6. Chapter 6

What the hell was I doing with my cock down Blaze’s fucking throat? What the hell was he doing, accepting it like he was born to suck it? But there was no stopping this fiery train wreck. My logical mind told me to stop. My libido told me I had to have this. Libido won by a long shot.

The squeezing of his gagging throat, the drool, his reddening face and watering eyes… Holy hell, it set my body on fire. I should’ve shoved him away. I should’ve punched the hell out of him for making me want this. Instead, I pumped harder and faster into his mouth.

And fuck… those sounds coming out of him… grunting, gasping, gurgling, slurping…

Tears poured down his face, and I pulled out my dick long enough for him to wheeze oxygen into his lungs. Blaze’s lips were swollen and dripping with saliva.

My body shuddered, having experienced nothing like it before. My cock pulsed and ached, my balls heavy, already needing to come, but hell if I would. If Blaze insisted on being on his knees, worshiping my dick, no way was I going to waste this moment.

He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide for more.

Fuck .

Me .

I could come right then and there at the sight of him swallowing me whole.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his obedience, not moving an inch, leaving his hands behind him, and sucking me so fucking good. Where in the hell had that come from?

“Can you take more, Kitten?”

His brows furrowed, and he huffed through his nose.

Right. Order. Not ask.

I pushed my dick back into his mouth, rested my hands on either side of his head in a firm hold, and rolled my hips back and forth, deeper and faster. Not once did he graze me with his teeth… or bite my dick off. I had my doubts.

When his tongue rolled along the sensitive areas, my eyes rolled right along with it, making my toes curl.

My stamina was quickly draining with a desperation to climax finally. It was building too much, and I sensed the inevitable explosion.

“Swallow all of it,” I grunted.

Blaze gave me a curt nod as I let go and just let my body feel… and fall.

I shuddered and froze as heat flushed my skin when I came. Blaze was quick to swallow all my cum. Watching him gobble it up was… there were no fucking words that could describe the magnificent sight. It was like he’d thrown his pride right down the garbage disposal and shredded it just to have this moment with me.

As I came down from my sexual high and my softening cock slipped out of his mouth, I hated to admit that it was the best fucking blow job I’d ever had. Still, I waited for the inevitable regret, but there was nothing .

That was a lie. I still hated the fucking bastard, but for the first time, that hatred dimmed a little. What had pushed Blaze, of all people, to get on his knees for me? I didn’t understand it.

Blaze quickly stood and wiped his mouth aggressively with the back of his hand while I pulled up my sweats, unsure of what to say or do. Did I have to suck him off? Would he even tell me what just happened? Better yet, why was he here, and what did this mean?

His brow slammed down, and he fisted his hands, his cock trying to punch through his jeans, clearly needing his own release. Then he paced with a low growl.

“Do you… want me to…” I pointed at his dick.

His eyes snapped to mine and he scowled. “No!”

When he brushed by me, apparently trying to leave, I was filled with that ever-present anger whenever Blaze was around. I grabbed him by his neck and shoved his face into the wall, pressing my much bigger body against his.

“Then what the fuck do you want? Why are you here? Do you mean to tell me you stopped by just to suck my dick? I don’t think so.”

Blaze struggled under me, rasping and grunting. “Let me… go!”

“No. Answer me.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, too!”

I twisted his arm behind him and punched my hips against his ass. He calmed down and groaned. What the fuck was going on?

Did he… want me to fuck him?

All these non-answers were irritating the fuck out of me. I was confused and still turned on. And fucking pissed off at his reaction, the same reaction he had after we kissed.

I yanked him back by his silky hair, twisted him around, and shoved his body against the window.

“Open your jeans,” I ordered, since answering my questions clearly wasn’t working.

While he shook his head, he wasn’t exactly fighting me, either.

“Open your jeans, pull them down your thighs along with your underwear, and give me your cock. ”

“Fuck you.”

I gripped his hair tighter and leaned into his ear. “You can pretend all you want that you don’t need this, but we both know you do. Right, Kitten ?”

I eased my free hand down the back of his pants and grazed his hole with my finger. His body shuddered, and he whimpered, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the cold panes of the window, fogging it up with his breath.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked? To be owned? Are you that desperate for me?”

“I’m not fucking desperate for you. I hate you!” The sound of his voice told me a different story.

“Do you want me to send you home, all hot and bothered? Leave you hard as a rock and aching?”

His silence was my answer. He so wanted it, but his fucking pride was getting in the way.

“Answer me,” I growled in his ear, nipping the gauged lobe, biting metal and flesh.

Despite my loathing for Blaze, I could suck him and fuck him. My stamina and libido had been off the charts lately, and I needed the release, anyway. Why not use each other?

Before I could push him further, he quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear.

“Good. Now, put your hands on the window and don’t move.”

Blaze did as he was told without argument. I quickly learned that there were two different Blazes. One was a defiant prickhead, and the other was desperate to submit.

I kept one hand fisted in his hair and put the palm of my other hand toward his mouth. “Spit.”

Blaze hawked a glob into my hand, and I brought it toward his swollen dick, and used it for lube, slowly stroking him, pulling out a groan from him.

I let go of his hair, sucked on my index finger, and slid the wet digit into his hole. His entire body shuddered, but he didn’t move those hands.

“Is this what you want? You like showing the world what a little whore you are?” I whispered in his ear .

I had no idea where those words came from. I’d never talked to another guy like that. He just pulled it out of me as if it was the most natural thing to say, knowing deep down it was what he wanted.

Blaze leaned his head back and rested it on my shoulder, and nodded, uncaring that his cock, being stroked, was exposed to the world outside. His allowing me to exhibit him was even hotter than him letting me touch him.

His dick was more thick than long, and it throbbed in my hand as I stroked it. My other finger, plunging in and out of his depths, threatened to get me hard again.

My brain was still trying to find answers and understand this sudden shift in dynamics between us when he blurted, “Tell me I’m good.”

The ache in his voice almost made me stop everything and send him home. He must have sensed it because he said, “Please, don’t stop. Just… tell me, dammit.”

“You’re being so good,” I whispered on the side of his throat.

His breath shuddered as his cock swelled and burned in my hand.

“Do you want to be good, Blaze?”

He nodded again.

I used his leaking pre-cum as extra lube and stroked him faster and harder, twisting my hand and grazing the tip with my thumb.

“Ungh…” he groaned.

“Do you need to come?” I asked.

“Please… God.”

“Do you deserve to come?”

“Only you can tell me that.”

“Then come.”

With his hands still pressed to the cold glass, he suddenly spilled hot cum into my hand. I milked him until his body convulsed. When he finished, I slipped my finger out of his ass.

When I slowly stepped away, I palmed my cock, which was hard again as Blaze rested his forehead on the window, his shoulders rising and dropping rapidly from being out of breath.

Suddenly, he stiffened and pulled up his underwear and pants, zipping up .

He refused to look at me as he blasted past me toward the door. I could’ve sworn I saw tears there, but that wasn’t possible, right?

Without a word, he left my apartment, slamming the door behind him, and I let him.

I looked down at my hand, still holding his cum.

“What the ever-loving fuck was that?” I said out loud.

What came over him? And what the hell came over me?

I didn’t know how to process this new information about what just happened between us. Blaze clearly needed something. Specifically, he needed that something from me . But why? Why me, of all people?

Was this a one-off? Would he want more? Could I give him more, and would I want to?

No, this had to be a one-time deal. Blaze was needy, clearly, but we both had too much pride to give in like that again.

Buzzing with an abundant amount of energy, I washed my hands, grabbed my smokes and lighter, and headed out of my apartment and up to the roof.

I still wasn’t wearing anything but my sweats, but the cold air soothed my heated skin and my satiated body. It was loud out here, with traffic from everyone going home, horns honking, and sirens in the distance—there were always sirens around here. But I loved the city and its chaotic energy.

I cupped my hand over the cigarette in my mouth and lit it up. Taking a long drag, I blew out the smoke into the dusky night as I thought about Blaze. I was clearly missing some sort of connection with him and his need to be at my place. Why me? Why now?

Fuck it. If he refused to talk about it, what did I care?

He probably wouldn’t be back anyway, and we could go back to hating each other.

Still, I felt alive. I thrummed with this power I hadn’t experienced before, like some sort of fucking superhero. That was the best blow job I’d ever had in my life, and it was done by my damn enemy. Having Blaze on his knees, completely giving in to me… I couldn’t describe the high.

After taking another drag, I hopped on the narrow concrete barrier meant to keep people from toppling off the building. I put the cig in my mouth, spread my arms out at my sides, and put one foot in front of the other as I used it as a balance beam.

When I looked down the fourteen flights, I teetered, catching myself. My heart raced, and I whooped in excitement and fear into the night.

I picked up my pace, moving along the edge of the barrier, the edge of the building, the edge of the fucking world.

I lost my balance again and wobbled back and forth before throwing my body back toward the rooftop, where I fell hard onto my back, knocking the wind out of me for a second. My heart raced, and my breathing stopped as my brain caught up, realizing I’d nearly fallen to my death.

Then, I burst out laughing like a fool, lying there, staring up at the starless sky.

Fuck, what an epic day.

I felt so alive.