Twisted Together (6 page)

It
was all I could do not to jizz in my boxers.

Maybe
that will do it,
I
thought privately. Could I get off without begging, simply by
grinding on him? Testing the idea, I lifted my ass, humping along his
lower belly. I felt something hard and warm.
His
cock, that's his fucking cock, oh god.
I
surged with hunger, my mouth watered. I hated myself ever more.

Why
was I so pathetic?

“
Oh
oh,” he said, pulling away fast. Peering between us, he flicked
his eyes back to me with a frown. “Careful there. You aren't
going to go finishing without asking.” Settling back down
between my knees, Kris rolled his palm over my entire length. It was
excruciatingly slow, I panted the entire time. “You're so warm.
You really need to cum, don't you?”

Wriggling
on the seat, I tugged at my bound arms. I couldn't free myself, it
was clear. Glancing out the window revealed no passing people. Not
that it would calm me; having anyone see me like this wasn't my idea
of rescue.

Kris's
nails dug into my thigh, demanding my attention. Occasionally, he
would rub my prick, always stopping after each stroke, keeping me on
edge. The pain in my guts was driving me mad. It wasn't enough to
turn me off, it only pushed me each second towards my breaking point.
One pump, one jerk, every touch set fire in my skin and water welling
in my eyes.

Could
someone die from needing to orgasm so badly?

I'm
dying, I'm fading, I'm... fuck, I'm just done.
Inhaling
until my chest rattled, the words fell from me like loose change.
Even my mouth tasted like pennies. “Okay,” I said weakly.
“Just... okay. Let me cum, I can't handle this anymore.”

Kris
squeezed me through my boxers. We could both see the wet spot from my
weeping cock. “You're sure?”

“
Yes!
Fuck, yes, I'm sure.”

“
Say
please,” he said, taunting me by hooking a finger in the
waist-band of my briefs. He snapped the elastic.

Gritting
my teeth, I dropped my chin to my collar bone. “Please.”
I'm
lost forever, now.

I
was prepared for him to reach in and fondle my dick, to pump me to
release. To finally relieve the tension in my heavy balls. I was not
ready for him to stand, abandoning my member. Confusion filled me as
I watched him slide his pants down. The outline of his huge dick in
his tight underwear was illuminated in the car. He had to hunch over
me, the roof was too low for his full height. It didn't matter, I
only had eyes for his erection and how he stroked it tantalizingly.

“
Sorry,”
he said sweetly, “but it isn't that simple. Now that I know you
need it, that you're willing to plead to me, I want more.”

My
heart fell into my stomach.

Kris
reached over, touching a button on the seat. I fell backwards when it
reclined, sprawled helplessly with my arms under me. The cushions
creaked, his knees straddling my chest. That man who had driven me to
the edge, pushed me to where I asked him to
let
me cum, now fisted his own cock inches from my face. It pushed at his
boxers, fingers sliding them down to reveal his flesh. Heavy, thick,
it bobbed into my frail reality. The tip glistened with clear juice.

Oh,
no.
My
own manhood thrummed sympathetically.
Fuck,
no. I can't do this.
My
mental complaints were drowning under the saliva in my mouth. I
wanted to taste him, my god, I wanted to feel him so badly. All my
attempts to defend how I was straight crumbled.

If
I wasn't into men before, something had changed. I certainly wanted
Kris right then.

“
Now,”
he crooned, gripping himself, lowering the fat head of his prick
towards me. “Let's see how long it takes before you wrap your
pretty, lying lips around me and—” He didn't finish. He
didn't need to.

I'd
already given in.

Leaning
forward, I breached the distance and slid my tongue along the
underside of his cock. It was salty and sweet, it reminded me of a
whiskey-sour. I'd never tasted cock before, it should have repulsed
me. Instead, I was awash in a world of tingles. Licking him was
rewarding me, burying the part of my brain that rebelled.

I
didn't want to rebel anymore, I just wanted to cum. I'd do whatever
it took.

His
hiss of surprised excited me. Wrapping fingers in my hair, he guided
himself further into my mouth. He was wide, veins twitching on my
tongue. I had to stretch my jaw to fit him, gagging when he bumped
the back of my throat. My eyes watered while I let him fuck my mouth.

I'm
letting him do this. I'm really letting Kris—a man—use
me.
In
my boxers, my dick quivered. Something grasped it, sliding it into
the air. Kris had reached back, jerking me while he dove deeper
inside my lips. He was deliberate in his motions, pulling at my cock
even as he withdrew enough for me to breathe. The wet 'pop' of him
breaking the seal of my lips made me blush.

There
was no question, I wasn't going to last long. Kris was rubbing me
with a locked grip, sometimes stroking the slippery tip that leaked
precum. Panting hoarsely, he sped up like he sensed the pressure
building in my belly.

Each
thrust deep into my throat made me gag, flexing on his girth. My head
was tight, as stuffed as my mouth. There was a sense in me, a
foreboding notion that if I closed my eyes, I might fade away with
the orgasm. Who was I anymore? I'd begun this path with Kris in the
hopes of a charade, the goal of money.

Now,
I was letting him fist my cock and pound my mouth. Could I really
change so much?

“
Fuck,”
he growled above me, back arching. The strokes he gave to my member
increased, balls clenching in anticipation. I felt it, the searing
heat of my orgasm balancing on the brink. It wavered, teasing me with
the promise of frightening pleasure.

Before
I came, the dick in my mouth pulsed. Kris was on the verge, too, and
he was going to take priority. He swelled so much I choked, helpless
to do anything but endure him driving past my gag reflex. I was
pinned between his dick and his hand.

He
burst; warm, viscous seed pouring straight down my gullet. Prone as I
was, I swallowed every drop without a word.
If
I could have chosen not to drink him, would I have?
Part
of me was grateful to be freed from options.

Tasting
him, feeling him twitching, it popped the last of the fireworks
behind my eyes. Trembling wildly, my own cock lurched in his grip.
The climax was close to painful, ripping through me, leaving me even
more breathless as he suffocated me with his thick manhood.

I
was made of nothing but firecrackers and electric pleasure. Muscles
vibrated, my heart squeezed. Even my toes ached, clenching in my
shoes. I felt my wetness, cum dripping down my length, over his
fingers. I was so breathless, that when he pulled out of me, I hardly
inhaled.

Everything
tasted like salt.

He
clambered off of me, watching me from the corner of his eye. Reaching
beneath, the tie was unwound. He used it to clean me off. I flinched
at his gentle rubbing, my body sensitive and alive. Tossing the
ruined tie onto the floor, Kris leaned away, studying me while
buttoning his shirt. “Are you alright?”

I
couldn't answer that.

For
a long while I sat there with my pants around my ankles. Hot with
shame, dizzy in immaculate pleasure and aftershocks, I tucked my
spent cock away. Zipping myself closed, the sound sent a ripple up my
spine. It felt so very... final.
I'm
changed forever, now.

Did
Kris sense it, too? Maybe he had suspected all along. Or worse...
maybe he had seen this side in me from the beginning. I liked that
concept least of all. It implied I'd always been this way.

Clearing
my throat, I shoved the door open. “I'm not fine, no.”
Outside, the cool night air was cleansing. “How can I be?”
Kris didn't respond. Not even when I left him, walking for the dorms.
I would have run, but my legs were too weak.

Me.
I'm too weak.

I
didn't look back to check if he was following. We lived together, I
knew he would show up eventually.

Slamming
the door, relieved by the black silence, I moved in a dream. I moved
like I was someone else.
I
am someone else.
Water
from the kitchen sink didn't soothe me. It couldn't wash away the
memory of Kris's seed sliding into my belly.

Brushing
past the couch, I glimpsed the envelope for the Swan Event. It turned
me cold inside.
Right,
there's still that.
Thinking
about the deal, acting like we were dating, it put me close to
laughing. A bitter laugh.
Faking
is pointless. We'll soar through that with flying colors, now.

Kicking
my way into my bedroom, I slammed the door. The hard punch of noise
jolted my blood, but did nothing to melt my anger. I was pissed at
myself, more than even Kris. How could all of that have happened? How
could I have just let it happen?

Flopping
on my bed, I stripped my clothing in a blur. I wanted every reminder
of the night gone. Outside, I heard the soft clap of the front door
closing.
Kris
is here.
Nervously,
I flicked the lock shut in front of me. The silence made me tense, a
palatable moment of waiting for his approach. Would he come to me, as
I suspected?

Leaning
forward, straining for any sound, I cupped my ear on the wood. There,
the briefest 'creak' from a shaky floor board. Our dorms, refurbished
apartments, weren't in the newest condition. The coming silence
encouraged me to press closer, waiting with baited breath.

The
brisk tapping of knuckles sent me arrow-straight, inching backwards.
“Jack?” he called to me, knocking again. “Here, I
have your shopping bags.”

The
pumping of my heart walked the line of muffling my own voice in my
ears. “Leave it there.”

Again,
more heavy silence. Something rustled outside my door, but Kris said
nothing else. Clenching my fists nervously, I counted to thirty
before cracking the door. There was no sign of him, only bags lay at
my feet. Gathering them, I quickly shut the door again.

In
the darkness of my room, the only light came from my laptop. It
served as a cold reminder of my situation, even worse than the bags
of clothes. Sitting on my bed, I stared at the contents blankly. I
felt... hollow.
It's
like I let him buy me. That's it, isn't it?
Frowning
tight, I shoved the bags to the floor. They spilled like silken guts;
silver and blue.