Page 1 of The No Repeat Policy

“Daddy want his cock sucked?”

the blonde I know only as The Boy from the Club stops kissing me long enough to ask.

“Hell yeah, baby,”

I breathe, pushing him off my chest and encouraging him to move south.

He’s beautiful, and totally naked. His body is perfectly smooth, pale, a sculpted jawline that I’ve been kissing the past ten minutes, nut-brown eyes, and my God, did I mention that body?

I slide my hand over his shoulders as he retreats, his pink lips pecking at my abs and licking at my stomach on the way down. I imagine the way his waist curved in at his hips when his pants came off earlier. They’ll be perfect in a little for a good grip.

He’s such a twink.

My body shivers at his touch along my inner thigh, and finally his fingers lace around my dick. They glide up and down my erection, sending pumps of pleasure exploding through my skin. He taunts me for a little before moving in, tongue lapping at my scrotum as his fingers move on to higher ground.

“Such a big cock.”

He eyes me lustfully, rubbing his hands up and down my shaft like he just found a golden stick.

His eyes narrow and his lips purse. He leans in and licks from the base to the tip. I gasp when his mouth opens and those lush lips devour me whole. My eyes roll back. It’s intense. The way his tongue licks around my shaft, the pressure change as his lips swallow me over and over and over. He comes up, almost breaking contact, but he stops and laps his tongue around the head.

“Just like that,” I moan.

It feels so fucking good. He’s one hell of a cocksucker, but that’s not what I brought him here for. It’s also not the reason I bought him a drink at the club. Not on the last night I’ll be in Charlotte for the foreseeable future. Not before my life in the city comes to an abrupt end. It wasn’t for his company. It wasn’t to get to know him. It was for that perfectly shaped ass he was shaking for everyone in those tight booty shorts.

He’s here because this is likely the last night I’ll be able to find a boy this hot who wants nothing more than to have his brains fucked out against some rando’s headboard. And it was easy tonight. He was all over me the moment I walked into the club. I didn’t have time to scope out the scene before he walked up, but I was in luck. He was one of the hottest boys there, and his hands were in my pants before I suggested we leave for my place.

Now it’s time to change the game.

“Get up. You need to be fucked.”

It comes out harsh, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just a hookup. Hell, it’s what he wants. He told me to fuck him so hard he hurt in the morning.

I roll off the edge of the bed and come around the bottom while he gets on his knees and elbows, back arched, perfectly smooth round ass perched in the air. My mind flashes to the last time I saw Michael’s ass like this. Shit. I shake away the thought and mutter.

The boy squints, but he doesn’t question it.

“Ready for this cock?”

I slap his ass cheek, grounding myself and earning a high-pitched yelp.

“Yes, daddy, I’ve been a bad boy.”

I used to think that type of thing would turn me off, but it doesn’t. It makes me harder. It makes me want him more. It doesn’t matter it’s cringe as fuck. I move my finger to his hole and massage lustful groans from his mouth before spitting on my hand and wetting him. I slide my finger inside, up to my first knuckle.

“Uhm,” he moans.

“You ready?”

I slide a condom on and press my dick against his pink hole, gripping his cheeks.

“Maybe a little lube,”

he suggests.

I shrug and lean over to get the plastic bottle from the little table next to the bed. I pop it open and pour a bit onto my hand and then slather it over my dick and his hole.

“Good. Now use me, daddy,”

the boy says as I carefully slide inside and grab him around the waist. I’ll use the fuck out of him, but I’m not going to impale the poor guy right off the bat. My eyes close as I move forward and close the space between our bodies. I let him get used to it before I speed up.

“Fuck,”

he groans loudly. “More, daddy.”

Without answering I grip down on his waist, digging my fingers into soft skin, and thrust. Shit, he’s tight. I pull him into me. He yelps, which brings a smile to my face, and I do it again.

“Yes, d-daddy, just like that.”

So I do it again, and again, and again. He turns his face to look at me, eyes rolled back, mouth wide and screaming.

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes!”

“Oh God, I’m about to blow,”

I warn him as I feel the pressure and pleasure building.

“Me too,”

the boy exclaims, and to my surprise, jumps forward and flops onto his back, face under my crotch. He starts stroking himself with one hand, and with the other he rips off the condom and takes my dick in his free hand. “Give me your load.”

“You such a little slut.”

I grin mischievously as he starts sucking again. It doesn’t take much. “I’m cumming.”

My body quakes as my dick throbs, shooting cum straight into his mouth and glazing his lips. He moans with each shot—which I swear makes me cum harder—and when I’m spent, he licks me clean while he shoots his own load all over his smooth chest.

“Fuck,”

I groan, caressing his cheek and lips. “Good boy.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

He grins up at me before getting to his knees, ignoring the mess on his body. “You were pretty great yourself.”

I don’t answer. I’m not here to make friends, or boyfriends, even if a part of me hates me for it. Instead, I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up without another word.

When my eyes find myself in the mirror, my mind jumps back to over a year ago. I see it all again. The two bodies undulating into each other. Someone else’s hands on my boyfriend. I’d been so stupid. Once should have been enough, but it hadn’t been. I was an idiot. Careless. I thought things would get better, that Michael could be better. That’s before I found out he was inviting random men over to fuck him while I was gone.

Stop. That is not your reality now. That’s your past. It’s over. I turn toward the door leading back into the bedroom, where the boy from the club was, and it rushes in again. How am I any different now? Fuck. No. This is different. I’m not like him. He was mine. I was his. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Now I have nothing. No one to lose. No one to hurt. It’s different.

I walk into the living room and scoop my briefs off the floor. That’s when I realize the boy’s still here, sprawled out naked on my bed. I’d hoped he’d leave on his own. Uh…

“So…”

I skew my lips and draw the word out. “My roommate and I have a rule. No overnight guests. Don’t want things to be awkward in the morning.”

It’s a lie. One I’ve used a lot lately. It’s easier when they get what they came for and immediately get up, get dressed, and help themselves out the door. It just doesn’t always happen like that.

“Ah, okay.”

His glow dims.

Shit. It took less than a minute to go from literal fucking ecstasy to hating myself. You can’t tell me he didn’t know it was just a hookup and that’s it. Just a little fun, a quick fuck. We barely talked at the club before coming back here. It wasn’t love at first sight, it was lust. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have answered when he asked if I had any animals or siblings, and about my job. I didn’t technically tell the truth about my job either. I told him I was in web development, which isn’t false, it’s just that I’m packing tomorrow and moving up the mountain for my first real job.

“So, uh… You think I could see you again?” he asks.

Dammit. If only I could be a narcissist, a freaking sociopath like the God people want to shove down my throat. It has to be easier not to feel guilt.

“Yeah,”

I lie. Why? I don’t know. It’s easier? “Sure.”

“Great.”

The boy’s mouth lifts into a grin. His shoulders jump and I want to off myself right there. “My name’s Peyton, by the way.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. “I’m Kolton.”