Page 16 of Manhattan Tormentor

What am I doing?

I don’t stop.

Ican’tstop kissing him.

What am I doing by rolling out the welcome mat for him to get into my mouth? He’s done nothing but bug me for months and here I am welcoming him home like he’s a damn soldier from war.

He’s taken over my central nervous system, controlling it with flicks of his wicked tongue. Hungry animal-like noises rubbing against my mouth.

He has me out of my mind for more of his taste and I push back into him to make him groan. I knew all along this asshole was lying.

Hiding who he is.

Hiding in plain sight is the best disguise of all. I see him though.

No wonder he hates me.

Even as he sucks my tongue until my eyes blur behind my eyelids, I know he still hates me.

Somehow it doesn’t even bother me.

Not right now.

It might later.

He tastes of cinnamon and Christmas.

And there is something shocking how thirsty I am for him to shove me around to do whatever the hell he wants.

Finn has made every school day into something unpleasant. He uses verbal put downs to make his dick inflate with superiority.

And I’m letting him crawl into my mouth.

Kissing me harder,deeper.

He’s as forceful in kissing as he is on the football field.

He’s hungry. That much I recognize.

By the time we separate, I’m wrecked for breath. Trying my damnedest to rub one out against the unforgiving denim of his jeans.

The moment logic returns to those cloudy eyes, I watch it happening as he shoves himself away. Scraping his fingers through his wild hair before dragging the back of his hand over his mouth, scrubbing me off him in case I’ve infected him with gay cooties.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. His curse is a pain in my chest.

Regret looks back at me.

“That wasn’t…”

“Save it.” I say, sparing him the trouble of telling me it was a mistake.

It sure fucking was.

There’s no level of attraction that would get me involved with bi-curious or a closet case.

They’re too exhausting to keep up with their fake lives.

I expect no man to be at my level of openness, so he shouldn’t expect me to hide with him.

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