Page 264 of Fragments
He peers at me while driving. “Looking to forget, blue eyes?”
That’s so corny, I want to hurl.“This lovelyconversationisn’t necessary. I want a hundred for head. An extra fifty for swallowing. Fucking is negotiable, but I won’t go below five, so don’t even ask.”
The guy’s lips twitch. “You’re a demanding thing, aren’t you?”
“All worth it,” I sigh, dead inside. “Satisfaction guaranteed.”
The guy chuckles, cruising for a few minutes in silence before he pulls into a parking garage. I look around as he parks in a spot in the far corner, a bit secluded, but still.
“Where are we?” I ask, bemused.
“My office,” he hums, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. He turns to face me, grabbing my arm.
“Hey, what the hell??” I gasp as he lifts my sleeves, checking me for track marks, I guess.
“Oof…” He runs his thumb over the scars covering my wrist and forearm. “Rough.”
Yanking my arm back, I pull my sleeve down, glaring at him. “Just tell me what the hell you want so we can get this over with…”
“Are you clean?” he asks, brushing my hair back with his fingers, scrutinizing me with a studious gaze.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” I hiss.
“When was the last time you were tested?”
My jaw clenches. “I resent that wording. People with STDs aren’tdirty.” He lifts a brow. “Myhealthis fine, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He stares at me for a moment, eyes falling to my mouth. “Alright, then.”
Leaning his seat back, he opens his pants, and my heart lurches up into my throat.
Oh God, I can’t do this…
Blinking hard, I shake myself out of it while he grabs the back of my head and pushes it into his lap.
This used to be soeasyfor me… But now it feels like pulling teeth without any nitrous.
I don’t want to do this… I don’t want his stupid dick in my mouth.
Why am I even here?? There has to be something else I could do… Anything.
God, Lex, why did you have to go and die on me?? Why did you have to leave me alone?!
You knew this would happen if you did.
My eyes are watering, tears streaming down my cheeks while I disassociate. Blood is rushing in my ears as I struggle to breathe, every muscle in my body clamped in displeasure.
No no no… No, I hate this. I fucking hate it.
I’m crying, and the guy either doesn’t care, or he likes it because he’s not stopping. I’m just slumped over like a hunched corpse, gagging and wheezing in pure misery.
Squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as possible, I think about Lexington…
My beautiful, sweet, shy boy.
I remember lying in a tiny, cramped bunk bed with him, kissing and touching, my heart so overflowing with emotion, I couldn’t understand it. Of course, Iburnedfor his hands on me, and his cock in my throat; the way he’d wrap his legs around me and caress my hair, shivering from head to toe with the new sensations I was giving him.
But it wasn’t about how good it felt for our bodies. It was so much deeper than that.
