His Undoing

by Grace, Aria

  “I like you too, Maggie.” I did like her. A lot. But, there was no avoiding the fact that I didn’t feel any of the passion toward her that she deserved. But, that was a conversation for another time.

  I lay still on her bed as she curled into me and fell asleep. Once I was sure that she was passed out, I extracted myself from her arms and got dressed. It was still fairly early and there were several groups of people hanging out downstairs when I walked out.

  I felt like it was a walk of shame but based on the whistles and comments I heard on my way out, I guess some people felt otherwise.

  Chapter 7

  Walking back to my dorm, I was stuck in my head, as usual. When I heard rustling between two buildings, I was startled but didn’t look up until I heard a low cry.

  “Help, anyone, I need help.” I strained to see who was calling but it was too dark so I rushed to the alley to see what was going on. There was a guy hunched over a trash can.

  “Hey, man, are you okay?” I pulled out my phone to call 911 when he suddenly stood up and knocked it out of my hand.

  “Mikey. It’s great to see you again.” That voice. I’d heard it before. It was the same terrifying voice that haunted my sleep. He was my attacker. The one that pulled down my pants and planned to ‘teach me a lesson.’

  Before I could run or scream, I felt his huge fist pound into my stomach. I was doubled over but determined to stay conscious. I needed to remember his face and be able to identify him to the police...assuming he let me live this time. He grabbed one shoulder and pulled me up the wall of the building.

  “Don’t make a sound or this will be much worse...” His threat was cut off as he was thrown into the wall beside me. Brett quickly assessed my state before pounding into the giant now crumpled at my feet.

  Brett kicked the guy in his side before rolling him over. He froze when he finally got a look at the asshole. “Steve, you mother fucker. What the fuck are you doing?” Brett grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up the wall, dragging him to the other side of the alley.

  They argued for a few moments and Brett punched him a few more times. By the way the guy was leaning to one side, I guessed he had a few cracked ribs of his own.

  “Mike, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked leaving the guy unconscious in a heap.

  “Yeah, I dropped my phone. Can I use yours to call the police?”

  “Of course. But, I know him. He’s sort of an ex. He followed me here but I think now he understands that we are really over.”

  Seeing my phone under a small box, I picked it up and was relieved when the screen lit up.

  “You dated that dude? Was he a psycho freak back then too?”

  “Kinda. I mean, no he wasn’t. He takes meds but I guess he’s off them right now. Listen, I know you want to call the cops, and if you do I’ll support you 100%...but honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary. I told him I’d be talking to his folks and they’ll make him come home and get him straightened out. When he’s taking his meds, he’s pretty normal.”

  “But…” I wasn’t even sure what he meant. “Are you saying you don’t think I should call the police? He tried to kill me. Twice!”

  He ran his hand through his hand through his hair in an uncharacteristic sign of confusion.

  “I’m just saying that if you don’t call the cops, I promise to make sure he gets home and gets treated. His parents are big shots down in L. They are very aware of his ‘tendencies’ when he isn’t medicated and they wouldn’t want to draw any negative attention to themselves. If it were just him, I’d say sue the shit out of him. But they are good people that will take care of. You’ll be safe now. I promise.”

  He put his fingers to my temple to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. Satisfied that I was okay, he nudged me forward to the main street. We walked side by side, in silence for a moment before I had to get my questions answered.

  “So, why me? Why would he think that we are together?”

  “I don’t know. I guess he saw us hanging out and knows that I don’t usually hang out with guys so...publicly. He must have made some assumptions since we always go to breakfast together. I’m so sorry. I had no idea he was capable of something like this.”

  He stopped walking and turned me to face him, worry lines covering his perfectly chiseled face.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you feel dizzy at all?” He rubbed my bicep for a moment, then let go.

  “I’m fine.” I nudged him forward and we resumed walking. “How did you find me?”

  “I was at the party when you walked out. I didn’t want you walking alone so I decided to follow you home.” I hung my head as shame for my helplessness engulfed me.

  “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s my fault that this happened. I’m just glad I arrived before anything worse happened.”

  I nodded my head but kept my eyes on the ground. The resolve I felt earlier was slowing starting to break down. I wasn’t sure I could go through with the next stage of my plan after this added humiliation.

  When we got to our room, I went straight to my computer chair and fell into it. Brett sat on the edge of his bed, across from me.

  “So, how was it?” he asked quietly.

  It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Maggie. I had already forgotten one of the major milestones of my life. Not a good sign.

  “Um...fine. She said it was amazing. But, she was drunk,” I said with a smile while still avoiding eye contact. It was almost comical the way the whole thing went down.

  Always the supportive friend, he tapped my ankle with his foot. “Amazing, hunh? I knew you were a stud. Nice.”

  I just shrugged, not really sure if I should go into further detail. I almost didn’t want him to know what I did. But, on the other hand, I didn’t want to keep anything from him.

  “Well, was it amazing for you too?” he asked in a lower voice.

  I finally found the nerve to look into his eyes. His smile had been replaced with a more stoic expression. There appeared to be so much conflict in his features but I couldn’t ease any of it.

  “It was fine, I guess. It was my first time...” I’m sure he knew I was a virgin but I’d never actually admitted it until then.

  “I finished, if that is any indication of success.”

  He laughed quietly. “Well, I guess that’s one indication. Was it what you expected?”

  “Yeah, it was exactly what I expected. I just think my, I don’t know, tastes have changed, maybe.”

  I looked away again, too ashamed to see his reaction. He had to know what I meant but I wasn’t ready for his rejection and I wasn’t able to keep my feelings to myself any longer.

  I was too tightly wound after everything I’d learned and experienced in the previous 24 hours. I just needed to lay it all out and move on. One way or another.

  “What do you mean?” He hooked his foot under the wheel of my desk chair and slid me closer to him. His knees just barely touched mine but the proximity to him had my stomach in knots.

  I’d never felt this way with Maggie...even when her bare nipples were rubbing against mine. How could his knee create such a visceral reaction?

  “She is pretty and sexy...but she felt too soft. Does that make sense? I kept comparing her body to...” I couldn’t say it. I didn’t want to admit my feelings in case they were completely one sided. And why wouldn't they be one sided?

  Now that I had met his ex, who was a roided out jock, it was clear to me that I was not what he was usually attracted to. And, in the few months we’d been roommates, he’d never indicated that he was interested in me in that way.

  Well, except for bringing home that guy that kinda looked like me the night before. That seemed to be a turning point for both of us.

  “Comparing her to what?” he pressed. “You know you can tell me anything.” His eyes were begging me to say what I wanted to say...so I went for it.

  “You.”

  I barely made a sound but it was out there. I c
ould see the hints of a smile on his face so I continued.

  “I kept wondering what your chest would feel like under my fingertips. What it would be like for you to touch me.” I paused to take a deep breath. “I wanted it to be you.”

  He put both hands on my knees and pulled me fully against the bed with both of his thighs cradling mine. It felt like electricity was flowing from his hands into my body. I was fully aware of every molecule of his body that was touching mine. I wanted to be closer to him and feel his hard body over every inch of mine.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you’re not ready for. You just barely lost your virginity to a woman. Maybe you need some time to work through that?”

  “No. I don’t need more time. I feel something when I’m with you. Something I’ve never really felt before.” Definitely not what I felt with Maggie. “I think it’s....lust.” I looked down at his hands and placed my fingers above his.

  “Look at me,” he said in a husky whisper. He leaned forward and when his mouth was just an inch away from mine, he said, “Can I kiss you?”

  I nodded and closed my eyes. He moved slowly and when his lips finally made contact with mine all of the fear and confusion that I’d been feeling evaporated.

  I was exactly where I wanted to be with the right person this time. I felt the heat of that kiss pulse through my very core. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. My free hand dug into Brett’s short hair and my casted arm rested on his hip where my fingers found the hem on his shirt and brushed his smooth skin beneath. Every nerve was lit up with the energy between the two of us.

  “Are you really sure? I’ve wanted this for a long time, but if this is new for you, maybe we should wait until you’ve had more time to think?” I shook my head.

  Leaning forward, he gently pulled me on top of him as he lay back on the bed. With my elbows planted on both sides of his head, he grinned up at me.

  “So you couldn’t resist my boyish charms, I see.”

  “Shut up.” I crushed my lips on his and kissed him deeply. His hands were under my shirt and it was off my head before we were ready to breathe. I could feel the trail of fire his fingers left as he dragged them up and down my bare back.

  His gentle caress was like being wrapped in velvet. I moaned when his fingers found the waistband of my jeans and slipped inside.

  “We need these off...now,” he said, tugging on my jeans. I nodded as he reached in front and unbuckled my jeans. I was nuzzled into his neck and licking the smooth skin under his ear. He was delicious.

  He nudged me up at the hips when he pushed down my jeans and I stood up enough to shake them off, along with my shoes and socks. I was completely exposed to another person for the first time in my adult life.

  It was terrifying and liberating. He looked at me with a passion that I’d never witnessed before and had only recently experienced myself. Standing next to me, he pulled off his own clothes. I could finally admire his body without shame. He displayed himself for me to see. To touch. To feel.

  He leaned down to kiss me softly on the side of my mouth. His lips moved up my jaw and he let his tongue brush against my ear as he exhaled, causing my whole body to convulse.

  I thought my knees might give out from the intensity of just having our naked bodies so close to each other. He wrapped both arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck while he lifted me just enough to turn and duck into his bed.

  After laying me down, he hopped up for a moment to get some supplies from his top drawer. I hated the loss of his warmth but he was back quickly. He kneeled on the floor and positioned my body so I was perpendicular to the bed with my feet on the ground. Brett leaned over me and kissed my mouth again. I could feel his solid erection against my leg and my own seemed to grow even harder. I had never been so aroused or in need in my life.

  I was in a state of tormented bliss as his hands and mouth explored every inch of my body. When his large hand wrapped around my cock, I felt the surge of excitement shoot directly into my belly. He curled his fingers around my length and stroked up and down. I tried to reach him but with his knees on the ground, I couldn’t. I let out a frustrated moan and he chuckled softly. “Is there something I can help you with?”

  “I want to feel you too,” I whined. He lifted me longwise on the bed and lay next to me. Our bodies were aligned so I could look into his eyes and see the passion that was building as he took me into his hands again. I tentatively reached between his legs and touched the tip with my fingers. He was moist and smooth and...perfect. I rubbed the moisture into his skin and the slight stickiness made me want more.

  I slid the palm of my hand down his shaft and cupped his balls. They were large and hard and I couldn’t help rolling them around in my hand. He moaned and tilted into me, as if encouraging me to keep going. I remembered what that guy did to him and I wanted to try it.

  Moving my lips from his mouth, I kissed down his chin and neck until I found his solid chest. His muscles were tense under his smooth skin and I loved how it felt under my tongue as I tasted down his body. When I got to his belly button, I let my tongue dip in and flick around. His hips thrust forward into my shoulders so I knew he liked the contact as much as I was.

  When my face was aligned between his legs, I gasped at what I saw. He was thicker and longer than me but perfectly shaped. His proportions were exactly right for his large body and I wanted to taste him. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently took his head into my mouth. The salty drops I found were delicious. I’d never tasted my own come before but his was delectable. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

  I felt bold enough to go deeper. I pushed lower so at least half of his dick was in my mouth. I couldn’t go any further so I used my hand to make up the difference.

  I used the moisture from my mouth to lubricate my hand and I got into a brisk rhythm. I was pumping up and down his shaft with my hand meeting my lips with each thrust. When his movements became more fevered, he grabbed my shoulders and roughly pulled me back up to his mouth.

  While lapping my mouth and face with wet kisses, he said, “I want you inside of me.” I hadn’t fully considered the logistics of how this would play out but it sounded pretty good to me.

  “Okay.” I nodded while lying back on the bed and letting him lick my neck while he hurriedly gathered the supplies that were at the foot of the bed. He pulled up enough so that I could see him roll a condom onto me. It was much hotter watching him do it than Maggie and it felt amazing. My night with her seemed like ages ago, even though it had really only been a few hours. But it was like that was just an amuse bouche and this was the entree, dessert and after dinner drinks all rolled into one.

  He squirted some of the lube from the purple tube into his hand and rubbed it up and down my sheathed cock. I worried I might come right then but I held out. I wanted to experience it all.

  When he was satisfied that I was ready, more than ready, he straddled my legs and leaned down to kiss me again. His movements were gentle. I could feel the heat in his tightly wound body but he was exercising herculean control in his gestures.

  He positioned my tip at his spread opening and lightly pressed down. I didn’t break through but I was locked in position and ready. He kissed me deeply, rolling his tongue fully through my mouth as he pushed down onto me. I broke through his barrier and slipped right in. He was tight and hot and I wanted that moment to last forever. He tensed above me and moaned.

  “Is this okay?” I asked quietly. I was worried about hurting him and didn’t want to ruin the moment by doing it wrong.

  “Ugh,” he groaned. “You feel amazing. I want you deeper. Are you okay?”

  He opened his eyes to make sure I was still good. My wide grin and the wiggle of my hips was enough to assure him that I was ready. He pushed back and fully sat in my lap. I squeezed my legs together so my balls were crushed between his ass and my thighs.

  The pressure was deep and intense. He lifted up and I watche
d my cock emerge from his ass in astonishment. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, before or since. Watching my cock spear him, in slow motion, is a movie that will play in my mind during every fantasy I ever have for the rest of my life.

  As his strokes became shorter and faster, he reached forward and grabbed his own dick. I quickly squirted some of the lube on my good hand and covered the lower part of his cock with my fist. His hand worked the top and mine worked the bottom while we moved in perfect synchronicity.

  The sensations of being inside of him and having my hand wrapped around him quickly took over my body. The orgasm that I was trying to prolong snuck up on me and before I realized it, I was bucking deep into him, spewing my seed into his ass.

  Feeling my release, he let go as well and shot come in a perfect stream that covered my chest and chin. I stroked him until I knew he was drained and then I rubbed my fingers in his hot cream.

  One by one, I slid my fingers into my mouth to suck in every drop of his juice. He watched my movements in fascination.

  When I swirled my fingers on my chest again to finish my clean up job, he grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth. He sucked each of my fingers clean of his come and I could feel myself getting hard again.

  I pulled out of him to remove the condom and wipe up a little with my shirt. Shifting to the side, Brett pulled my back against his hard but drained body. Spooning around me, he slipped his cock between my closed thighs and let it rest there. His thick arm wrapped around my body and took my hardening shaft into his hand again.

  He held it firmly. Slightly pulsing his grip to give enough stimulation to feel good without being rushed. I could feel him lengthening against my balls and the base of my cock and was fully erect within seconds.

  “What are you thinking?” he whispered into my ear.

  “That this was the best night of my life. Well, everything after we got back into the room.” I felt his smile against my neck and he nipped my skin with his teeth.