Electric Rendezvous

"What would your mom think if I told her we barely speak?"

His hand hardened on my chin. "What would your dad think if I told him you're gay?"

I forced a smirk out of myself. "I came in a chick's mouth in front of you. Not so gay, right?"

He was growing frustrated with me, and I could tell. It was up to me to free him from his misery, but I liked playing with him. Although we were at odds, we were talking, and that was a big change from the miserable weeks I had spent deprived of him completely.

"Fine," I said, seeing how he said nothing to pressure me on. That was quite endearing of him; sometimes, he failed to find his words in front of me. I started packing my textbooks and putting them away. Since my earthly possessions could barely fit in a modest luggage, it wouldn't take me long to get ready. The only problem was... "Wait, I don't have a bus ticket," I said.

"Bus ticket." He snorted loudly through his nose. "You don't need one. We're driving."

"You don't have a car," I pointed out the obvious.

"I so do," he said back, having the indecency to act indignant over my lack of knowledge on the matter.

"Since when?"

"Since I bought one, obviously, dummy."

Dummy. Was it weird that I felt getting warm on the inside when he called me that?

"With what money?" I continued my interview.

"Pack your bags already," Adrian said, rolling his eyes to show how fed up he was with me.

"If you have a car, why do we have to leave in two hours?"

I hadn't expected the kiss. He grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me hard. I caught his arms to steady myself, because the taste of his tongue in my mouth made me dizzy. After so long, this thirsty man was having a sip of the most delicious water. It was too much, all of a sudden like that.

"I had to say something," Adrian replied, shrugging for a moment.

He still held me close. I was drowning in his eyes, and I didn't want to show my weakness. He was just that much of an expert at catching me by surprise.

"Finally, silent," he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip hard as if he wanted to crush it against my lower teeth. He watched me closely, getting nearer, as if he could read something cryptic on my face. "Was that enough to get you hard?"

I pulled back, annoyed with how cocksure he was. But he caught me again, his hand on my crotch, checking for himself.

And I was hard. Harder when he pulled my cock out of my pants.

"Do you want me to blow you, Jo?" he asked against my lips, his eyes so hungry I wanted to kiss him for being so frustrating. His hand moved with confidence, jerking me off. I bit my bottom lip. If I stayed silent, would it be better?

"Come on, don't hold back," he continued to torture me with his words and with his hand. "We both know how much you like having your dick sucked."

I wanted to deny it, but the only proof that mattered was in his hand.

"Was she good?" he asked, moving his lips slowly over the corner of my mouth. "Better than me?"

"No, not better than you," I replied in a voice I could barely control.

"How good was she?"

"She wasn't," I said, yearning for telling the truth.

He stopped and moved his head away so he could read my face. "Don't lie, Jo. I'll leave you hard, and you won't like your blue balls later, okay?"

"I'm not lying. You wanted me to get with her, I did." I stared fiercely into his eyes. I wanted him to understand the truth, but I didn't want to spell it for him. It was just not done.

"So was it all because of me? You blew a load in her mouth," he accused me.

It was understandable. Adrian wanted to wiggle himself out of the dilemma he'd created for himself. But I had to make him see the truth. Because if I broke down first and told him how much I loved him, he'd despise me and leave. Leave me. People don't want a clingy fucker to cry over them; the moment you do that, you're doomed.

"A mouth is a mouth," I said in a rough whisper. My eyes were so dry, there had to be visible cracks in them.

"No," he said harshly. "Not for you."

We squared against each other, his hand still on my aching cock. He was holding the damn thing so tightly, I could feel my pulse quickening.

"If you already know so much, why do you keep asking?" I said.

"Because I want to hear you say it," he told me, eyes blazing, his fingers viselike around my cock, ready to crush it.

"I didn't want her to blow me. I wanted you to do that." My voice had started shaking. "I imagined you in her place. It was the only way I could blow."

"You'd say anything to have your dick sucked," he accused me openly.

"No. If you never put your mouth on me again, I'd still want you to know the truth. It's your mouth I want," I said, forgetting about the need to protect myself. "It's you I want to feed with my cum, you fucking slut."

The insult made him stagger as if I slapped him. But it lasted a moment. He liked that, much to my surprise. He wanted me angry, I realized. Because Adrian yearned for control just as much as I did, only that he didn't have the discipline or the inclination to cultivate that special skill on his own. So he wanted me to relinquish control instead.

"I'm a slut?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. His lips twitched in amusement. "Then how about you treat me like one?"

I pushed him to his knees, and he didn't resist. I knew he had the means to fight me if he wanted, so I took his obedience at face value.

Next, I slapped his hand away from my cock and grabbed the thing myself. With one hand, I guided my dick toward his mouth, which he opened eagerly. I pushed inside the wet, warm opening in one go, making him choke in surprise.

I didn't let him catch his breath. Although he squirmed and even hit my thighs with his fists, I grabbed his hair and held him tightly while I started using him like he was my personal blow doll.

He'd be mad at me later, I thought. But Adrian loved to provoke me because there was something about me that irked him to no end, and he wanted to unearth all of that, thinking he could handle it.

At one point, I started using both hands to hold his head and skullfuck him. The muffled sounds he made, his moans, were just too cute. This mistreatment was my doing, but it was his favorite way to enjoy himself at the same time.

I came down his throat, and he swallowed everything to the last drop. I know because I held him there until there was nothing left in my balls.

He got up, red in the face, tears in his eyes, but his lips were stretched into a smile. "You're such an asshole, Jo," he said, and all I could read in his voice at that point was relief.

We were back to whatever status quo he preferred for us for the time being. And I was fine with it because I was willing to give him everything as long as he didn't forget about me.