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"I'd apologize but you'd just yell at me," I offered as I pulled myself out of the water and sat beside him at the edge of the pool. His bare legs and feet dangled in the water.
"You're safe?"
My body tensed and I let out a sigh. I hated that he didn't trust me to come to him if my mind went that dark again. It was my own fault and I couldn't blame them.
"I'm safe," I promised without looking at him.
Brock was having none of that. He scooted closer and grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. His dark hair was wild from laying down, sticking out in shaggy layers and falling in front of his brown eyes. He had strong features, a jawline that could cut glass and prominent cheekbones.
Brock was gorgeous.
When his lips met mine the rest of the world faded away.
I pulled back, breathing raggedly as I rested my forehead against his.
"Get me out of my head?" I practically begged. He stood and took my hand, tugging me to my feet.
"Come on, I've got you," he promised.
We locked up the gym and walked upstairs, the tension rising between us and my cock aching for him. I was so fucking hard I thought I might combust if he didn't touch me soon.
Our steps picked up and the moment we closed his door behind us he had me pressed into it, his mouth on mine. Brock's tongue swept into my mouth, demanding and hungry. He was solid under my fingers, the muscles rippling under them as he forced my head to the side, angling me how he wanted.
With Brock, I didn't have to think. I could sink into feeling alone and out of my head. Fuck, I needed it.
He sank to his knees the moment he released me, tugging my wet shorts down my body and tossing them away. My cock sprang free, already hard and leaking precum.
His fingers wrapped around my length as his eyes locked onto me. He stroked me slowly before opening his mouth and swallowing me down.
"Fuck," I cursed, fingers tightening in his dark hair as I leaned heavily against the door behind me. His mouth was fucking magic. He sucked hard, stealing my breath away, before switching to teasing swirls of his tongue around the head of my dick.
Brock was always that mix of hard and soft, teasing and playful, harsh and demanding. Fucking perfect.
My head was clear and all I could focus on was breathing slow and deep so I didn't come early and embarrass myself.
He knew me too well, bringing me right to the fucking edge then backing off so my balls ached and I was letting out annoyed groans. After the third time, he moved away completely.
"Bed. Now. Hands and knees."
His voice was so deep it rumbled and I moved over, doing as he asked. He dug around in his drawer for condoms and lube as I rested my forearms on the mattress, my head laying on his soft blanket. My cock fucking hurt but fuck if I didn't love this game.
He was the king of edging.
The sound of the lube opening and the slick sound of him moving it around his fingers was his only warning before he moved in behind me and pushed a single finger into my ass. The sting of it had me gasping out a breath but he teased me from there, loosening the muscles and adding more fingers one by one until he deemed me ready.
Every muscle in my body was tense and I had to force myself to breathe and loosen up.
He waited, letting me calm myself, before sinking inside of me.
The fullness and stretch was what dreams were made of. A heady mix of pleasure and pain that had me finally letting go like I needed.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Tate. No holding back," he grunted before pulling out gently and slamming back in. The pace he set was bruising, his hips slapping into my ass with enough force I was shocked Elias wasn't shouting in protest.
He knew we were together which was why his bedroom was on the other side of the apartment.
My mind blanked as he fucked me hard and fast, punishing me with each slam of his hips as he pounded me into the mattress. Greedy hands groped at my ass and roamed over my body. He possessed every inch of me and I welcomed it with open arms.
Brock tensed, his fingers wrapping around my dick and stroking me in time with each thrust. His breathing was ragged as he leaned over me, the pressure making me nearly combust.
