Page 62 of Unexpected Prejudice

Increasing his pace, he slid his hand from my arm to my wrist and tightened his grip.

“Hey, slow down.” We were out of dancing range, but he didn’t listen. “Shay-Lee.”

“Shut up and keep up.” The anger in his voice caught me off guard and made me keep quiet as we continued to walk back to his car, which was parked about one and a half miles away. Shay-Lee let go of my wrist, which had grown sore from how hard he’d gripped it.

Walking after him in the desert in the middle of the night and in complete silence left me with enough room for assumptions. He was obviously pissed, so did he find Miles and talk with him? Perhaps he confessed and was rejected?

Finally reaching his car, I put my shirt back on and was ready to climb in when—

“Whoa!” I yelped as Shay-Lee grabbed my shirt and spun me until my back was plastered against the cold metal of the car. With his face now less than an inch apart from mine and his fist tight around the fabric of my clothes, I stood still. “What’s going on… Oh shit.” My question was replaced with shock as he moved his hands to his fly and unzipped himself.

“I want you to be rough,” he said then spun us back around, so his front was pressed against the car, and I was at his back.

He handed me a condom after pulling it out of his pants and looked at me over his shoulder. “The fuck you waiting for?” he demanded after I didn’t take the offered rubber.

I looked around to see if people were close by. “You want to do it here? Let’s drive home first.”

Instead, he pushed me aside, pulled up his pants, and started walking. I followed him, and with a sharp move, I grabbed his arm. “Whoa, whoa, where are you going?”

“If you’re not going to fuck me, I’m going to find someone else who will.”

The mere idea of another man being close to him turned a switch inside my brain, and I tightened my hold around his arm before pulling him back. He had to stay here with me. He sure as fuck wasn’t going to be with anyone else but me. I had to have him crave me as much as I craved him.

I turned him so he faced the car again and stood behind him, rubbing my growing erection against his ass in the process. “Fine,” I whispered in his ear. “We’ll do it here. Just don’t go anywhere.”

“So, hurry the fuck up.” Not looking at me, he once again handed me the condom. This time, I took it.

“What about lube?” I asked as I pulled my sweats down to mid-thigh and took out my cock, which, thanks to the adrenaline and heat, was already hard and begging to be sunk inside his hole.

“We don’t need any.” His words made me pause, and I looked up from my condom-covered dick to meet the impatient look he gave me over his shoulder. “Just fuck me.”

“But I need to prepare you,” I stuttered.

Instead of answering, he pulled his pants and boxers down and pressed his bare ass against me. “I said do it.”

“Shay-Lee—” I wanted to argue, to tell him there was no way I’d fuck him this way when he punched the side of his car. The harsh sound of his fist colliding with the metal made me freeze.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he snapped, his jaw clenched, and his muscles tensed. “I thought you might be useful, but I guess I was wrong. You’re as pathetic as I thought you were—Ah!” He took in a sharp intake of breath as I breached past his walls and pushed my entire length in one go. His body tried to resist, but I kept going until I was balls deep inside him. The moment he started saying those words, I saw red and had to prove to him that I was good enough.

“F-fuck. Is that the best you can do?” he sneered.

Thrusting my hips harder, I forced him to swallow his laugh.

He pushed back against my thrusts, and the sound of smacking flesh, combined with his deep moans and grunts, encouraged me to pound his ass harder.

He was in pain. The sound of his cry and how he bit down on his fist to silence it was evidence of that. I hated it, and yet, despite how much I resented hurting him, I also felt too fucking good to stop. The control I had over him was possessive. It was addicting, and I loved how good it made me feel.

“Rough enough for you?” I slapped his ass cheek while pounding his hole, enjoying the power and how he could barely keep up with the force I was fucking him with.

“N-not even c-close,” he cried and stretched his arms over the car for a better hold. “I-I should have a-asked someone else to do it.”

I knew his words were meant to provoke me. To insult me so I’d fuck him harder and make him hurt. He wanted to hurt, and it was toxic. He was toxic.

I couldn’t care less. Not right now. Not with how good Shay-Lee felt around my cock.

Instead of stopping this madness, I allowed him to push me further. To stir my insides to the point that I barely recognized myself.

Sinking my teeth into the sensitive flesh of his neck, I hugged one arm around his chest and pulled him closer to me while using the other hand to push against the car. His sweaty body was plastered to mine, and his chest burned with unbelievable heat while his tight, greedy hole squeezed my cock to perfection.