Page 6 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

MOOSE

My body burned, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I was excited about finally getting fucked or because of the ache in my sore limbs.

My asscheek throbbed, a reminder of when Milo, the big-ass blond fucker I’d fought, slammed me into a wall, my ass hitting something sharp enough to bruise.

Fights came with more than cash, and the buzz of adrenaline sizzled in my veins, amping me up for more.

I felt exhilarated despite the pain, ready for action that involved Zayn’s cock and my hole.

I bit down on my bottom lip, wincing when my teeth caught the cut already there. Shivering, I shot him a glare over my shoulder. “Are you going to do something or do I need to get someone else, dude? Because I don’t have all night.”

It wasn’t a lie. I’d have to head home soon because Mom’s early morning shift at the hospital started in a bit.

She worked as a janitor and had some crazy ass hours, including different shifts and overnights.

When we both worked and it wasn’t a kindergarten day, I had no choice but to leave my little sister, Virginia, with an elderly neighbor, Mrs. Carmine.

I shook my head, rattling the thoughts right out of my brain, and focused on the guy behind me, his hands solid and confident on my asscheeks.

He stroked his fingers down over my crack, and I tensed, ready for him to get to the action.

I wasn’t the type to enjoy foreplay, but then, I was always in a hurry.

I got laid and went home to a trailer where I lived with my mom and sister.

There was no future with a partner, especially in a place like Lakeview Trailer Park, where one rule was very clear: no gay stuff .

The owner was a fucking homophobe and there was no way to fight it.

No one had the money for a lawyer, and even if we did, the odds were always stacked against us.

If I could, I would’ve roughed him up a long time ago, but the only thing that stopped me was Virginia.

It was my job to keep her safe. I was her big brother.

We had to keep a roof over our heads, and while Mom was stable enough at the moment and drinking a lot less, I never knew what would set her off again. In six months she might not have a job.

A slap to my ass sent my body into overdrive and I rocked forward, my hard cock bouncing at the sudden movement. I glanced over my shoulder and caught Zayn’s grinning face.

“You were distracted.” A sharp new tone in his voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. “And I like being the center of your attention.”

He popped open the lid of the lube I’d given him and squirted some onto his fingers, mouth curling into a leer. Fuck. Where did this dude come from? He certainly wasn’t from anywhere around my part of New Gothenburg.

I hissed through my teeth when he spread my cheeks with one hand and used the tip of a finger to sweep over my hole.

He didn’t push inside and instead teased over my entrance, and I didn’t want to give him the reaction he was obviously searching for.

I wasn’t the type of guy to beg and I wouldn’t start now.

If he wanted something from me, he could take it. Otherwise, he could fuck off.

I grunted and glared. “You gonna fuck me or what? Because I gotta get home, and if you aren’t, I gotta find another dick in the next hour.

Fighting makes me really fucking horny.” As if to prove a point, my cock jerked, precum building at the slit.

Adrenaline flooded my system, making me woozy but also ready to be railed.

“You’re not much of a romantic, are you?”

“Don’t know what that means and don’t care, either.” I reached behind myself, ignoring the ache from the bruise on my ass to spread my cheeks for him. “Get in or get lost.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckled but finally pushed his finger in.

My asshole flexed around the breach. The familiar burn that came with a finger or cock entering me made me dizzy.

I blinked, staring at the cement wall in front of me.

His finger was thicker than I’d expected, and when he was second-knuckle deep, pleasure simmered low in my balls.

“I don’t bullshit around,” I hissed out, gnashing my teeth as he added a second. It’d been a while since I’d done this. The last guy I’d fucked was because I’d had no other options and I’d topped. It was a nice release but not what I was after.

The humid air choked me, wrapping its warm hands around my neck, tightening until I gasped for breath.

“Fuck, hurry up, dude. Just stick your cock in like a man.” I wriggled my ass to make a point.

He tsked , and my fingers curled, nails digging into my ass. Prick. No one made that sound at me.

“Definitely impatient. You are adorable, Moosey Bear.”

I didn’t get time to voice my irritation because he pulled his fingers out. I glanced over my shoulder. This man behind me was graceful, while I only knew how to use my hands for violence or cutting down trees. I destroyed everything I touched.

He shoved his pants down to his knees and slid a condom onto his cock.

I took a moment to appreciate the girth of his hard-on.

I’d seen longer cocks but never one as wide as his.

I’d feel more than a burn when he finally shoved it in me.

Squirming, I took a deep breath to steady myself.

I wasn’t coming as soon as he thrust inside my hole.

Fuck that. I wanted to enjoy every long minute.

Once he had the condom on, he slicked himself up and threw the bottle of lube on the ground next to me. The clack from the plastic hitting cement echoed in the silence under the bridge.

He grinned. “Tilt your hips back more. Show me those sexy asscheeks.” He grasped my hip with one hand and pushed the other against my lower spine, directing my ass higher.

I arched and crouched to make it easier for him to fuck me, cursing him under my breath as my cock leaked, ready for whatever he had in store for me.

Finally , after what felt like forever, the head of his cock lined up with my hole before he pushed home.

It was a come to Jesus moment—if I believed in anything religious, which I didn’t.

I’d died and gone straight to heaven. His width spread me wide, and a delicious and painful burn swept through me.

“Fuck.” I let go of my asscheeks and pressed my forehead against the cement wall.

I slapped my palms beside my head, eyes clenched shut as he drove in until he was balls deep.

My body couldn’t decide if it was the pain or pleasure that it wanted to focus on, but it was all the same to my cock, which throbbed and leaked with need. “Fuck, dude, you’re thick.”

“Thank you.” His breath puffed against the middle of my back before he planted his lips there, sucking a kiss into my skin until I was sure he’d left a hickey.

He rocked forward, even though he was already as deep as he could go, and we both groaned as he knocked me flat against the wall.

“You’re so tight. How long’s it been since you’ve had a man inside you? ”

I grunted and bent my fingers, scraping my nails over the cement until it hurt. “Too long. Not many dudes want to fuck me. Say I’m too big. Too stupi?—”

Stupid .

That’s what my casual fuck once called me.

He’d stayed around as my go-to cock for a few months before he’d decided I was too dumb for him to continue fucking.

Like sex had anything to do with smarts.

Fuck him. I knew shit he didn’t, and one day when he needed someone to fix something that had broken, he’d have to call someone.

At least I could do that shit by myself. I was handy.

Zayn paused, his chest plastered over my back, giving me a reminder of how much smaller he was than me. I was a big dude and he wasn’t tiny. He didn’t have the bulk I did, though.

“Stupid?” he asked.

I smashed my teeth together, frustration bubbling in my chest until it became hard to breathe.

Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that or for him to hear it.

I didn’t need him judging me. Fuck that.

I rolled my hips backward, driving him a little deeper.

“Just move, will ya? I’ve got blue balls and need to get off. ”

He hummed, clearly not ready to let it go, but he did, and that got him a gold star from me.

Maybe he got the idea that I wasn’t the type to talk about my feelings and he wouldn’t win with me.

He pressed his hand to my lower spine again, using it as leverage as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before snapping his hips again, burying himself in my hole.

I trembled as a wave of lust swept through me and my balls tightened snugly against my body, ready to bust, even though we’d just gotten started.

No, sir, this wasn’t happening. I wasn’t coming until he was ready to let loose.

I seized the base of my cock and squeezed hard.

I slammed my forehead against the cement, ignoring the agony from the hit as my skin split open and blood welled there before slowly making its way over my eyes and down my cheeks.

The face always bled a lot, and the sharp pain was a welcome addition to the rest of it.

“Damn it, are you all right?”

“Don’t stop,” I growled over my shoulder, aware of some of the blood getting into my right eye. I closed my eye and wiped at it with the back of my hand. “Keep fucking going. Harder. Make it hurt.”

If I scared him, he didn’t show it. He slammed his hips forward, his cock driving into me with a force that rattled my teeth.

My whole body jerked, but he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back, straight onto his stiff length.

He was imprisoning me, holding me captive against his hard body, and I craved the burning mixture of pain and pleasure.