some clothes, really. It wasn’t a place I belonged.
I put my key on the table and left. I waited till I was back in the car to text him.
My apartment’s fixed. Thanks for letting me stay.
I hesitated after I pressed send and typed in one more line.I’m sorry.
With that, I shut off my phone and left. A coward to the end.
Chapter Thirteen
The calls stopped coming after the third day. It took them that long to realize I was serious.
I had texted Marina that I would be out for the week and asked her to pass it on. I couldn’t bring myself to message Oliver directly. He left dozens of texts and voicemails, but I ignored them all. I didn’t even read them. I couldn’t take the chance that my resolve would break.
I didn’t deserve him. I didn’t deserve to even see his face.
Seeing him with that girl had been enough to push me over the edge. God, I was pitiful. What did I expect? I was a man, and I had nothing to offer him. There were dozens of women who came from the same background as him and had connections. He was smart and handsome and sought after. He could have his pick.
I was wallowing. I spent my time either in bed or on my couch half-watching mindless television. Thinking about next steps was too high a hurdle, so I didn’t.
