Page 65 of Bully for Sale

Ezer looked back at the screen for a few seconds willing his brain to unscramble the letters. Nothing. He handed the phone back to Ned.

“Are you satisfied?” Ned said, still flushed, but calming a little. He put his phone back into his pocket and sat down again. “You see that I did the right thing, don’t you?”

Ezer cleared his throat. “I see that we both had our reasons for this arrangement. Whether either of us was ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ to contract for this”—he put his hand over his stomach—“doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

“So you forgive me?”

Ezer shrugged. “No.”

“Why not?” Ned sounded desperate.

“Because you let people treat me horribly, youwerea bully, and even this situation is fucked up. There’s nothing beautiful or right or romantic about it, is there?”

“Fucking you is beautiful and right,” Ned said adamantly. “You have to agree with me on that. You love it.”

Ezer’s stomach flipped, and his cock filled. Hedidlove it. And he hated it. And he needed it. And hewantedit. And he loathed it. Like everything else about this situation there was nothing pure or perfect in what they did with their bodies. It was, none of it, his idea.

He’d done what he’d had to do, sure, but he wasn’t arrogant enough to claim what he’d done was right.

Unlike Ned.

Privileged, spoiled, bully Ned.

Ned’s chest heaved with uncontrolled breaths, and Ezer saw that Ned’s cock was hard, too, poking through the opening in the robe. Ezer crawled across the sofa to him and fell to sucking Ned’s cock hungrily.

Ned gasped, arching up.

The taste of Ned’s pre-cum exploded over Ezer’s tongue, the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, better than the meal he’d had, better than anything, and he worked the engorged flesh with his hands and mouth to get more.

“We’re supposed to talk,” Ned panted, but his hands were buried in Ezer’s curls, and he didn’t tug Ezer up and off. If anything, he held him down, making him take his cock deeper into his throat. “We’re not supposed to be doing this. We’re supposed tounderstandeach other first.”

Ezer didn’t stop sucking to tell him he understood Ned perfectly. He just didn’t forgive him. Forgiveness wasn’t necessary for them to move ahead with this baby, this life of theirs. It was better if Ezer didn’t forgive Ned, didn’t forget who he’d been. Because people never changed, and Ned would be back to his cowardly behaviors before long. It would always fall on Ezer to be brave.

It was good to remember that.

Ezer gulped down Ned’s seed, squirming in resentment as he felt the first hints of calmness returning to his system.

Falling onto his back and licking his lips to get every bit of Ned’s cum, he twined his hands in Ned’s hair and brought him down to suck Ezer’s dick in reciprocation. Humping up into Ned’s hot, silky mouth, straining for release, Ezer vowed to never forget.

Never forgive.

Ned woke inthe night.

The room was pitch-black. The darkness was pricked with even more blackness, that was how endless it felt. But the room was warm and smelled of sex and Ezer. He nestled against Ezer’s back, the big spoon, having fallen asleep immediately after fucking Ezer into a state of exhaustion deep enough that he’d passed out as soon as Ned had finished coming.

Ned nuzzled the back of Ezer’s hair, and scented him, a wash of contentment coming over him that he wished would last. He knew far too well it wouldn’t.

Ezer’s father had been right. Ezer was difficult and stubborn and terrifying. Ned understood better now how George Fersee would not have liked being confronted by his brutally honest omega son.

Ned had wanted Ezer just the way he was,of coursehe had, but he hadn’t realized how much energy it took to manage an omega like Ezer. It was draining to argue with someone smarter than himself, someone angrier by far, and someone who was determined to hate him. He almost wished he could pull the I’m-the-alpha-and-I-say-so card, but Ezer would never put up with that, and Ned didn’t have it in him to use a firm hand on Ezer. He was no brute, no matter what Ezer believed.

Ned wallowed these thoughts around in his head, only to go still, understanding what had woken him as the sensation started again. Ezer was pushing back to him, his slick-wet and open asshole riding the tip of Ned’s cock. Was Ezer awake? Did he know what he was doing? Or was his body seeking Ned’s in his sleep, knowing better than Ezer’s rebellious mind what he really needed?

“Ezer?” he whispered.

Ezer moaned and tilted his hips so the tip of Ned’s cock nearly pushed inside.

“Do you want this?” Ned asked. “I know you need it, but do you want it?”