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I shudder, sucking in a gasp at the image. Arousal sparks to life, and I reach for his belt, flipping it open. He growls, sucking on my lip and pulling it between his teeth.
“You want to be used, Eli?”
No. I want you to love me.
“Yes.” I rip his pants open and reach in to grab his dick, shoving his underwear down to get it out of the way. His cock is gloriously hard and jutting out from his body.
I stroke him a few times before he spins me around and lifts my skirt, tucking the edge into my waistband to hold it up. With no finesse, he shoves my underwear down and kicks my feet apart. I’m aching for him. For the words I know he’ll give me. I need them.
Asher smacks my ass cheek hard enough to make the skin heat and sting. I hiss at the burn, but it lights me up inside.
“Your skin is so fucking pretty with my handprint on it.” Asher rips open some kind of package and slick fingers slide between my cheeks. I moan as his finger pushes into me, thrusts a few times before a second one is added, then a third.
My eyes roll back as he stretches me, making my hole sloppy with lube before he fucks me.
“Please,” I beg, forcing myself back onto him.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have you coming on my dick in no time.” His hand grips my hip hard, making me arch my back for better access. The hard, hot tip of his cock drags through my cheeks until he finds my stretched hole, and he slides inside in one thrust. My body being forced to stretch where his fingers didn’t reach, so fucking deep.
Asher’s free hand grabs my jaw and pulls my face from the wall, bending me back.
“Look at you taking my dick like such a good boy,” he groans in my ear. “Does it feel good to be used?”
“Yesss,” I hiss as he thrusts into me with slow, hard, deep strokes. He has full control over my body, my head, and I’m addicted to it. Finally, the doubts are quiet, and I can just let him take what he needs from me. There’s no future, no past, no worries. Just this.
“You think you can walk away from me? Walk away from us?” His fingers dig into my flesh, leaving bruises on my skin. “You’re mine, only mine.” His snarl has goose bumps erupting over my body. “I don’t fucking share.”
My breathing hiccups in my chest as my brain is overwhelmed with stimulation. His rough hands on my skin, his words and growls in my ear, the drag of his dick inside of me. I can’t process it all.
“Are you going to come? Spray the wall with it, show everyone how much my sweet boy loves to be used.”
Wrapping a hand around myself, my dick is sticky with the precum running down my shaft. I jerk myself hard, in quick strokes, needing the high of the orgasm his body is promising mine. His words echoing between my ears.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock, take it. Make me fill you up so you’ll feel me for the rest of the night.”
I’m done. With a gasp, my body shudders so hard the only thing keeping me upright is Asher’s hold. A loud, long, ragged moan rips from my throat, and I don’t give a shit who hears me. My cum hits the wall I’m pushed against, and I don’t care about that either.
Asher grunts and picks up speed, slapping against me in a vulgar mix of flesh meeting flesh and his sounds of pleasure. Heat spreads in my gut, and he trembles against me as he comes. His grip on me loosens, and I’m forced to stand on my own. The hand on my hip slides around my waist to hold me against him, and he turns my chin to kiss my cheek. We’re both panting, shivering in the cool breeze as it hits our sweaty, overheated skin.
“I love you, Eli.”
My stomach tightens, and my heart hurts at the words I’ve waited my whole life to hear because I can’t keep him. He has to go back to his life, and I have to let him go.
Placing my hands on the wall, I push against it, needing space. Tears are welling up in my eyes already. I need to get out of here.
“Eli?” Asher takes a step back, but he pulls me with him, keeping himself buried in my body.
“I heard you.” My throat is tight around the knot of emotion I’m trying to hold back. “I can’t.”
I reach for my underwear and pull them up. Asher finally releases me, slipping from my body with a hiss. With shaking hands, I adjust my clothes.
I hate myself for not saying it back to Asher. He deserves to hear the words because they’re true, and I know he’s probably just as alone as I am. After his mom died, his dad disappeared into work, and I doubt that’s changed. Every fiber of me hopes he has friends, a found family with his team to help him pick up the pieces. Maybe he can’t tell them about me, but they’ll know he’s broken and support him while he heals.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to him as I straighten my spine and walk back toward the bonfire.
“Eli!” He quickly catches up to me, but I stop dead in my tracks when I’m suddenly face to face with my parents. My heart drops into my stomach, but I wrap my arms around my waist and force myself not to look back at him. I can feel him like a shadow behind me, fully aware he’s not done with that conversation, but I can’t do it right now.
Guilt and shame color my face, and I drop my gaze to my feet.
