Page 33 of The Himbo and the Lord

“Is that it then?” he almost spits at me.

“Oh, I think that was it after the way you behaved last night,” I sneer, and watch his eyes go hard.

That’s better. I want to give him a taste of how rejection feels. I bet he’s never been rejected before in his life. I imagine everyone just gives in to his Adonis looks and easy charm, and he’s littered the world with those he’s fucked and walked away from.

I want him to know what it feels like.

His face creases as if he can’t believe I would say that, and before I met Nate I probably wouldn’t have, so this is on him. Though it brings me no satisfaction to see that look on him.

Then he takes a deep breath and draws himself up to his full height, which is a couple of inches taller than me, and does his best to look down at me, his mouth twisting with that infuriating smirk.

“You really are a snobbish little lord.”

I launch myself at him with the aim of wiping that expression off his face. I have a bit more bulk on him, and the years playing public school rugby have to have been worth it. I propel us backwards into the wall and mash my mouth to his, and he responds instantly, kissing me with an intensity that I’ve craved for the last week.

How dare he try to make me feel like that.

His tongue seeks out mine and I push back just as hard, both of us fighting for control. It’s brutal and visceral and I hate the way my cock responds. The ache is almost painful and I shove myself against Nate, driven by the need to relieve the pressure. As I grind into him I feel he’s equally as hard, and pure lust takes over, the desire to have him one more time.

This time on my terms.

His hands are on my hips, so I reach for them and pin them above his head. He doesn’t resist, and I transfer them both to my left hand, holding his wrists. I quickly unfasten his trousers and pull out his cock. As I palm it, his head falls back against the wall and his eyes become hooded. I pump it a few times and see him start to come undone. My own cock is painful, but damn it I’m not going to let him touch me.

I take my hand off him and he gasps, his eyes flicking open. I silence any chance of him saying anything with that smartarse mouth with a violent kiss, not caring if our teeth clash. I’m too far gone for that. I release my dick and grab us both together. Nate thrusts into my hand once he feels the pressure. It’s too dry, so I swipe some precum with my thumb and work it down, but it’s not enough. I release us again, earning a hiss from Nate. I don’t want his opinion, so I squeeze his wrists tighter and hear a sharp intake of breath.

Good.

I spit into my hand and wrap it back round us both. It’s not quite enough, but the slight pain from the friction makes me feel alive, and if Nate feels it too, then so much the better. Maybe it’ll give him something to remember me by.

I jerk my hand up and down, keeping up a relentless tempo. Nate’s hips buck and every thrust he gives slides his cock over mine even harder. I twist my hand with every jerk, and I feel his body tense. His thighs shake, but I keep going, squeezing harder.

I feel him come, spilling over the back of my hand, but I’m not done yet. I push my hand firmer onto his wrists, holding him in place, and keep going until I feel the familiar tingle that release is near. I claim his mouth one more time, thrusting my tongue into him as my orgasm washes through me.

I step back, releasing his wrists, our cocks, and his mouth simultaneously. He leans against the wall, his lips bruised and his spent cock hanging out.

He looks wrecked and fucking gorgeous.

I take one last look at him and turn away, tucking myself back in and zipping up. I don’t look back at him as I leave the room. I can’t, because if I do, my resolve will weaken and I’ll give in. It’s better that I leave now before he hurts me again.

I can’t go back out there and mingle with the other guests now. I certainly won’t be able to stand seeing him after this, laughing with his friends, probably ignoring me again.

Duty be bloody damned.

I search out Chase and give him a lame excuse about needing to urgently deal with a problem that requires my presence back on shore. I only feel slightly guilty as he nods and assigns me a dinghy.

As we speed away from the yacht it occurs to me that at any time Nate could have twisted out of my grasp. He let me do that to him and I don’t know what I think about that.

I let it go with a sigh, and do my best to put Nate behind me and out of my life forever.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Nate

Four Months Later

It’s a very normal Friday night in New York City when I walk into the bar and see him sitting by himself in the far corner booth nursing a whiskey.

His phone is nowhere to be seen, so I know it was a hard day at work. It’s no wonder really, he’s under a lot of pressure, but the moment he sees me, his shoulders relax marginally, and I remember once more that I can be a real dumbass sometimes.

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