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37 - Manson
Lucas was shaking likea leaf as I touched him. He tried so hard; not a single one of us doubted it. But he was still cruel to himself. He was really no better than me when it came to treating himself kindly.
But that was what we had each other for. Some folks said that you couldn’t be loved by someone else until you loved yourself, but that simply wasn’t true.
I learned how to love myself from the love others gave me. I was still learning, I’dalwaysbe learning. Lucas had a hard time seeing the goodness in himself, but he was getting better every day. He just needed reminders.
“I’ll take care of you,” I assured him, cupping my hand around his bulge and squeezing as he groaned. I was taking my time and he was getting antsy, waiting for the moment when I would pin him down and be rough with him.
But it wasn’t happening this time, no matter how much he protested. He wanted to punish himself for needing comfort, but I couldn’t let him do that.
Taking his hand, I opened the door to Jessica’s backseat. “Get in.”
He gave me a baffled look, but got in. I pushed him back as I crawled in after him, so that he was lying against the opposite door with one leg up on the seat, the other sprawled on the floor.
“Smells like our girl, doesn’t it?” I said, crawling into the back. I popped open the button on his pants and dragged them off him, then his underwear too.
He looked so fucking good. Completely naked with his legs sprawled on those red leather seats, his hard cock resting against his belly. There wasn’t much room back here but I was determined to make it work.
Fucking him in Jess’s car just feltright.
“It does smell like her,” he said. “Hopefully she doesn’t mind us steaming up her backseat.”
I shook my head as I pulled my pants off. “Are you kidding? She’ll love this. She’s going to lose her shit when I tell her.” Crawling back on top of him and forcing his legs even wider apart, I grinned. “I bet you she’ll even get off to it.”
I spat on my hand, getting my cock slick first. There wasn’t any lube out here, but whatever, I’d made it work. Lucas wanted a rough fuck anyway, and although I was determined to be gentle, I really did enjoy when it was a struggle to squeeze inside him.
Getting as close to him as I could, I hooked his leg over mine and pushed the other one up, so his foot rested on my shoulder. He huffed, squirming against the door, glaring at me for putting him into such a ridiculous position. I took both of us in my hand, holding our cocks together as I thrust against him.
“Goddamn it,” he gasped, teeth bared at the pleasure. “Fuck me, Manson. I don’t care if it hurts, just —”
“I care,” I said. I kept stroking us together, enamored by the sight of us. “I’m not rushing a damn thing. You look so fucking good like that...” He growled at me, furiously petulant, and I teased, “Are you really in a position to be snarling at me? When you have your legs up in the air, spread open like a slut?”
“Then fuck me like one!” he demanded, hips bucking, his entire body squirming.
I suddenly recalled the first time I ever fucked him. He’d been so...pushy. Almost angry in how demanding he was, like he was constantly challenging me to fight back, to put him in his place.
Now, I could recognize that desperation in his eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” He gasped out the sharp words. His toes twitched as I pressed his leg even further up, crushing him into the seat.
“Ask nicely,” I said.
He practically snapped his teeth at me.
“Are you fucking kidding? Come on! Reed!” He jolted his hips toward me. Aggressive. Demanding. “Fuck me, bitch! Come on!”
His pupils visibly dilated when my hand snapped out and grabbed his face. “Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that?”
He gulped. The leather seat creaked beneath him. “Uh...no. Wouldn’t...I don’t...”
“Come on,Bent,” I snapped, squeezing my grip into his face at the same time. “Try me, love. Call me a bitch again. I dare you. Ireallywant you to. Go on.”
He shook his head, lips firmly sealed. He was shaking like he was actually scared of me and I felt a little mean for smiling. Softening my grip on his face, I said, “I promised you I was going to be gentle. Why are you trying so hard to force me not to be?”
“I told you I don’t deserve it,” he said. His voice was pleading, as if he was begging me to believe him. He looked down, whimpering softly as I continued to stroke our cocks together. “Please, Manson. Please...it’s so hard.”
“I know it is.” I let go of him, angling myself towards his hole instead. His entire body tensed up in anticipation, but I took my time. “But it will get easier. I’ll remind you every day if I have to: of how much I love you, and how precious you are to me.”
