Reno

Fucking hell, I hated this place sometimes.

The thought flitted through my head for the umpteenth time as I glared at the cabin ceiling. It had been a few hours since I'd tried to come back here alone, only to have my personal babysitter practically bound through the door behind me. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to speak, and I was glad for that, at least. The last thing I wanted was an interrogation.

And to think, my afternoon had been going just fine until I'd heard one word while sitting quietly trying to read. A single word from a nearby conversation, spoken just a little too loudly by two guys I didn't even know.

"I guess fag boy is getting around," one had said, his voice loud enough to reach me but not carry through the din.

The second snorted. "What, Elliot? He and Dom aren't a thing. Everyone knows that."

"Are you kidding me, man? Dom is just the sort of guy to be hitting something on the side with Elliot?"

"What about Elliot?"

"Man, c'mon. Ain't no one gonna be open about the fact they like dick unless they want a lot of dick. Probably had half a dozen poles shoved up his ass before he came here."

I hadn't wanted to hear the conversation, but all it had taken was that one word. A word I had grown all too familiar with because I'd heard it my whole life. First, it had been my dad, who liked to call anyone who pissed him off a ‘fag,' but he wasn't afraid to use the entire word when he thought a guy might be a little too ‘fruity' for his tastes or just outright thought they were gay.

Funny, he hadn't realized his own son was a fag until that same son got arrested for beating the shit out of his disgusting ex-boyfriend. I could almost appreciate the irony and wished I'd been there to see his reaction.

"Dom ain't like that."

"Whatever, man. I'm sure Elliot took one look at Dom and decided he wanted a taste of that dark chocolate."

"Sounds like you're the one who wants some."

"Don't say fucked up shit like that."

"Whatever. Everyone knows he's bunking with Reno now anyway."

"Shit," the first muttered. My eyes were locked onto my book, pretending I was still reading, but I could still see movement. The first guy was checking to make sure I hadn't heard. Despite the rage building in my head, he seemed to think the coast was clear and kept talking. "Maybe that's why they gave him to Reno."

"For real? To fuck?"

"C'mon. Reno's the meanest, angriest motherfucker in this place right now. Just give him a piece of easy ass, and boom! Problem solved."

"Pussy would be better."

"Yeah, well, there ain't much of that around here. You know, a lot of guys take what they can get in places like this."

"Sounds like you'd know."

"I told you not to say stupid shit like that!"

"Whatever, man. I don't see it. And I don't care either."

However, His buddy cared and continued his stupid little theorizing for the next fifteen minutes. It was about all I could stand, and I knew my options were to leave and not acknowledge they existed or fling myself at them. I didn't think Leon and Mona would accept ‘they were talking shit' as an acceptable reason to beat them up, so I'd left before I lost control.

A thump drew my head up from where I lay on my bed to find Elliot had managed to move to his desk without my having noticed. He had a pencil and was scratching away at something. The noise was irritating but better than listening to him talk. I didn't need him to fill the silence of the cabin while I lay there, still trying to calm down. The longer he kept his mouth shut, the better.

Not that any of this was his fault. If the guy wanted to be out about liking dick, then fine, so be it. He knew the risks, he knew what it could mean, and he probably knew there were still plenty of guys here willing to talk shit about him over it. Would have been nice if I hadn't been lumped in with the whole thing considering I kept my business fucking private, but fine, it wasn't his fault.

But those two? God, talk about something other than shit most guys didn't talk about openly in prison. That was the kind of shit everyone knew happened, but other than in private conversations, you kept quiet and let people go about their business. Talking usually meant someone got hurt like they almost did today.

Elliot let out a heavy sigh, tossing his pencil onto the desk before getting up and flinging himself onto his bed at an odd angle. The movement caught my eye, and I glanced his way, tensing when I realized his shirt had ridden up and his jeans had slipped down. Most guys here were probably like me, not worried about grooming, and from the hair sticking up from the waistline of Elliot's exposed underwear, he hadn't either.

The sunlight from the nearby window streamed over his exposed torso, making the faint hairs on his stomach sparkle. I could see his stomach muscles contract and relax with every movement. It wasn't the first time I'd seen it. Elliot wasn't self-conscious, moving around the room or doing his own thing. Not that outside this ranch or a prison, he should be all that self-conscious.

It annoyed me to admit it, mostly because of the stupid ass conversation I'd overheard, but he was pretty damn good-looking. The guy could be irritating, a pest for no good reason, but there was no pretending he wasn't good-looking. In prison, I would have been sorely tempted to…indulge, but I refused to let myself be part of anything like that. The last thing I needed was to welcome more trouble by getting propositioned by other guys if they caught wind that I might be interested.

Outside, in the normal world, though? Oh, I would have definitely been interested…though after meeting him, I would have insisted on gagging him. He struck me as the sort of guy who wasn't innocent despite the almost childish way he acted most of the time. He was probably a lot of fun when you got past his irritating mouth and under his clothes.

And damned if I wasn't pissed about the way they had talked about him, which only irritated me more. Here I was, thinking how attractive he would be in other circumstances, but I got pissed because someone basically called him a prison slut. Maybe it was hypocritical, but fuck if I cared, there was a difference between being horny and being a prick.

Whywas I mentally defending him?

"Don't you have something to fucking do?" I asked him as he rolled onto his stomach, practically presenting his ass to me. I did not need him to tease me, even if it was accidental. My temper was already high, and for whatever reason, my brain liked to use it to fuel my horniness. Which, in normal life, was fine, but not when I was trying not to stare at my annoying bunkmate's ass while fighting off the urge to go beat someone else's.

"Yeah, I did," Elliot said, twisting around to glare at me. "Until you decided to get pissed off and come stomping back here, ruining my plans for the day. So go back to your book and leave me the fuck alone."

"You didn't have to come back here," I told him, sitting up and glaring. Now, I was even more mad that I had felt even the faintest inkling of protectiveness over him. It wasn't like he needed me to protect him, and I sure as shit didn't want to be his protector. "You could have just stayed there and left me the fuck alone…for once."

"Right, because I totally wasn't assigned to be your goddamn Siamese twin or what the fuck ever," he snapped, rolling around in a huff to glare back at me.

I stared at him, taken aback by his sudden shift in temperament. Well, it wasn't like I hadn't been goading him, but there were other times I was rough with him, and he never seemed to take the bait or at least brushed it off with a snotty comment. Other people loved to point out how bad my attitude was, but at least it was consistent. Whereas Elliot was just…unpredictable.

"Well," I began, rolling over to sit up. I wasn't going to lay around and be yelled at by this hyperactive manchild without getting up to face him. "I didn't ask you to do that! You could have just left me in peace. You could have let me walk off without following like a puppy!"

"A puppy?" he snapped, standing up, his arms rigid at his side. "Are you shitting me? If I'd done that, you would have been completely fucked. Don't even try to act like you wouldn't have been shipped right back to whatever cell you first came from because that's exactly what they would have done, and you know it!"

"And who the hell asked you to be my fucking savior?" I growled, standing up to walk closer to him. "I didn't need you to come in and save the fucking day! You could have minded your own business just like you should have minded your own business over that Riley shit."

"Mind my business when you decided to hit a guy who literally only beat you at some playful wrestling? Are you shitting me? Maybe you're okay with people being assholes for no reason and shrugging it off, but I'm sure as shit not."

Jesus, was this a lecture now? As if I didn't already know.

"Don't get uppity with me. You got locked up just the same as me."

"Yeah, because I fucked up, and when some asshole decided he was going to take things too far, I sold myself out, alright?"

"Oh, how very moral of you. Does that make you feel good? Better?"

"Oh Fuck you," he hissed, jabbing me in the chest with a finger. "Out of the two of us, the only one walking around with a fucking attitude is you. I did what I did because it was the right thing. Maybe instead of trying to shit on me for that, you should realize that's the whole point of being here, trying to do better."

"Oh yes, please lecture me on what I'm supposed to be doing. Why don't you go back to being a good Boy Scout and leave me to deal with shit how I want to? Mind your own business!"

He gave a harsh snort. "Yeah, okay. So what'd you do then? Huh?"

"What the fuck business is it of yours?" I asked, taking a step back before I lashed out at him in surprise. That was one of the rules they gave to you on day one, never ask what someone did to be behind bars in the first place. It was also the rule most guys here followed to the letter, probably because, like me, they didn't want to be grilled about their past fuck ups.

"I mean, you want to stand there and judge me on the little I told you," he sneered, leaning closer. "So yeah, I'm wondering what ground you're standing on right now. I have the high ground according to you, so what? You have the badass ground? The mean ground?"

"What does that even fucking mean?"

"So what? Beat someone's ass? Almost kill someone in a fit of rage?"

"Oh, fuck off!"

"Seems like your sort of thing. I mean, that temper got you into trouble here, so it makes sense it would happen out in the world."

"Elliot, fucking stop."

"So what? Some random guy gave you a dirty look? You don't seem like the wife-beater type, but who the fuck knows? Was it that?"

"Enough!" I roared, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him back. The sound of his body and head hitting the wall was satisfying, so I pulled him back and banged him back into it again, and once more, just to get him to stop. "Shut your fucking mouth or so help?—"

My nose and forehead exploded with pain as he drove his head forward and slammed into mine. My grip loosened as bright white took over my vision for a moment. It was all he needed to yank free and bring his fist up into my gut. I had no chance to recover from the shock of how brutally he returned my attack as he barreled into me. Either there was a fierceness I had missed entirely, or all that manual labor had really paid off.

I managed to keep to my feet, refusing to let him take me to the ground where practiced instinct knew I would be vulnerable. All I could do was grab him as I was forced to stumble backward, feet sliding and slipping until I slammed into the opposite wall. However, I was prepared for the blow and tensed in time to keep the air in my lungs. I felt his grip shift and grabbed him hard, giving a harsh grunt as I picked him up and tossed him away.

Elliot hit the ground, forced to roll into the chair near the desk. Under any other circumstances, I would have grimaced when the chair leg broke from the force, and his legs slammed into the desk before stopping. In this case, though, it was gratifying as he lay there for a moment, probably trying to get his bearings.

"Think you're suddenly tough? That you're going to do shit to me? Are you fucking kidding me?" I seethed, wanting to advance on him and ensure he didn't get back up for another round. Thing was, as pissed as I was, I didn't actually want to hurt him badly. On the other hand, in just those handful of moments, he had proven he was more than capable of doling out damage if he wanted to, so it was probably best for both of us if I held back.

"You fucking…" he ground out, and a warning shot through me at those two words. They were nowhere near as shaky or weak as I'd hoped, and I watched him get to his feet, his face twisted with anger. "Attack me…and think I'm not going to fight back, you son of a bitch? Fuck you, I guess…I should be happy you didn't wait until I had my back turned."

"You just can't shut your mouth, can you?" I demanded, balling my hands into tight, almost painful fists. "You get fucking hit, and you still can't learn to keep it shut? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He stood up, and I realized he wasn't nearly as hurt as I thought. He favored one leg slightly but stood tall, shoulders back, without the slightest hint of weariness or pain. Elliot leveled his gaze with mine, his sneer still present. "Really? You think I haven't been in a fight before? Think I haven't had my ass beat? I know you've been itching to beat my ass. You think you're the fucking first? C'mon Reno, you're a prick, but you're not fucking stupid. I'll give you that, at least."

How fucking gracious of him. "So yeah, you haven't learned."

He snorted, wiping at his brow where a small cut had formed from when he'd probably hit the ground or possibly part of the chair. "Don't think I will. Call me stubborn. Call me thickheaded. Call me stupid and a slow learner if you want. But if you think for one second I'm going to roll over and let you beat on me, then you are fucking stupid."

And there at that moment, watching the fiercest expression I'd ever seen on him, less battered than I thought and ready to give me hell still, I found…attraction? No, not just attraction. That was too weak, too small a word for what suddenly burst to life in my gut, twisting and rolling around with seething desire. The dickhead had been a pain in my ass for two weeks, and that had started the same way, by him losing his temper and refusing to back down when I flashed my anger at him.

"Just stay the fuck right there," I told him, refusing to take a step back even as both the anger and the lust inside screamed to propel me forward. "I'm done dealing with your shit."

"My shit? Oh ho, buddy boy, let me tell you about your shit I've been putting up with. I don't expect you to show gratitude for trying to help you. You're clearly too pigheaded for that. But you could at least have been less of a fucking dick."

"I don't owe you shit."

"Man," he said, a new, sharp gleam in his eyes. "I just realized that comment about you beating someone's ass set you off. Was it that or because I called you a wife beater?"

"You know what?" I began but didn't need to finish the rest because I'd had enough. If he wanted me to beat his ass, then I was more than willing to grant his fucking wish.

He was ready for me as I rushed him, swinging forward as I reached him. He wasn't fast enough to stop my fist slamming into his face. He stumbled before recovering, driving his own fist into my gut. I managed to tighten my stomach muscles at the last moment, absorbing the worst of the blow and swinging again when he stood up.

Every time I thought I was going to get the upper hand, he came at me with an inexhaustible source of fury and energy. When we didn't dodge or weave around the other's attack, we ended up meeting blow for blow. Neither of us would be able to keep it up for long, but our frustration kept driving us back into the fight.

At one point, he barreled forward, launching himself into my middle. Already worn down from the constant battle, I was too surprised and weak to stop from falling. I barely felt the impact as I was slammed into the ground, swinging at Elliot to make him loosen his grip. He flinched, allowing me to shove him away and switch the roles around, tackling him to the floor.

"Quit!" I snarled as I fought to pin his arms. At that point, I didn't care about actually beating the shit out of him. We'd done that to each other enough as it was. I just wanted the absolute mess to end, preferably with me on top.

The problem was Elliot wasn't keen on accepting defeat and kept squirming beneath me. Both of us were battered, bruised, bleeding, covered in sweat and dirt, and even now, he kept bucking up against me, refusing to let me get a grip on his arms as he struggled to get upright and try to pin me. The result was the two of us were forced to roll over, managing little rabbit punches at the other in order to try to wear them down further.

It was inevitable that we'd have to slow down. My body burned, not just from the blows I'd taken but the sheer exertion of the extended fight. We were practically wrapped around one another, gasping for breath, with only a few half-hearted movements as though we still had the energy to fight.

"Get off me," he growled, giving a thrust of his hips in an attempt to buck me off.

I looked down, taking in the shine of sweat on his face, smeared with blood from a cut lip and dirt from the floor. His chest rose and fell, pushing against his shirt, which had ridden up to expose his stomach. His grip on me was still tight, though not nearly as fierce as before. It should have frustrated me that I wasn't able to best him, or at the very least, I should have felt some satisfaction that I'd worn him down this far.

Instead, with a surge of alarm, I realized I was aroused.

Not just mentally, oh no, now things had slowed down, I was incredibly aware how painfully tight my jeans had become. The realization froze me as I stared at him, limbs rigid as I tried to understand precisely what was happening. Well, I knew I was hard and that realization had definitely awakened something inside me. It had the same intense heat as my anger, which was still there, but the hunger to hurt had changed into an entirely different appetite.

"What are…" Elliot began, and to my horror, his eyes widened with what could only be understanding. Which made horrifying sense considering my groin was flush against his, and I wasn't exactly small, so my being rock hard wasn't subtle. "Are you?—"

"Don't," I hissed.

"Holy shit," he said, eyes going even wider and moving his hips. "I always thought maybe you were compensating for something with that temper, but damn, man."

"Do not," I growled.

"Then get off me," he said, and to my growing horror, I could feel that he too, was starting to stiffen, which should have freaked me out even more. Instead, I could feel that yawning hunger inside me growing even stronger. "Easy fix."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I grumbled. He was right. All I had to do was let go of him and slide away. Except he was more or less pinned beneath me, he was apparently excited by my excitement, and he was just…there, sleek muscle, covered in the evidence of a fight he had gone toe to toe with me in and?—

Fuck.

I let out a strangled noise when he pushed up into me again, grinding against my dick and sending unexpected jolts of pleasure through me. The little asshole even grinned as he did it. Without thinking, I removed my grip from his arm and wrapped it around the back of his neck, my thumb pressed against his throat where I could feel the hammering of the pulse point in his neck.

Leaning in close, I sneered at him. "You fucking wish, don't you? Your perverted ass has been gawking at me for days now. Bet you just wish I'd give you this, don't you?"

I expected a laugh, or hell, at this point, an insult. Despite the apparent contradiction that my traitorous dick was making, it was not a sexy situation. Even if we were covered in sweat and blood, wrapped around one another after fighting roughly, there was nothing about the situation that should be arousing, and yet here we were. All I needed was for him to break the moment, and I expected him to as I insulted him again.

What I wasn't expecting was for him to use his free arm and grab the back of my head, yanking me closer. Our mouths crashed together, and when I tasted blood, I didn't know if it was from the fighting or because our teeth clashed. Whatever the case, neither of us bothered to stop as I felt the fierce hunger inside me roar to the front of my mind.

My grip around his neck tightened as our mouths parted, tongues lashing out to roll over one another with the same intensity as our fight only seconds ago. It felt like a fight as he gripped the back of my head with an iron hold, pulling as he shifted my head to the side. In response, I nipped his broken lip, making him hiss with pain as I tried to hold him in one place.

But Elliot was just as restless now as at any other time. I let out a low growl as he once again ground against me, dragging out more fierce jolts of pleasure that probably would have made my dick twitch if it wasn't currently trapped in my goddamn pants.

I guess he had the same thought because he managed to wiggle his other arm free and tried to shove it between us. I had to reluctantly ease my hips up from his to give him room. Elliot wasn't one to waste an opportunity, and his hand slid between us, gripping my shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. It rode the line between pleasure and pain, making me growl into his mouth again.

He was also a little more adept at this sort of thing than I thought, considering he undid the buttons and zippers to both of our pants in seconds. Just that bit of loosening alone was a relief as I let out a sigh of pleasure, only to grunt when his hand pushed into my pants. My dick was warm, but so was his hand as he wrapped it around me, gripping as he gave a few experimental pumps.

"Fuck yes," he groaned when our lips separated, leaving his red and swollen from the intensity of our kiss.

"Told you you fucking wanted it," I told him, even as I thrust into his grip.

"Goddamn right I do," he told me unabashedly, his thumb sliding over the head smoothly. "Mmm, a leaker, nice."

"God, you talk a lot," I snarled, still pushing into his grip. "Your mouth has better uses."

"A lot of me has those same uses," he said, taking his hand off me long enough to shove his pants and underwear down. "Wanna find out?"

"I can't stand you, but I'm not going in dry. We'll both bleed more than we already are," I told him with an edge of regret. I hadn't even got that far mentally, but he was already trying to tempt me…and succeeding.

"Ha! You're in for a fucking surprise," he said, putting a little too much emphasis on ‘fucking' to be accidental. He squirmed around for a moment before managing to hook his leg around my waist and, with a shove, sent me reeling onto my back. It wasn't gentle, but nothing about what we'd been doing so far had been.

"Fucker," I groaned as the wind was partially knocked out of me. I pushed myself up as he gained his feet and walked over to his bed, picking up the small set of drawers and beginning to root through one of them.

I, however, wasn't content to figure out what was going through his squirrely little brain and advanced on him. At that point, the switch in my brain had been flipped, and I was going to get what I wanted one way or another. When I reached him, I roughly yanked him to his feet, spinning him around. I was just as rough when I pushed him against the wall, pinning him there as I once more claimed his mouth.

"Let's see what else your mouth can fucking do," I snarled, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him to his knees. He could have fought me, but he went without hesitation, shoving something into his pocket before gripping my hip.

I'd privately admitted that Elliot was a good-looking guy, but watching as he took the head of my cock between his swollen lips gave him a whole new level of attractiveness. He eased me into his mouth, letting me feel his tongue as it slid over the underside of my head before taking me back further. Half of me slid into the glorious warmth of his mouth as he let the muscles of his throat squeeze around me, drawing another pleasure-filled noise from me as I gripped the back of his head while he slid back and forth.

I barely had a moment of disappointment that he was only taking half of me before he suddenly slammed forward. A choked gasp erupted from my throat as my entire cock was swallowed. His nose was pressed against my hip, half-squished from how far down he'd gone. I couldn't see the slightest bit of my dick as I felt it throb in pleasure deep in his throat.

"I guess you weren't kidding about your mouth," I said in a low voice. "Best way to shut you up if you ask me."

He made a low noise that vibrated all the way to the base of my cock, sending ripples of pleasure through me. With another growl, I gripped the side of his head, holding him in place as I reared back, only to slide back into his mouth. There was only a moment of struggle from him, but I held his head against the wall as I began to fuck his throat.

His fingers dug into my hips, nails biting the skin, but not once did he push against me as I used his mouth. Emboldened by the unexpected permission I was being given, I really began to thrust. I didn't dare go too hard for fear of breaking his nose, but if he was going to let me do this, I'd take full advantage. It wasn't often I got a chance like this, and I savored the feel of his mouth, the grip of his throat as waves of pleasure arced through me.

After taking my time to savor every last bit of pleasure, I pulled myself from his mouth. I went slow, watching as my dick reappeared, shining from his spit as I pulled the head free. His breaths came in pants, and I was a little impressed he'd managed to keep breathing despite the rough treatment.

Before I could compliment him, he pushed me back and stood upright. His hand wrapped around my cock and pulled me in, making me wince. I ignored the jolt of pain and pushed him back against the wall. Before I could close my mouth over his again, he reached into his pocket and dangled something in front of me…an unmarked bottle, but the contents were obvious: lube.

"Where the fuck?—"

"Shut the fuck up."

God, I was glad I hadn't complimented him. I was so sick and tired of listening to him. If he was going to make any noise, I definitely would have preferred anything but talking. I was beginning to believe he was just trying to piss me off, but either way, I was done listening.

I grabbed him, spinning him around and yanking the bottle out of his hand. Shoving my hand between his shoulders, I held him there as I grabbed his pants and underwear, pushing them down to his knees. It took a bit of maneuvering to get the lube on my cock, and I made a mess of things, but I was successful.

"About fucking time," he muttered.

"Shut," I began, pressing the head of my cock against his hole, "the fuck, up."

I knew going from zero to a hundred was asking for a struggle but even still, for one tense moment, I was convinced I wasn't going to be able to get into him. Only for Elliot to brace himself against the wall and shove his ass back. He let out a hiss of pain as the head of my cock finally breached him, and a couple of inches to boot. His enthusiasm had backfired on him, but I was lost in his tight heat gripping me.

"That's better," I told him as he let out a slow breath, sliding my hand up to hold the back of his neck. "Now arch that back. I'm going in."

I took great pleasure in watching him arch his back, pushing even more of me into him when I refused to move with him. I wasn't without a sliver of sympathy. I'd been on the receiving end of a dick with zero prep. That didn't seem to be a deterrent for him, however, and he stayed there, hunched over with half of my cock opening him up.

"Good boy," I said in a low, barely controlled voice, gripping his hip while holding onto his neck.

"Fuck you," he said in a tight voice.

"No, I'm going to be the one fucking you," I told him with a growl, pushing even more into him. His groan was definitely pained, and his legs began to quiver slightly, but not once did he make a move to stop me as I managed to bury the last few inches. His cheeks were pressed against my hips, squished as I made sure to get every bit of my cock inside him.

It worked in his favor that I needed a moment to get myself under control. There was no way this was going to be a marathon, not after being so pent up, getting so riled up, then getting a phenomenal blowjob only to now be entirely buried inside him. The heat surrounding my cock was intoxicating, and the grip of his ass was still incredibly strong and driving me crazy.

After finally getting myself to the point where I wasn't going to lose it immediately, I reared back and shoved my entire length back into him. His body shook, his fingers curling against the wood walls. On the next thrust, I pulled him back, thrilled at the hold he had on me and still loving the way I could feel him beginning to loosen up.

Once it felt like I wasn't going to ruin him completely, I didn't waste any time beginning to really fuck him. Doubling my grip on his hip and his neck, I held him in place as I picked up the pace, making a point to pull out almost completely before slamming back in. The grip around my cock might have eased, but at no moment did the pleasure stop building inside me.

Elliot whimpered as I pounded him, his body jolting roughly each time I buried myself fully. I could tell he was struggling not to cry out and barely managing to keep himself upright. With an annoyed grunt, I yanked him away from the wall, briefly holding him against me, hand around his throat. Elliot gave a small cry as I kept him upright, still slamming into him without mercy or hesitation.

I pulled out for a moment, smirking when he groaned in protest. It didn't last long, though, and I bent him over the bed, shoving his face into his pillow as he gripped the blanket. Making sure he was still bent over, on display for me to see, I gripped the base of my cock and shoved it back into him. As expected, he cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow, but at least now I could hear him.

Gripping his hips with both hands, I no longer had to hold back. The sounds of my hips slamming against his ass was harsh, almost drowning out his muffled cries and moans. It didn't, though, and he met each slap of our skin meeting harshly with a grunt or a cry. Even if I didn't get the pleasure of seeing him, I could feel his dick now and then, flung around and still rock hard with every thrust.

Then, the tone of his cries became different, and I could feel his stomach tightening under my fingertips. I was amazed at the new development, but it didn't stop me pounding into him. I could feel him beginning to tighten around me, forcing me to use more strength to bury myself inside his ass.

His hands gripped the blanket with a white-knuckled grip, no longer crying out but panting. The thought of what was going to happen was too much for me, and the little control I had was ripped from its moorings. Hunching over him, I gripped him hard, my thrusts losing all rhythm and control. He cried out once more, and I felt his body go rigid. With a growl that came from deep within my chest, I thrust once, twice, and then buried myself as ecstasy filled me, a white flash clouding my vision as I poured into him.

My senses returned little by little, and I released my hold, my cock slipping free. Legs shaking, I stumbled back, dropping onto the only chair that hadn't been knocked over in the brawl. Breathless, I watched as his dick, now half hard, swayed beneath him as he stayed bent over, dripping slightly in a sign that I had been right. He had come.

With a groan, he picked himself up enough to shuffle around the end of the bed and drop onto it face first. From that angle, I could see him perfectly as his legs hung off the bed, his ass in the air. It didn't look like I had torn anything, which was a slight relief, and I felt a shiver of barely there excitement when I watched some of my cum leak out onto his thigh.

"Holy fuck," he muttered into the bed. "What the hell was that?"

The question sent a new emotion through me, settling into my gut with an icy sharpness as the full realization of what we'd just done hit me. Yeah, what the hell was that, indeed?

God, we'd really fucked up.