Page 184 of Fragments
It’s worth a shot, I guess. And I doreallyneed to get laid.
How hard can it be to harness my angry side? I might have some aggression I need to get out, who knows.
Ren runs his fingers through his hair, leaning against the counter and bending at the waist. “Oh, how Ilovebeing an unsuspecting prisoner in this dark room by myself…” He peeks at me over his shoulder, stifling a grin. “I sure hope no one comes in here, because I’m busy thinking about mygirlfriendback home and howawesomeher boobs are.”
My head falls back in a laugh. “Wait, hold on… you’restraightin this scenario?? That’s the least believable part of the whole thing.”
He scowls at me. “Don’t ruin it.” Then he shifts his face back to the nervous act he’s putting on. “Oh, no! Who are you? I wasn’t expecting anyone to come in here…”
“You’re a terrible actor,” I jeer, stepping closer.
“What do you want,Luthor?” He glares at me, cocking his head.
The use of my nickname shifts the vibe a little. He never calls me that, so when he does, it’s kind of sexy. Like I’m someone else in his eyes.
“Just admiring the view,” I hum, gaze sliding down to his ass and the way it somehow looks taut and delicious even in these shapeless jumpsuit pants.
“Don’t look at me, creeper,” he snarls, committing a little more to the character.
“Don’t have such a mouthwatering ass.” I lift a brow, moving in quick to trap him against the counter.
My hands fall to his waist while he tries to wriggle away.
“Don’t touch me, faggot,” he growls, and I back up, shooting him a look.
“Whoa… babe.Really?”
“It’s part of the act, it’s fine,” he huffs. “Come on, stay in character. You’re doing so well.”
He continues struggling against me, so I press into him harder, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the counter.
“Hold still,” I grunt, partially serious because he’s moving around too much, and I can’t get a good grip on him.
“Get off me,” he hisses, laying it on thick.
I hate to admit it, but there is frustration winding in my muscles. I’m telling myself it’s part of the act, but I think it’s due to a lot of different things…
The fact that I don’t understand why he wants this and the worrying confusion is making me feel inadequate. The way he’s squirming in my grip like he really wants to get away from me, which is an honest to God fear of mine… that this will happen someday in real life.
Not the corny show he’s putting on about being straight, obviously. But Iamafraid that if I give him my heart again, somewhere down the line, he’ll decide he doesn’t want it anymore.
On top of it all, I’m fucking horny asfuck, and his ass is pressing against my rapidly growing erection while he shivers and grunts, winding me up into a thick frenzy of need.
The words pour from my lips, without a thought. “Keep fighting me, and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Ren’s brows shoot up, and he gives me a look of surprise, like he’s impressed. I swallow and shrug, heat rushing to my face.
I don’t know, man. It just came out… Does that make me weird?
No time to overanalyze it. I just keep going because we’re already in this, placing a hand between his shoulder blades to bend him over forcefully, splaying him on the countertop. Then I rip his pants down quick with shaky fingers.
“One way or another, I’m shoving my cock in your ass,” I snarl. “So just hold still and take it, little bitch.”
Jesus, I can’t believe I just said that…
“Fuck. Off.” Ren is committed. He keeps fighting back, bucking against me while I drop kisses on the nape of his neck.
Shit, what am I supposed to use for lube??
