9. Chapter 9

This entire situation was a flaming pile of dog shit. God, I was too fucking tired for this. It’d been too long since I had a good night’s sleep. Despite my exhaustion, I had strange levels of energy. I had no idea where it all came from, but I needed it.

As Blaze sat there with his ass in the air, his hole eager for me, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and pulled out a condom from my rickety nightstand. I pulled it out from the opened wrapper and rolled it onto my cock.

Once again, my logical mind was telling me to stop this, but my horny and emotional mind overruled my sanity. How could I not shove myself into his waiting ass, just begging to be fucked?

Once I was ready, I grabbed the lube and dribbled some onto my hand and over his ass. I thrust a couple of fingers into him as he threaded his fingers together behind his back.

“I don’t need stretching. I’m prepped,” he said, his voice muffled from bending face down on my pillow.

“Shut up.”

As much as I couldn’t stand him, I wasn’t about to fucking hurt him. That wouldn’t have been any better than shooting someone in the back.

When I found his prostate, I massaged it for a bit, helping him to open up even more. He groaned, but he didn’t move.

He was ready, so I pulled out my fingers, wiped them on my comforter, and lined up my cock with his hole. With my hands gripping his hips and my thumbs prying his cheeks apart, I shoved myself inside him until I was fully seated. Blaze grunted and bore down, but he didn’t say anything.

“Fuck, yeah!” I rasped.

As I caught my breath for a second so this wouldn’t end before it even began, I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “No coming. No talking. The only thing I want to hear are your groans and whimpers as I peg you hard.”

I grabbed his wrists and tugged his arms back as I used them for leverage to thrust in and out of him—hard.

I had to admit that he looked fucking good all folded over for me, completely yielding and complying. Even better, I didn’t have to listen to him being a bitch. Hell, this was even better than thoughts of kicking his ass. I felt powerful and dominant. It made me fucking high.

“Do you like to get fucked, Kitten?”

He nodded, but he stayed good for me by not uttering a word.

“Would you like it harder?”

He nodded even faster.

I yanked his arms back more, thrusting faster. It had to hurt, but he didn’t complain once. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of my pelvis against his ass and our heavy breathing. The air quickly filled with the scent of sex, which I took a deep breath of.

“You really are good when you want to be, Kitten. ”

I refused to call him ‘ boy .’ Hell, he was a year older than me. That was just too weird for me.

Sweat gathered on my forehead and upper lip, and my body filled with electricity. Despite all the skateboarding I did, my thighs were burning from the exertion.

As much as I couldn’t stand him, Blaze looked damn near sexy, letting me do whatever I wanted to him.

The harder I pounded, the more he grunted. “I gotta admit… Kitten. I’m… enjoying this,” I panted, out of breath.

I let go of his arms, fisted his hair, which was quickly becoming a favorite of mine, and lifted him upright. My hand moved around to his throat, forcing his head back. His arms limply hung as he looked back at me with ebony eyes I couldn’t read. Begging? Humiliation? Sadness? It was all the same.

Little whispers in the back of my mind kept telling me to stop, but I didn’t listen. I may as well have stopped breathing.

I continued to pump into him a little less aggressively because of the awkward angle, and I needed to slow down. This couldn’t be over yet, just a little longer.

“You can touch me,” I said.

One of his hands instantly reached around my neck to the back of my head, yanking on my hair. His eyes shuttered closed, reminding me to use positive words for him.

“You’re sexy when you’re clay in my hands. You’re being so good for me, Kitten.”

His body shuddered and gripped my hair tighter as he whimpered, his head lolling from side to side.

“Do you need to come?”

He nodded.

“Keep being good for me, and maybe I’ll even suck you down. Would you like that?”

He nodded again, still not uttering a word. Under normal circumstances, Blaze may be a dick, and he never shut up, but when he was like this? He was a completely different person. I didn’t even recognize him .

I let go of him and pushed him back onto the bed to watch my cock slide in and out of him. I dug my fingers into his hips and thrust harder. Faster. More. Fuck … While I loved rough sex, I had no idea I’d love to have full control over someone like this.

Beads of sweat sprinkled all over my body, and my heart raced. I spread his ass cheeks wider, digging my fingers into his plump flesh. Blaze continued to moan, completely at my mercy, as he fisted the blankets underneath him. His noises, mingled with the squelch of my oiled cock pumping and pumping, created a salacious symphony.

I had no idea where this stamina came from. I should’ve come already, but I was close. So close. My damp body was on fire, and the pressure was unreal. My nuts were itching to release.

And then I did. The climax literally exploded out of me. I threw back my head, clawed at his ass, and froze before thrusting sporadically again, milking every last moment and drop of cum out of me.

“Fuck. Me,” I rasped.

Before I passed out, I pulled out of Blaze, holding onto the condom before tugging it off, tying it, and tossing it onto the floor.

He just lay there on his stomach, breathing hard, so I flipped him over with ease. His cock was still swollen and so red that it was nearly purple.

“Do you think you’ve been good enough for me to suck you?” I asked.

He nodded.

“You can talk now.”

“Please…” he whispered.

I ran my hand underneath his nuts, gathering them, and pressing them against his cock at the base, and swallowed him down.

His groan was guttural as he threaded his fingers loosely into my hair. He was careful not to thrust, allowing me to do my thing.

The scent of earthy cum filled my nose, and his flavor was bitter with a sweet aftertaste. He leaked and leaked on my tongue as I focused on his sensitive areas, bobbing my head and squeezing his balls.

Blaze spread his legs further and draped them over my shoulders as I swallowed him whole. He wasn’t so long that I couldn’t deep-throat him without gagging, but he was thick enough that my jaw started to ache .

I pushed aside thoughts of blowing Blaze, of all people, which was something I never once thought I would ever end up doing. It was fucking surreal.

His cock swelled and grew hot, so he tapped my head, but I wasn’t going to stop. If he wanted to be rewarded for being good, I wouldn’t deny him because he’d been perfect tonight.

Hot spurts of cum shot down my throat as his dick pulsed on my tongue. I swallowed all of it, sucking him until he had nothing left to give.

Blaze lay there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, with his forearm over his eyes. “Tell me.”

“You were so good, Kitten,” I replied without hesitation.

That was when I noticed it. How had I not seen it before, even when I gripped his forearms? I’d been so hyper-focused on why Blaze had come here and what he wanted from me, that I hadn’t even seen his hand wrapped up in T-shirt material. It wasn’t his wrapped hand that had my attention, but the red blood soaking into the white fabric.

“What happened?”

I grabbed his hand, but he snatched it away. “Nothing.”

I grabbed it again, holding it tightly, so he couldn’t pull away, and peeled back the cloth. There were several lacerations over the knuckles.

He tried to tug his hand away again, but I held on. “Stop it!”

“Let me go,” he hissed.

“You need stitches.”

“The fuck I do.”

“How did this happen?” I demanded, suddenly feeling oddly protective of him. Did someone hurt him?

No, it was only the euphoria of sex. Still, I wouldn’t let go of his hand as blood oozed out of the cheap plastic bandages.

“It doesn’t matter! Give me back my hand!”

“At least let me take you to a clinic.”

“The fuck you care? I’m just a good little hole.”

Blaze’s eyes turned red and wet, and he finally yanked his hand hard and out of my grasp. He moved his head away from me so I wouldn’t see, but I saw the wetness spill down his face, anyway.

I’d been riding high, ignoring all the red flags and warning signs, reminding me there was a deeper reason Blaze had come by. I also felt a little used, but I couldn’t figure out why.

Impulsively, I yanked him by his shoulder and shoved him back into the bed.

“Get off! Let me go!” he snarled. Despite the tears, his face was full of danger, and once again, I ignored the warning bells.

“Why are you so upset?”

“Fuck you!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He said nothing, trying to look away.

“You’re not being such a ‘ good boy ’ now, are you?”

His face took on a sense of calm, and that right there should have signaled me to let him go, but I had no control over myself. I needed to know what the hell was going on, which overrode my sense of self-preservation.

I hadn’t even noticed my balls were hanging over his knee, but I did then when the pain traveled across my entire body before congregating straight to my nuts. I folded in on myself on the bed, trying to keep from throwing up. My hands cupped my throbbing junk, but there was no reprieve from the fiery pain and ache.

“Fuck you!” he said again, climbing out of bed. “You got to fuck me, and I got what I needed. We’re done! And you’re fucking finished humiliating me! I hate you!”

I gasped for breath as my watering eyes barely saw him quickly get dressed and storm out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him.

“Yeah? Well fuck you, too!” I yelled.

“Asshole… Fuck…”

I climbed out of bed on wobbly legs, still hurting, but it was finally subsiding. I grabbed my smokes and lighter, sitting on top of my nightstand, and lit up a smoke. Standing, still naked, I opened one of my windows and sat on the sill to let the smoke out. I was too fucked up to climb steps to the roof.

Soon, the black-haired gremlin stormed out of the building. He suddenly stopped, as if sensing me, and looked up. I waved with my fingers, and he gave me the bird before moving on .

No matter how pissed off he was or that he fucking kneed my junk, I had a touch of empathy for him. He had come to me for help, and I took advantage of him instead of listening to my gut and hearing all the warning bells.

God, I was missing the bigger fucking picture or something.

I rubbed my face with my free hand and growled. I’d been overly impulsive lately with this need to move and get shit done, and I didn’t know why. I felt off, but I also didn’t hate it. Besides not sleeping or eating, I felt fucking good.

I tossed my smoke, closed the window, and stood looking around my apartment. Without another thought, I ripped off the blankets and sheets, picked up my clothes off the floor, and tossed everything into the old washing machine that was tucked away in a closet. As that ran, I did the few dishes in my kitchen and scrubbed the counters until they were spotless, getting every crumb. After vacuuming, I dumped some cleanser on the floor, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned every inch of it with a sponge.

Once the laundry was clean, I shoved everything into the dryer and ran it. Next, I scrubbed my bathroom until it sparkled as much as a shitty old bathroom could. In my small walk-in closet, I hung everything up and made sure the hangers were perfectly aligned and straight.

The dryer buzzed, so I removed clothes, put them away, and made my bed.

When I finished, I looked around my apartment, but I couldn’t find anything else to clean or do. I looked down at myself, suddenly noticing I was still naked. Weird.

I shrugged as I was filled with thoughts of Blaze again, still not having any more answers than I had before.

The only thing I knew was that I hated him just a little less.