I still want to ruin him, but no longer in the way I had been so set on doing. Yes, I want to break him, but I also want him to enjoy it as much as I will. He’s driving me crazy, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering I’ve made it my mission to do the same thing to him these past ten years.
In hindsight, he’s always driven me crazy, but instead of telling him or dealing with it in a healthy way I did what any hormonal teenager would do to someone they want. Push them down and make them as miserable as you feel.
Sighing, I turn on my heel and walk out of the bathroom, back into the diner and up to the counter. Not wanting to attempt to stomach the shit coffee again, I order myself a strawberry shake. Caffeine is out, so sugar it is; besides, the cool drink will also refresh me. I don’t want to fall asleep before I see what Amos has in mind for us when his shift is over.
He told me to think about what he did, right before he left me with my dick out and my balls empty for the second time this evening. Heat flares through me, and my mouth waters at the thought of showing him what I can do.
Slowly sucking the straw perched in the tall glass of thick, pink, shake, I pull out my phone and pop in my earbuds as I pull up the videos I took at the show. I lose myself in the music and the energy of the band as they perform. It’s only a slight distraction from Amos, partly because he’s already at the forefront of my mind, but also because I wish he’d come with us.
Every now and again I glance at the clock as time ticks slowly by, and though I’m tired, I’m also buzzing with anticipation. Feeling the effects of all the coffee and alcohol I’ve drunk tonight, I head to the restroom again, this time to use the facilities.
As I’m washing my hands and humming one of Decaying Sinners' songs, the door opens and shuts behind me and I look up in the mirror. Amos is standing directly behind me. With my eyes never leaving his, I dry my hands and spin around to face him. Before he can say a word, I’ve pushed him up against the door and pinned him in place with my mouth and body.
The kiss is hot, urgent, and intoxicating. He tastes like cigarettes and faintly of Big Red gum, with an undertone of me… With one of my hands tangled in his hair, I shove my tongue into his mouth while I reach behind him to lock the door.
“No distractions, no interruptions,” I tell him quietly as I bring my hand down his front and firmly grip him through his pants.
Amos groans and drops his head back against the door. As I slowly lower myself onto my knees in front of him, I unbutton and unzip his jeans and inhale his warm, masculine scent. Pressing my lips against his cock through the material of his boxers, I tug gently on the material with my teeth before sliding my hand inside to expose him to my eyes and my mouth.
“Hmm, I think it might be time for my dessert.”
Chapter Fourteen
Amos
I grunt as Xavier teases me with the flick of his tongue. I reach down and fist his hair, pulling him roughly away at an odd angle.
His body strains as I look down at him, feeling more in control than I ever have in my life.
“Open your mouth,” I say as I jerk his head back even further still.
I can see the tears starting to well in his eyes from how strained his body must be feeling, and I arch an eyebrow expectantly.
Licking his lips, Xavier finally opens his fucking mouth and presents me with his tongue. Something as magical and unyielding as the flick of it, running up and down on my dick, tasting the sweat of my body, and he’s presenting it to me again.
As though it were always mine and he merely houses it for me.
I chuckle slightly, my eyes softening as I roll my own tongue gently in my mouth for a moment, gathering as much of the juices as I can before I lean down and let them slide slowly from my mouth into his. Caressing the sweet, sultry organ that he seems so keen to use on me.
Placing the tips of my fingers underneath his chin, I close his mouth then trace his jaw with my back of my hand. I can see the desperation behind the tears. The one that wants nothing more than to swallow my dick, to make me feel how I’ve been making him feel all night, but I still haven’t let him.
“Swallow.”
It’s a simple enough thing to ask for and when he places his hands on my hips, digging his fingernails into my jeans, I reach down and palm my dick.
“Xavier. Swallow.”
He closes his eyes but this time does what he’s told, confirmed by my leaning back slightly and seeing his Adam’s apple bob up then down.
“Good boy,” I praise as I slap one of his cheeks with my cock. His eyes fly open again and he leans his face forward, but I shake my head before rubbing the head of my dick along his lips.
Xavier grunts, dropping his hands from my hips and moving to grab my shaft instead, but I’ve still got a grip on his hair, and give him another tug back.
“No.”
“What?”
I smile at the obvious shock, blatant anger, and little boy defiance all thrown into his squawk of a reply.