Page 34 of Left In The Dark

I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I see. Why did you come here instead?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” I gently caress his soft skin. We glide too easily together and I can’t stop going in for longer strokes. The buzz between our skin has a part of me singing.

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Because . . . because I don’t know.” He takes a breath. “I really don’t. I came here to try and understand why I wanted to listen so much.”

“You like listening. That’s why. Everyone gives you too many options and you need a break from it. But that’s not all, is it?”

“Let me touch you.” He comes forward and I press a hand to his chest.

“Not today.”

“When? I don’t understand. Anyone else would let me. I mean, I don’t even have to ask. They just offer themselves willingly,” he presses. “You aren’t any more special than them. You’re not . . .”

“Anyone important? Someone who you would think is so far out of reach? This may have started because you saw me as convenient, but you come back because I’m not. Because I can make the weight less heavy for you.”

“Don’t think you know me.” He steps back. “You don’t. I know you, though, pig boy. Fucking bottom feeder.”

My skin heats and I wrap my fingers around his neck, slamming his back against his car. “You don’t deserve to be used in my special spot today. Not sure you ever did, or will. But you can earn it, and you’ll want to, because much like everyone else you hang with, you’re fucking predictable. Yes, I know you Blake, but you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

His muscles bulge underneath my hand and I loosen my grip. With my hand on his neck, his features shake. “If I was so predictable, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be at Hayden’s house getting fucked in his bed like I planned to after . . . after . . .”

I huff a laugh. “After what? Go ahead and finish that sentence for me, baby.”

His face contorts. “Don’t call me that.”

“My bad. How about little whore? My slutty hole?”

He goes slack against the door, his expression breaking. “Why am I here? I shouldn’t be here.”

“More importantly, why aren’t you at Hayden’s when he was easily going to give you what you think you want?” My fingers slide down his shirt, rubbing above his nipple.

Teeth clamped together, he hisses. “What I think I want?”

“Yes, because if it was truly what you wanted, you wouldn’t keep feeling like something’s missing afterward.”

“You keep talking like you know me.” He shoves at my chest, fists pounding harder the second time, and I hold his wrists together.

“Because I do.” I run my nose over his, breathing every part of his face in and smiling when his skin is salty under the swipe of my tongue. “Now turn around so I can cover more of that pretty skin with my cum, and from now on, whichever places I mark will belong to me.“ He whimpers when I lick the shell of his ear. “Do you understand?”

His head goes from the start of a shake to a nod as I shove my thumb between his lips.

“Good.” I back my hand away.

“You’re not going to say the rest?” A muscle ticks in his jaw.

“The rest of what?” I study him closer.

“You know, what you said in your message before I arrived here. Calling me good . . . a good . . .” His words trail off.

He can’t finish his sentence, unable to ask for what he wants because he struggles to admit all of it out loud. It’s not necessary with how transparent he is. “Not until I feel like it’s the right time to, and I’ll determine when that is so you don’t have to.”

I let him go, putting space between us and watching with predatory eyes as his chest dips. His lips fold inward and he spins around. I grab his hips, yanking him closer to where the hood is and pressing down on his back until his cheek is hitting the front of the car. His throat makes a high-pitched sound when I press my jeans‑covered cock over his ass.

I grab his arms when he tries to move his hands. “Stay where you are. These are my choices to make, remember? They will be every time we’re together.”

“Sorry,” he rasps. “What do I do now?”