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“I’m not—” he starts to argue, and I kiss his lips, silencing him.
“It’s not a dirty word, B.”
He shakes his head, so much confusion in his eyes. “I’m a man, Tor.”
I nod my head in agreement. “You are. One of the strongest men I know. You are kind and good. Playful and quick-witted. You give as good as you get and I’m so happy I met you this year. You’re a great friend and an incredibly talented hockey player. There’s nothing small or not manly about you, Baylor. Sometimes you seem larger than life and you make everyone around you feel like they can take on the world. You are an amazing person. An amazing man. And she’s a wretched whore that tried to take advantage of you, that assaulted you. But you survived. And you’re still here. You’re with me. And we’re going to be okay, even on hard days. You will always have people who have your back.”
“She assaulted me?” The wonder in his tone makes me realize he never really saw it that way. That maybe this whole time he saw it as a stupid mistake that cost them the championship last season.
I nod my head. “She did. That’s assault and it would have been rape if Wells hadn’t intervened.” It’s important to call it what it was. To put a name to it and start to process the emotions that come with it. He pulls me back into his chest, and hisbody shakes with his cries. I hold him the best I can. “I’m so sorry, Baylor. You didn’t deserve that to happen to you. No one deserves that.”
I don’t know how much time passes with us laying like that in his bed. Me holding him, and him letting out all of the emotions he’s suppressed about the whole thing. I cry with him as he breaks and hope I’ll be able to help him put the pieces back together again.
He whispers my name some time later. “Torryn.”
“Hm?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair soothingly.
He flips me over on my back, hovering over me. “I’m still a man,” he whispers. His eyes seem lighter, even when rimmed with red. I don’t think I’ve noticed just how fucking pretty Baylor is. Sharp nose and a strong jawline, but just enough fullness in his cheeks to give him a boyish look. His disheveled hair is getting longer and almost reaches his chin now, softening the angles of his face.
“I’ve never stopped seeing you as one,” I tell him.
His eyes search my face as if looking for a lie, but he won’t find one. I think Baylor is pretty when he cries and it’s fucking hot when a man can show his emotions. “Sometimes that night makes me feel like less of one,” he admits, still searching my face.
“It doesn’t,” I say matter of factly. “But those feelings won’t just disappear with a few words,” I acknowledge, brushing his hair out of his face. “We can work on it together.”
“I want you to see me as a man.”
“I do,” I promise, knowing he’s going to need to keep hearing it.
“Even though I cried?”
This time I give him a small smirk. “Especially because you cried.”
His responding smile eases something in my chest. He’s going to be okay. Maybe not tonight, and maybe not tomorrow, but he will be. One day, he’ll be able to sort out all of his emotions about Clarissa and he’s going to be okay. It’s quick to deflate though, fear entering back into his gaze. “Even though that happened to me?”
I cup his cheek with one hand. “I wish it had never happened to you, Baylor. I wish I could take away the memory and the pain. But it doesn’t change how I look at you. You’re still the man that leaves his mark on me every time we fuck. The man that makes sure I can still feel him the day after. The man that makes me cry out his name and beg for more.”
“I want to feel like that man,” he admits.
I nod in understanding. “Then take what you need, Baylor. You told me I could take from you, fuck you, and use you how I please. So do the same to me. Fuck me, use me, however you need to. I can promise I’ll love every second of it.”
Heat flashes in his hazel eyes as lust replaces the fear there. My body instantly starts responding to his presence. “Being inside of you makes me feel like a man.”
I don’t say anything in response, just open my legs wider to accommodate his size. He smiles salaciously and heat pulses at my center in response. I expect him to be rough, to be demanding and to take. Instead he moves slowly down my body, dropping kisses over my stomach and thighs as he settles in between my legs.
He pulls my underwear down and tosses them off the bed, spreading my thighs wider as he just looks at my pussy. Something about his transfixed stare is enough to start getting me hot and I shift under his gaze.
“So damn pretty, Tor,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my inner thighs as he uses his thumb to spread me open. “Such a perfect pussy,” he praises. He’s slow and languid as he teases me.Flicking his tongue against my clit only to move away again and kiss my stomach. He builds me up at a torturously slow pace, taking his time to kiss every inch of my cunt until I’m begging for him to make me come.
“Almost,” he promises, swiping his tongue from my ass to my clit. He sucks me into his mouth and finally, finally, stays there, lathering my clit with attention. After such a long and slow climb, the orgasm crashes through me almost instantly. When he lifts his head, his lips and cheeks are gleaming with my come and he gives me a satisfied smirk.
Once again he doesn’t do as I expect. Instead of crawling back up my body and burying himself in me, he dives back in for round two. Licking, sucking, and biting until he brings me to another screaming orgasm. Only after a third one, when my legs are shaking and my body is slick with sweat, does he move up my body to kiss me.
He slides a condom on and enters me slowly. His long, thick length filling me as I arch my back to take him deeper. Baylor’s eyes shine with satisfaction as he rocks his hips against mine, dragging his dick in and out of me, making me beg and plead for him to go faster. But he drags out and savors every single thrust.
Nothing about it has been expected and as Baylor moves in and out of me, whispering words of praise about how fucking well I take him, how wet I am for him, how much he loves to see me drip for him, it dawns on me.
Baylor doesn’t need to dominate a woman to feel like a man. He just needs to feel my pleasure. To know he owns it.
