Page 28 of Bazooka

“How about…” I said, only to pause because my throat wasn’t working properly. “How about you give me next year’s birthday kiss in advance, just in case I die or—”

Before I could finish the sentence, he cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine.

He pushed me backward until my back hit the wall, and then we were chest-to-chest and dick-to-dick.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything I got, praying: God, please let this mean something.

I burned, even under that stream of water, I burned.

To feel his throbbing dick against my belly was torture.

To feel his lips on mine was my undoing.

When he slid his thigh between my legs, I started to hump it because I had no control left.

He let me do it, holding me so I wouldn’t fall while I fucked myself on him.

A few embarrassing moments later, I came with a shout.

My eyes watered as my dick started shooting cum, soaking us both.

I could see it hitting his abs and pubes, and then I sort of blacked out.

Bazooka gently massaged my ass until I finished, holding me pinned to the wall because my knees gave out.

Only when I sagged against him, panting, did he release me and kiss my forehead.

“Wash yourself. Go to bed.”

He left the shower first, and he left hard.

It made me want to slam my fist into a wall, but what good would it do?

Clearly, he wasn’t interested in me like I was interested in him, despite the fucking boner.

He could have been thinking about Officer Vile for all I knew.

And what the fuck was this? A charity? Fucking pity?

Did he feel sorry for me? Oh, fuck him. I was done.

While I dried myself with a towel, I could hear him rummaging in the kitchen. The doorbell rang, presumably because our food had arrived. As if I cared about food. I was angry and hurt and officially done with this fucking day.

Once in my room, I crawled into bed and curled into a fetal position, staring at the wall.

It was how Bazooka found me five minutes later—buck naked and pathetic.

He climbed into the bed and lay down beside me, his front to my back.

His chest hair tickled me; his body heat scalded me.

His crotch cradling my ass told me he was still hard underneath his boxers.

I was hard, too. Again. I wanted him. I would sell my soul to the devil to have him.

Why was he even here? I had to know, so I rolled over on my back and looked at him.

His face was unreadable, but his eyes were kind and his smile was tender.

“Bazooka—”

“I won’t fuck you, Luz.”

His words made me wince. They made me mad. They made me desperate.

“Please,” I whispered, raising my head to kiss him. “Pl-please.”

He dodged my lips but nuzzled my nose with his. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Please,” I said, gulping. “Just once.”

He leaned in, but instead of kissing me, his teeth closed around my bottom lip. He nibbled on it. He sucked on it. He played with it. He bit it, then licked it better. And I didn’t dare move. I could hardly breathe.

“There,” he said when he was done, sounding satisfied. “Now your lips are red and swollen, just the way I like them.”

I tried to kiss him, but he dodged my lips again.

Then, I’d had enough.

“Oh, fuck off!” I snapped. “Get out of my room. I’m sick of your games, and I hate you.”

I rolled over to the side and turned my back to him, because I couldn’t stand to look at him.

He chuckled and traced my earlobe with his finger. “You’re cute when you sulk, angry kitten.”

I refused to speak. Refused .

“Do you want to go again?”

His question made me frown in confusion.

“Wh-what?”

He pressed his body against mine from behind and whispered in my ear.

“Do you want to come again, angry kitten?”

Was he for real? I had to know, so I just nodded. And I pushed my ass against his crotch, consequences be damned.

“Then take your dick in your hand.”

I gripped my dick, hissing in pain, because I was over-stimulated and sex-deprived. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coming too soon again, but I was super-sensitive and super-horny.

“Now stroke it, kitten.”

I did what he said, gasping for breath. Already, I was so close. My hand trembled, and my fingers felt numb. He licked my earlobe before biting it. Pleasure, and then pain. It was my fucking love language.

“Thaat’s it… my good boy,” he praised me. “See how good you can be?”

Oh, fuck him, I just needed to come. Kidney? Take it. Hell, take both. Just fucking let me come.

“I’m a good boy,” I said hoarsely, closing my eyes. Hell, I would have said I was a mermaid if he’d asked me to.

“Stop now. Play with your balls a bit. Be a good, obedient boy.”

I did what he said, cursing under my breath.

He started to kiss my neck, while his hand kept moving up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He was gentle, and then he wasn’t. He left a few nasty hickeys on my neck, marking me.

My thoughts of retaliation vanished when I felt my climax approaching.

“Suck,” he ordered, pushing his thumb into my mouth. “Suck and stroke, kitten.”

I sucked, and I stroked, and I fucking came, choking on my saliva because I was fucking drooling. I almost blacked out when I felt him yanking his boxers down.

“FUCK!” he shouted, and then I felt his cum hitting my ass.

I turned my head, and his lips found mine as we kept coming together, tugging on our dicks.

Our tongues entangled as our hands moved in unison, almost in the same urgent rhythm.

My climax lasted until I thought I would pass out, and our movements gradually slowed down.

I could feel his dick sliding against my cum-smeared ass, dangerously close to my crack.

“Fuck, kitten.” Baz panted against my neck. “What did you do to me?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but my head was scrambled. I was still gasping for breath like a fish on dry land, waiting for my lungs to fill with oxygen.

He recovered from it first.

“Wait here. I’ll get the wet wipes.”

I could hear him rummaging in the bathroom before the bed dipped under his weight when he returned.

“Wait,” he said, sounding puzzled. “Where is my cum?”

“Itewhit.”

“What?”

“I ate it,” I repeated, feeling brain-dead.

It was exactly what I did while he was gone. I found his cum on my ass, scooped it up with my hand, and then I fucking dined.

Bazooka let out an incredulous laugh.

“Luz… honestly. I have no idea what to say to you.”

“You taste good,” I mumbled. “Sweet. Did you eat chocolate today?”

He slapped my ass, making me groan in pain. “Clean yourself. Now!”

I did what he said, all the while smiling like an idiot. Hell, I wanted to scream with joy. Jump to the fucking ceiling. God, I needed him so badly. He was right there, and I needed him so badly. Maybe it was why I felt his intention to leave, even before he made a move to leave.

“Please,” I said, looking at him pleadingly. “Can’t we for one night just… pretend?”

He gave it some thought before he kissed me. He kissed my lips and lay down beside me as I glued myself to him, still trembling. His arms closed around me as I threw my limbs over his body because he was fucking mine.

“Today was the best day of my life,” I said, raising my head to look at him.

He chuckled and pecked my lips.

“You said that before.”

“I know, but I’m allowed to change my mind.”

I got another peck on the lips before he caressed my cheek.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. You’ve had a rough day.”

“I had an amazing day,” I said, closing my eyes. “Good night, Levi.”

“Good night, Luscious Lucius.”

It would have been perfect if, when I woke up at dawn, he’d been in bed beside me.

But he was gone.