Page 25 of False Comeback

“I hate you,” he rasped, breathing hard as he stared down at me.

“I hate you too,” I said right back, making no effort to shove him off without knowing why.

My heart was thudding hard and fast. My scalp was tingling. Without thinking about it, I shifted my hips beneath him and had to grit my teeth to hold back a sound when my throbbing cock brushed against his through thin fabric.

Crossbody’s breath caught, his fingers trembling on my shoulders. His pupils dilated, lips parted around his shallow breaths.

I had no fucking idea what I was doing as I watched myself reach up and fist his sweat-damp hair, gripping it tight. His breath hitched again, a shudder running through his lean body.

“You want to do it again, don’t you?” I heard myself rasp.

“N-no,” he said, his voice wavering with uncertainty.

“Yes, you do. You want to get on your knees and suck my cock like the slut you are.”

His little fangs sank into his lower lip, gaze darting to my mouth. “Y-you don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I drawled, my voice growing rougher and deeper, my cock beginning to leak in my shorts. “And I think if I wanted to shove my dick down your throat again, you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” he breathed with absolutely no conviction, his hips starting to rock, dragging his cock against mine.

“I think you like being a little slut for me, don’t you?”

He whimpered, fingers flexing against my shoulders as some of the aggressive tension bled from his frame, making him more pliant and submissive on top of me.

I used my tight grip on his hair to give his head a light jostle, and his breath caught as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“Don’t you?” I repeated when he didn’t answer me.

His fangs sank back into his lower lip as he nodded, grinding his cock against mine desperately now. My gut lurched with arousal, making my dick jerk against his.

“Look at you,” I rasped. “So fucking desperate for it, you’re humping me like a dog.”

Crossbody moaned breathlessly, moving his hips faster, which made me fist the waistband of his briefs with my free hand and urge him to keep grinding against me as my breaths grew ragged.

Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I should stop.

We should stop.

This was fucking weird. It couldn’t be healthy.

Crossbody made another tiny, desperate sound. One of his hands slid along my shoulder to thread through my hair. I had to hold back a groan at the feel of those long, elegant fingers touching me.

“You going to come in your panties, Crossbody?” I smirked, unable to take my eyes off him as he panted with lust, his hooded eyes glazed over with pleasure and almost completely closed.

His head fell back when I arched my hips beneath him, letting him grind against me fully. I could feel my cock leaking copiously into my shorts, and when I finally registered something small and solid dragging over my length, a strained grunt tore from me.

“What’s that?” I tightened my grip on his briefs to draw him to a stop. “Are you pierced?”

Crossbody whined in protest, clawing at my hair as he tried to keep rubbing his cock against me. I jostled his head again, which made him go pliant, breathing hard and fast.

“Show me,” I ordered.

Hand trembling, he reached down and peeled his tiny briefs below his cock, tucking them behind his tight sac. My dick bucked at the sight of the metal ring piercing his cockhead.

“Of course you have a prince albert.” I let out a rough laugh. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”