Page 17 of False Comeback

Turning, I quickly walked away and slipped into my dressing room, my heart beating a little faster than normal.

What if Crossbody told someone?

I tried to calm my racing mind as I paced my room. No, he wouldn’t tell anyone. Definitely not. He wouldn’t want anyone to know that he’d sucked the cock of the ghoul he despised. Someone he clearly thought was beneath him.

He was probably more embarrassed than I was.

That made me feel a little better. Made a tendril of vicious satisfaction curl through my belly.

He’d sucked my cock like he was dying for my cum. He’d pleaded for it. He’d gotten unbelievably turned on from me calling him a cockslut. A hole. A pathetic, desperate mess.

Honestly, I was still in total disbelief over that. All of it. The entire… encounter. How he’d reacted, how eager he’d been, how quickly I’d slipped into that domineering and frankly stupidly horny mindset with him. With him. Crossbody.

Despite how fucking shocking it had been, I’d made sure to stay hyper aware of his reactions throughout the entire thing, just in case he didn’t really seem into it. To be honest, the rational part of my brain—the non-horny part that knew Crossbody and I hated each other—had spent the whole blowjob half assuming he was going to stop at any moment and sneer at me, or tell me he was going to leave me on the edge, or realise what he was doing and pull back and maybe literally throw up or something. It wasn’t like I would’ve had any kind of comeback to that. He would’ve scored a hell of a lot of points in our constant hate-battle.

But no. I was pretty sure that… well, that he’d been far more into it than I had. At least initially.

I’d definitely been into it by the end. And that was fucking with my head really, really bad.

My dick twitched, so I forced the memories back. I had to just forget it had ever happened. That was probably what he’d done. Chalk it up to a wild lapse in judgement on both our parts. We’d been heated and angry. It had just… happened.

It wasn’t like it was going to happen again. No fucking way.

I’d rather quit.

Chapter Six

Holt is Such a Sneaky Little Fuck

Crossbody

We managed to go the rest of the week without interacting at all.

We didn’t speak to each other. We didn’t even look at each other. We both pretended like the other didn’t exist.

I’d thought I would have been pleased. Happier at work. Calmer.

But I wasn’t.

In some ways, I felt even tenser now. And I didn’t know why.

I was restless and edgy. And I was now doubting my decision to demand Holt pair me and Vince up for a match.

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking. Well, I did. I’d been angry and humiliated. I’d wanted to claw back some control. But if Holt did pair us up, I’d have to talk to Vince. Spend hours with him. Touch him.

The problem was, I couldn’t bring myself to go back and tell Holt that I’d changed my mind. I was too proud, and I knew it would just pique his interest even more.

Which would not be good.

When I got into work the following Tuesday, my stomach was churning with dread. I was cursing my rash reaction to what had happened between us. Vince had obviously moved on from it, and I wanted to too, but now there was a chance we’d have to interact. Get close to each other.

I didn’t want to get close to him ever again. It was bad enough that I could still remember how his cock had felt in my mouth. What his cum had tasted like. How rough and deep his voice had grown as he called me a slut.

The memories haunted me every night when I was trying to sleep. They made me twist and turn restlessly in bed, refusing to acknowledge my throbbing cock.

I didn’t want to get hard for him. I hated him.

I hadn’t let myself masturbate since that night, because every time I absently touched my cock while relaxing at home, or washed myself in the shower, my mind would drift back to it. I refused to get myself off to thoughts of him.