Page 7 of The Fighter

“Yes,” his voice hissed out through clenched teeth as I positioned my cock at his hole, and pushed in.

I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as I breached his entrance. The plug was smaller than my cock, so he was still incredibly tight. And hot. And wet. And oh God, Tav was everything I thought he’d be. When I slid into the hilt, Tav slammed his hips back into me, the force nearly sending me off the end of the bed.

There was that strength he’d kept carefully controlled, tightly coiled. I wanted it. I wanted to see him lose it. I gripped his hips with both of my hands and separated my knees further to give me better purchase on the bed. As I began to thrust, I gritted out, “You’re tight, Tav. So tight, like you’ve been saving your hole for me.”

He jolted as my hips slapped against his ass, but he kept himself in check, until I changed the angle. I must have hit his prostate, because he bucked, crying out in a guttural tone.

And then… he lost it.

The headboard crashed against the wall as he strained against the ropes. He slammed back into me with all the strength in his huge body, and I could barely hang on. The muscles in his back flexed, the angel taking flight from his skin so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she flew in the air around us. He growled and shook, and if I hadn’t special ordered this bed, I’d have been worried he’d break it.

I pressed on the top of his rim where my cock sawed in and out of his body like an iron spike. My other hand slid up his neck to press on his right shoulder, not wanting to cover the face of his angel between his shoulder blades. “You take my cock like you’re made for it. Fuck, look at you.” Normally I had more control of the words I said while I neared orgasm but tonight was an exception. I couldn’t stop spewing filth. “Wish I could fill you up with my cum, send you home dripping with me.”

His muscles shivered and shook with each word. His head tossed like a bull, and his breathing rasped out of him in harsh pants, each one tinged with a needy moan that tightened my balls.

“So good.” My words were slurred and sloppy as I spread his cheeks, not wanting to miss a second of dick drilling him. He bucked against me harder, pulling on the ropes with a desperateneed. His words were unintelligible, but occasionally I heardConandFuckandDon’t Stopamong the babbling nonsense.

After being on edge all fucking night, I wanted to come, I wanted to let go inside of Tav’s body. I reached around and rolled his balls, knowing they were sensitive from the cock ring. He growled as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked. “Come now with me. Come on. Squeeze my cock. Milk me.”

He bucked harder, his cock slipping through my lubed grip and then with a hoarse, low-toned scream, he came, pulsing in my hand.

I was right behind, letting go with a gasp into Tav, the whole room lighting up with sparks in front of my eyes. I curled forward over his massive back, resting my forehead on his fascinating ink. I swore I could hear the flap of wings around me.

THREE

Tav

They called me Husk. Short for Husky, because of my eyes, I guessed.

It fit, though. Because that’s what I was, a husk of a human being. Dramatic and depressing, sure, but it was the truth. At one point, years ago, they knew my name, but they never used it. That would mean admitting I was a human being, and they didn’t want to be reminded. I hadn’t said my name for so long, I wasn’t even sure I had remembered it.

I blinked slowly, my body protesting consciousness while my brain fought to be alert. The window to the city was at my back, and Conrad was on his side, facing me. The sun had just barely peeked over the horizon, throwing an orange glow across the bridge of his nose. He had a few freckles, so light they were barely visible. I hadn’t noticed them last night.

I always thought people looked kinda goofy when they were sleeping, their mouths hanging open, face slack. But Con still looked… regal. His one hand was tucked under his pillow, the other flat on the bed in front of him. I wanted to pick it upand hold our hands up, palm to palm, like kids did when they measured to see whose hand was bigger.

I knew mine was bigger, but I just… wanted to touch him. But even though he’d untied me before we fell asleep, I kept my hands to myself. The guy was asleep. I should have been too. It’d been so long since I was intimate with anyone. Hell, it’d been so long since I even touched myself, I had wondered if my cock was broken. It wasn’t, though, not when he touched me.

I studied him as he slept, mapping his likeness so I’d be able to picture him in my head when I was alone. Con was almost… pretty. With small features on pale skin. A sharp nose, although his mouth was surprisingly wide, with full lips. He was older than me, probably, with silver hair beginning to lighten the dark blonde hair at his temples. His face was unlined, no laugh lines at the corner of his blue eyes or around his mouth. That bothered me, tightened my chest. Con should smile.

I wondered what he did, because this apartment must be a few mil, easy. He had crazy security, too, I noticed, what with the fancy keycards and the passwords and alarm system. There was a file folder still on his nightstand, which he’d been looking through while I sucked him. But I wouldn’t look through it. I wouldn’t betray him after what he’d done for me tonight.

I hadn’t been Tav in so long, I wasn’t sure I knew how to be. I’d always thought I’d been into submission in bed, but I’d never found the right partner that I felt comfortable with. That I thought could take me on. But Con had been so sure in the club. The way he gripped my face. The way he spoke. So I’d taken a chance, and I’d been rewarded in just about the best way possible. I’d spent the last five years with no control over my own life that it had felt so fucking good to hand over control to a personI’dchosen.

I’d only been at that club because I’d just finished a job that took another chunk of my soul and I needed… something. So I’dstumbled into the first club I came to. Of course, then I’d realized what kind of club it was. I’d spent an hour sitting on that damn stool at the bar, trying to remember what it had been like, back when I’d been a normal guy, free to fuck.

And then Con had approached me, and instead of punching in his face, I’d gotten in his fucking fancy-as-shit car. Now here I was. And it hurt, it hurt all over again because I remembered now. I remembered what it’d been like to be Tav. I didn’t want to remember. I did now, though, and so I relished the last few moments I could be Tav until I had to empty out my shell and return to life as Husk.

Con was a gorgeous man, thinner than me but still well-built. He had such a pretty cock too, long and slender just like him. I tongued the corner of my mouth, remembering it between my lips, the taste. It’d been hot as hell, to have all that time with my mouth on him, while he’d been busy. He’d let me take care of him, pleasure him. I hoped he let me taste him again before our time was up.

I lifted my gaze back to his face and startled when I saw his eyes were open, staring at me. They were so blue that I didn’t have words to describe them. Like the ocean and sky and whatever else was blue and bottomless and vast. I suddenly wished I read more so I had a better vocabulary. I didn’t say anything, because he seemed to like it when I was quiet. Since that was how I preferred to be, it worked out well. I shifted my jaw and bit the inside of my cheek.

His hand on the mattress lifted, and he cupped my jaw, sliding a thumb over my chin. “Is your jaw sore?”

I blinked at him, and opened my mouth once, now noticing the dull ache. “A little.”

He began to rise. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen.”

“No!” I said, a little forcefully. He froze with his upper body raised off the bed and tilted his head as he looked down at me.