Page 10 of Bent, Not Broken

My cock throbbed in the confines of my jeans and underwear, and I reached down and undid my button and zipper, pushing my pants off and kicking them out of my way. This wasn’t about Polunin being a man, because all I needed was a hole to fuck and then I’d send him packing. No one would be the wiser, and if Polunin tried to speak about this night, I’d deny it. There wasn’t a soul who’d believe I’d fuck a dude like him.

“Keep your hands above your head, I mean it.” I slid my shirt off next and threw it somewhere behind me. “You fucking move, and I’ll throw you out of this house buck naked to find your own way home.”

He chuckled and it made me clench my jaw tighter. “Sounds like a party to me.”

I don’t know what made me do it, but my hand came down on his right asscheek hard, the noise of the slap and his surprised moan echoing in the hallway. His skin immediately flushed a bright red in the shape of my handprint.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear a word from that smug mouth of yours, Polunin. Not a fucking word. You’re just here for a fuck. That’s it.” I stepped back from him and he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like disappointment. “Stay here.”

The door to my room was to the right and only a few steps away, and I went into it and flicked on the light. I strode to my bedside table and pulled the drawer open with enough force that the entire thing came out, the contents scattering on the floor when I released the broken knob. I closed my eyes, counted to three, and then bent down to grab the half-empty tube of lube that I mostly used for jerk-off sessions and the few times I’d done anal with a chick. The pack of condoms were on the ground next to it, and I frowned for a moment. I knew there were STDs, but did guys really use them? It wasn’t like they could get pregnant. When was the last time I’d gone bare? Most of the women I slept with always wanted one on.

Fuck it. I left them there and carried the lube back out to the hallway. He was exactly how I left him, hands above his head and forehead pressed against the wood. His entire body shook, almost like he’d heard my footsteps and was desperate for what came next.

“Take off your shirt and pants,” I ordered. The rough, deep voice didn’t sound like mine to my ears. “Do you care if I wrap up?”

“So long as you don’t have anything that will require future me to eat antibiotics, I’m good. I take PrEP.”

He shoved his pants and underwear down the rest of the way, kicking them off his feet in a jumble with his shoes, before yanking his shirt up and over his head. Grinning over his shoulder, he went back to his former position, wrists crossed on the door above his head and his legs spread wider than what they were before.

I frowned at him, not quite believing that this was the smart-mouthed lawyer who’d fucked up another one of my arrests. Striding forward, I grasped his arm and spun him around, pushing him back against the door. His glassy eyes widened, but he didn’t move when I got in close, bending down so our faces were inches apart.

“Are you that desperate for a cock that you’d take mine?” I ran a finger down the side of his cheek and along his jaw. “Or have you always wanted to fuck me?”

He opened his mouth, but I shoved three fingers into it, right to the back of his throat, making him gag around them. He grasped my wrist but didn’t pull on it, rather held it tightly. Tears gathered in his eyes, and when I finally retreated, he coughed. When he’d caught his breath again, he stared up at me, gnawing on his bottom lip.

I raised my eyebrows. “Well? Answer me.”

“Never thought about your dick before,” he said, gaze dipping down to my hard cock curved up toward my stomach. “But want it now.”

“Show me how much.” I curled my fingers around the base of my erection, shaking it at him.

“Use your mouth.”

His brown eyes shone bright and he fell to his knees. He knocked my hand off my cock and replaced it with his, squeezing the base as he opened his mouth, taking me between his lips. There was no hesitation in his actions, and he took me the entire way in, immediately gagging on my length, but not backing off like I expected. The heat was incredible and sent pleasure tight into my body near the base of my shaft. He kept sucking and slurping, spit gathering over the flushed head of my cock.

I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful and tugging it hard enough to earn me a hiss. Cupping his face, I fucked into him. He stilled, allowing me to thrust my cock in and out of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making him gag. Grabbing my hips, his fingernails dug into my skin, and the pleasant sting of pain made me rock into him faster.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, moving quicker and harder every time he choked on me.

He slapped my hip, but I kept going, and his moans felt like electric shocks on my sensitive flesh. The warmth and wetness of his mouth drove me closer to the edge, but I didn’t want to come, not yet. I pressed the heel of my palm against his forehead, pushing him, and he fell back on his ass, letting out a grunt.

“I want to use your hole.” I glanced at my bedroom. Did I want to fuck him on my bed? No. Polunin didn’t deserve to be fucked there. “Get your fucking hands back on the door and bend that ass toward me.”

His eyebrows rose and he smirked again as he got to his feet. He leaned closer, too close, and touched a palm to my chest. I slapped it away. “How about you use those muscles and lift me up and fuck me that way?”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Too chickenshit, Slater?”

I gritted my teeth and grabbed his arm, shoving him toward the door again. He sighed and spread his legs, ass thrust out toward me like I’d told him to. I grabbed the lube off the ground from where I’d dropped it and unclipped the lid. Squeezing a good amount in my palm, I slathered it on my cock until I was satisfied. I clasped the back of his neck, fingers digging into it, and he whined in a way that had my cock throbbing.

I bent my knees, lining my cock up with his asshole. It was an awkward position, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of fucking him anywhere but against the door. When I was done, he was out. “Ready?”

I should have prepared him, stretched him, but if Polunin didn’t want this fast fuck, all he had to do was say. I knew him, though, and in his twisted fucking head this was probably another competition, and he wouldn’t back off. Not giving him a chance to answer, I pushed into him.

Chapter 4

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