Twisted Together (4 page)

“
I
told you, making it easier for you to decide.”

“
No,”
I said, shaking my head. “I meant—what were you doing to
me?”

His
eyebrow arched up like a cat stretching. “I was on my way to
making you cum in your pants. You felt ready to burst.”

Shame
crept up my neck. He wasn't wrong, he'd had me close to orgasm so
fast that it made me angry. What was wrong with me, was I some sick
fuck? I'd never been interested in guys before, never imagined
someone could excite me so much with a casual touch under a table.
In
public, to top it off.
“You
shouldn't threaten me.”

“
Threaten
you!” Laughing, he leaned towards me. I caught his scent in my
nose, my nostrils flaring at the musk and pinewood. That smell made
my cock twitch; I hated it. “Jack, it wasn't a threat. It was
an option. I was getting the sense that you didn't understand how
deep our deal went.”

His
toes scratched my ankle, the sensation like needles. It turned my
blood hot while making me twist with disgust. Too confusing, far too
confusing. “I have a sense now.”

He
grinned wickedly. “And that was why I gave an option.”
Along my jeans, his sock-covered foot crawled higher. My pulse ran
like a rabbit in my ears. “You can leave now, ending all of
this. Or, you can stay and accept what it takes to fool someone as
clever as my father.”

“
You
never said I'd need to do anything like this—ah!” Kris
pressed his heel against my rigid cock, my body lurching towards him
on impulse. Every bit of me was starting to ache for release, my
balls tight with their demand to spill my seed.

“
I'm
saying it now,” he whispered. In the dim candlelight, his eyes
were shaded; a devil's visage. “Stay and give in to this, to
every aspect of this charade.” The inner curve of his foot
cradled my dick, focusing on pumping along the head. It elicited
another gasp from me, my hand covering my mouth. “Or,” he
went on, “leave and figure out another way to get the money you
need.”

That's
right, the money.
It
was a grim reminder of what I faced. Under the ministrations of my
attacker's touch, coerced onto the brink of a humiliating but
delicious orgasm, my choice floated behind my eyes like a boiling
pressure. It matched the pain in my stomach, the sweltering heat of
my need for release.

If
choosing to cum was agreeing to our bargain, my body made the
decision for me.

Squealing
behind my fingers, I flexed against the pressure of his seeking foot.
The orgasm hit me hard, and though I was too delirious to think about
it, it seemed impossible for no one to hear me. Vibrating under his
touch, I came for the first time in front of another man. Came
for
another man.

The
warmth of my slick seed ran into my tight boxers, pooling under my
balls between my spread thighs. Sitting there, sprawled, I couldn't
open my eyes. If I did, I knew what I would see. My chest thrummed,
skin tingling from how
good
the orgasm had felt.

I
hated it so fucking much.

Fingers
squeezed my chin, shocking my eyes open. In front of me, Kris smirked
so wide I saw every tooth. His face, in my afterglow, burned into my
memory. His imprint was settling on my mind. It was dangerous,
allowing this to happen. Was I so weak? “Jack,” he
purred, turning my skin to goosebumps, “you make such a lovely
face when you cum. It's rather addictive. That could be bad.”

“
Bad
for me,” I mumbled, slapping his hand away. He let me go,
settling back with too smug of a smile. “I can't believe you
did that to me.”

His
shrug was cold. “I'm a little surprised you gave in so easily.
Are you
sure
you aren't gay?”

“
I'm
not!” I snapped, glancing around nervously. There were eyes on
me, but each face turned away covertly at my glare.
Fuck
fuck fuck. I made such a scene, I'll never be able to live this down.
My
solace was that no one I knew had seen me. Well, no one besides a
certain asshole. “You had no right to do that to me.”

Chuckling,
he finished his drink. It made me wish I had another. The buzz was
gone, all that remained were throbbing temples. “It's normal
for couples to get frisky.”

I
opened my mouth to argue, to say we were
not
a couple, but...
But
that's what we're doing. We're playing a game here. I didn't think
there were rules before, or winners and losers, except Kris has shown
me otherwise.
There's
no way his eyes and smirk didn't say he thought he had won.

I
wouldn't let him win again.

Sliding
from the booth, I made a beeline for the restroom. Kris said nothing,
didn't try to stop me. It was a short walk. I was grateful, hiding
the wet spot on my jeans wasn't subtle. It took the silence of that
small room, the pale tile, the smudged mirrors, to finally allow me
some reprieve from Kris's heat. His very presence had been consuming
me. If I had stayed out there, marinating in my fresh cum, I might
have faded away.

Smoothing
my hair back, I unzipped and winced at the mess in my boxers.
Crumpling paper towels, I tried to scrub it all away.
Guess
I should be glad for my new clothes. I don't think I'll want to wear
these ever again.
Sure,
I could wash them. But I knew every time I put those boxers, those
jeans, on again...

I'd
think of him. Think of Kris, and what he had done to me.

“
Fuck,”
I hissed, staring at myself in the cracked mirror over the sink.
“Fucking fuck.” That asshole had forced me to cum for
him. It was too much. The memory turned my face red, I watched it
happen in the reflection. Scowling, I gripped the edges of the sink.

Turning
the water on, I just listened to the sound of it.
What
should I do now? Go back out there, face him and that awful
all-knowing smirk again? This whole agreement was a mistake. A huge
mistake.
Splashing
my face, I tried to shove cold rational into my being. It warred with
my discomfort, the remnant twinges of warmth in my lower belly.
I
can't even get out of here without him. He's my ride, and even if I
called a cab, we freaking live together. Trying to escape him is
impossible. At this point, I... I've gone this far already.

In
the mirror, my eyes watched me, unblinking. “Whatever happens
next,” I whispered out loud, trying to make my words mean more,
“I can't let him do that to me again. I just can't.”
Something was wrong with me. That something was being brought out by
Kris.

Kris,
and his fucking stunning eyes and hard-cut jaw.

Kris,
who I was starting to loath...

And
Kris, who had made me squirm in orgasm.

Shivering,
I turned the sink off and dried my hands. I was as cleaned up as I
could get. My body still wore the stains of my encounter, but it was
my heart I feared for.

Would
that ever be clean?

He
was waiting for me in the dark hallway of the back of the restaurant,
so near the door I came close to bumping into him as I exited. “Oh!”
I gasped stupidly, inching backwards. “Uh, did you need to go?”

In
the small space, his body was incredibly close to mine. The pull
between us made my knees shake, his eyes fixed on me as if they'd
been seeking me all along. “I was just coming to check on you.”

Swallowing,
I slid my heel back. “I'm fine. Don't worry about me.”

“
I
can't help it,” he said softly, eyes flashing in the dark.
“It's just how I feel.”

My
heart charged into my throat, turning my mouth dry and leaving me
speechless. From my right, I heard a small noise. It took everything
in me to glance away from Kris, he was like pure gravity. There,
carrying a load of dishes, I watched a man in a white apron struggle
from one room to the next.
The
kitchens are back here, of course. Then, was he talking this way
because someone would hear?
Flicking
my gaze back, I stared at Kris and his frozen smile.
Was
that more of his game, his act?

It
drove me crazy not knowing. Worse, I couldn't decide if I preferred
his words to be true, or false.

False,
I want false.
I
had to want false.

“
I
paid for the drinks,” he said, nodding back to the dining room.
“Shall we?”

“
Shall
we what?” I blurted.

“
Leave.”
His smooth forehead rippled. “What else would I mean?”

Brushing
past him, I took long strides for the exit. “Nothing, forget
it. This outing needs to be over with.”
This all needs to be done with.

Fucking
hell. Just...

Fucking
hell.

****

We
drove back to the dorms in silence. My entire body was pulsing,
hearing and living for a beat I didn't want to admit. Kris had done
something to me at that bar, broken me in a way I didn't grasp. It
was as if he'd reached inside, twisted and snapped a piece of me off
when he'd made me cum. A piece he now held, safe at his side.

Being
so near him in the dark car, lights whirring by outside, I
felt
it. The side of me he now owned, something I worried I could never
retrieve. Even if I did, if I reached over and tried to make myself
whole, what would it mean?
I
don't know anymore. I think I'm losing my mind.

Rubbing
my temples, I shifted on the seat. It was a relief when we pulled
onto the campus, parking among the rows of other students. The hour
was late, no one was around.
Probably
off at clubs and bars, or dates.
It
wasn't so different than what Kris and I had been up to. The clarity
turned my skin pink.

“
Come
on,” he said, startling me. In the close space, his voice
reverberated right into my marrow. Blue eyes, stark as midnight,
watched me closely. “Talk to me, Jack. You've been dead silent
since we left the bar.”