by Brandon Witt
Alex’s hands tightened on Ridley’s hips and he ignored the plea. Instead, he sucked harder on Ridley’s—to his surprise—still-hard cock.
“Dammit, Alex, enough!” he shouted.
Ridley hissed when the finger in his ass disappeared, but sighed when Alex sat back on his calves.
“Pansyass,” Alex snorted as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
Ridley closed his eyes and rested his head against the door. “Give me a minute and I’ll show you just how pansy I am not,” he gruffed.
Alex began to laugh. Ridley didn’t know what, but something in the tone or maybe it was the smug look on his face had Ridley vibrating. Whatever it was, he was on Alex in a flash and they were rolling around on the floor. He pawed at Alex’s clothes. Alex dug his fingers into Ridley’s bare flesh, both trying to get the upper hand. They crashed into furniture, upending a side table and sending the lamp crashing to the floor, the bulb shattering.
Ridley got Alex’s shirt off and briefly got control of him, straddling his lean hips. “You’re a tough little fucker,” Ridley said wryly. Being smug around Alex wasn’t the best of choices. It ramped him up. It was evident in his blue eyes. They’d gotten darker, and he narrowed them as if he were surprised Ridley had had the balls to challenge him. He liked to challenge Alex. He wanted to see just how far he could push him and how far Alex would take him up on a taunt. When Alex tried to roll him, Ridley anticipated the move and tried to go with it, get enough momentum that they’d continue to roll until he was once again on top. However, his place was small, too much furniture and clutter, and Ridley ended up on his back, smashed against a bookcase with Alex leering down at him.
“I’m tough,” Alex said assuredly and popped the button on his jeans. “And right now I’m going to be the toughest fucker you’ve ever met when I’m shoving my dick up your ass.”
And damn if he didn’t.
Alex had him on the bed, laid out on his back, in minutes. Holy shit, Ridley wasn’t complaining. Alex had a nice long, fat cock, like nine inches and fucking thick. All Ridley could do was lie there, drooling and thrumming with anticipation and honestly a little worried, while Alex rolled on a condom. Ridley was no virgin, far from it. But it had been a while and Alex’s dick was impressive as hell. Ridley knew it was going to hurt, but he was ready for the challenge.
Only Alex made him wait.
Alex kneeled at the foot of the bed, taking his dear sweet time with lubing up his fingers. He kept his gaze on Ridley the whole time, alternating between his eyes and his dick. Ridley couldn’t tell what Alex was thinking, his expression too neutral. Ridley was sure he looked wanton with his legs spread wide, his dick straining and weeping, but he didn’t fucking care. In fact, he was moaning, although he didn’t really know why since Alex wasn’t touching him. Frustration maybe? Ridley knew not to say anything; this was Alex’s game and Ridley was eager to play along. But damn if he didn’t wish Alex would hurry the fuck up.
Alex tossed the lube aside and rubbed his hands together. “Put a pillow beneath your ass and open yourself up.”
Ridley hesitated. He’d never been one to follow orders blindly, so this was a whole new experience for him, albeit a hot one. But it only took a hard glare from Alex and Ridley was doing as he was told. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide, legs in the air like a total whore.
Alex pushed a single finger into Ridley’s ass. He gave no warning, just shoved it deep, and Ridley grunted with the burn. He’d had a dry finger in his ass before and he’d been okay with it, but Christ, he wasn’t expecting Alex to shove it to the hilt and start fucking him hard and fast without giving him time to adjust. Alex held his gaze, seeming to enjoy watching Ridley struggle. Ridley had to admit, he kind of liked it too.
“Can you take another one?”
Ridley wasn’t sure if he could, at least not right at that moment, but he wanted Alex’s dick so fucking bad he was willing to suffer a little to get it sooner. “Only one way to find out.”
The second finger hurt, but again it was more burn than actual pain. What caused his heart to pound hard was the way Alex’s eyes smoldered as he watched his fingers going in and out of Ridley’s ass. He cried out when Alex shoved those thick fingers in hard and deep, but Alex didn’t let that stop him. Nope, he fucked Ridley’s ass even harder until he was grunting and panting and squirming like a fucking madman. Alex obviously was paying more attention to the way Ridley’s cock was as hard as a rock and leaking than to his cries. Alex was right. Ridley liked the edge of pain.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Alex murmured. He leaned in and bit the inside of Ridley’s thigh.
Ridley tried to say thank you, but it came out as a guttural moan as Alex bit and sucked hard on Ridley’s sensitive flesh. He was going to be bruised in the morning and damn his ass was going to be sore, but he didn’t care. Ridley bucked against the pain, bore down on those turning and twisting fingers in his ass. Alex played with Ridley’s ass, completely focused on it. One finger, then two, alternating hands, a thumb, twisting them, hooking his fingers and stabbing at Ridley’s prostate, which made him cry out each and every time. He didn’t even care when Alex added a third. He was so turned on and Alex was practically punching his fingers into him, but holy fuck, the look on Alex’s face was so hot Ridley would have let him shove his whole goddamn arm up there as long as he kept looking at him like that, consequences be damned.
Thankfully he didn’t try more than three because Ridley would have paid for it later. Instead, Alex pulled his fingers out and slapped Ridley hard on the ass. “Roll over, head down, ass up, and grab on to the headboard.”
Ridley rolled instantly into the position Alex directed and waited. Alex didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, but Ridley could feel Alex’s eyes boring into him. He was moaning and humping the air and begging with his body. God, how he wanted Alex to shove his fat cock deep inside him, wanted to feel the sensation of being split wide open. The thought made him whimper and hump harder. But Alex didn’t play by the rules. He took the opportunity the new position allowed and played with Ridley’s ass some more. He slapped it, which made Ridley cry out because it fucking stung, but he also pushed back against Alex’s hand, silently demanding more. Alex gave it. He beat Ridley’s ass, kneaded it, poked it, even bent down and bit it.
Ridley screamed when Alex’s teeth sunk in. “You are one sadistic fucker.”
Alex’s response was to laugh and do it again. He didn’t break the skin, but Jesus fuck, Ridley was going to be bruised and marked and more than likely wouldn’t be able to sit down come morning. Ridley would worry about that when he woke. For now he was riding the edge of pleasure and pain and what a fucking rush it was.
Alex tortured and pleasured Ridley until the pain began to overwhelm him. He tightened his hold on the headboard till his knuckles were white and tears threatened. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Alex to back the fuck off. Alex must have known it too, because suddenly there was a wet tongue licking along his crease. The gentle swipes of Alex’s tongue made him sigh and let him unclench his jaw. Then Alex pushed his tongue in, which felt like a fucking dream in Ridley’s raw ass. Alex dug his fingers into the meaty flesh of Ridley’s ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and buried his face, fucking Ridley hard with his tongue. So much for the reprieve on his jaw. He was once again clenching it, but this time because he was on the verge of coming. Amazing since Alex hadn’t even touched Ridley’s dick. Again, Alex read him like an open book, and just as Ridley was about to blow, he backed off, denied Ridley his tongue and fingers. Ridley groaned both in relief and frustration.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Alex growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”
“Yes please,” Ridley moaned. Or at least that’s what he thought he’d said or tried to say, but he wasn’t sure if what came out could be distinguished as human speech, because Alex was shoving his fat sheathed cock into him at the same time he voiced the warning. Ri
dley sounded more like a fucking animal than human, and then Alex fucked him like one.
It was one of the roughest fucks Ridley had ever experienced. He’d completely misjudged Alex. He was very powerful. The grip he had on Ridley’s hips was like a vise, and not only did Alex plow into him with brute strength, he pulled Ridley back onto that thick cock at the same time. Alex was so fucking deep inside him with each thrust, Ridley could have sworn he was choking on Alex’s cock.
It took a bit, but Ridley found his rhythm and started rocking, clenching his ass, trying to keep Alex inside him. Alex had other plans. He pulled all the way out, wait for Ridley’s asshole to contract, and then he’d slam into him again.
“That’s it,” Alex hissed. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me what a little slut you are.”
Ridley did. He felt dirty and nasty and didn’t care. He held on to the bed to keep from being shoved through it and used it as leverage to slam his ass back with each thrust. He was sweating and cussing; the headboard was slamming into the wall, and he swore the goddamn room was shaking. It wouldn’t have surprised him one bit if Alex fucked him not only through the mattress, but right through the motherfucking floor. Still, when Alex shuddered and came inside him, his shout was so loud Ridley’s ears rang. He wished Alex hadn’t had the condom on because the only thing that would have made it more perfect would have been to feel Alex’s hot spunk filling him, then running down his legs.
For a few minutes Alex lay across Ridley’s back, breathing hard, his face buried in the back of Ridley’s neck. His warm breath felt good, made Ridley shudder. Ridley was still hard, still aching, but he liked having Alex’s weight on him. He liked the fact that Alex was breathing hard and needed a minute to compose himself after fucking him.
Once Alex calmed down and his breathing returned to normal, he nipped at the back of Ridley’s neck and then said, “Roll over.”
Ridley lay back on the pillow. Alex wrapped his fist around Ridley’s cock and held his gaze as he jerked him off. Alex didn’t play with Ridley’s ass this time, which was fine because it fucking hurt, but Alex rolled his balls roughly in his other hand while he tugged on Ridley. Alex’s rhythm was hard and fast as he pumped his cock, fire shining in Alex’s blue eyes, and Ridley knew Alex liked what he saw. He started to stroke harder and harder, tightening his fist till it nearly hurt. Ridley wanted to come so bad his balls were aching, and he was clamping down so hard on his teeth he thought they would shatter.
Alex’s hair was damp, sweat rolling down his face and chest. His softening cock swayed with each movement. And those eyes. Christ the man was so fucking sexy and as impossibly hard as it was to hold on, Ridley didn’t want the moment to end.
But then Alex whispered, “Come.”
Ridley did and holy hell, it was huge. He’d thought he’d come hard when Alex had sucked him off, but this was beyond huge, and Ridley really did see stars like Alex had promised. Alex worked him until he’d pulled every last drop out of him. Ridley closed his eyes and melted into the mattress. He felt Alex leave the bed, but he didn’t know what Alex was doing, too spent to move. His entire body felt like a limp noodle and even his dick had had enough. Ridley pulled the covers up over his head and that was it for his strength.
It surprised Ridley when Alex didn’t bolt; instead, he slid under the covers and snuggled up to Ridley’s side. Alex was a cuddler and Ridley liked that shit.
He wrapped an arm around Alex, completely sated, enjoying the afterglow and Alex’s warmth. Ridley would have sworn not even a nuke could have made him move, but loud banging on the door followed by “Police! Open the door!” had him jumping out of bed.
“Fuck! What the hell do they want?” Ridley growled and snatched up the throw blanket that had ended up halfway beneath his bed. He wrapped it around his waist and swayed on shaky legs to the door. Hand on the knob, Ridley looked back over his shoulder and saw Alex wasn’t going to be any help. He had pulled the covers up over his head, hiding. Fucker.
Ridley looked out the peephole to make sure it wasn’t one of the assholes in the building that liked to pull pranks. But it really was the cops, and he opened the door a crack.
“Can I help you?” Ridley’s voice came out like a rasp, his throat raw from screaming.
“Good evening, sir. We’ve gotten a complaint about the noise. Everything okay?”
“Uh, um, yeah,” Ridley stuttered. “Sorry about the noise we were just umm… you know.” He shrugged.
“The caller said there was fighting going on. Is there anyone here with you, sir?”
“Yes. But we weren’t fighting.”
The one officer looked at the other; both had their hands close to their guns. What the hell? He just wanted to go lay his sore ass down, snuggle, and relax. Instead, he had the fucking cops ready to draw their weapons. Jesus!
“I’m going to need you to open the door, sir.”
“For what?” Ridley asked. “I just said we weren’t fighting. If you must know we were fucking.” He didn’t even trying to hide his irritation.
The big officer with Franks imprinted on his badge arched a brow, but he didn’t move his hand away from his gun. “Sir, I’m going to have to insist that you open the door.”
“Fine!” Ridley threw open the door but didn’t move out of the way to allow them entrance. They could see the lump in his bed easily from the door. “See—we were fucking and we’re done so I’ll be sure to keep the noise down.”
“Ma’am, are you okay?” Franks asked, pushing his way past Ridley.
Alex didn’t take the covers from his face, but he did sneak an arm out and hold a thumb up. “I’m good,” he snickered, his voice low and scratchy and so not that of a chick.
The one officer who hadn’t said a word coughed, and Ridley caught him covering his mouth, trying not to laugh. The other one’s eyes got so big Ridley thought they were going to pop out of his head, and he took a step back.
“Oh…. Alrighty, then,” he stammered. “Just keep it down and….” He shook his head. “Please don’t make me come back here tonight.” He stormed off down the hall without looking back.
The smaller officer—Ridley didn’t get a look at his badge—winked at him and gave a thumbs-up before he followed his partner.
Ridley shut the door and Alex just started fucking howling. He grabbed onto his gut as he laughed his damn fool head off. Ridley couldn’t help but laugh right along with him. Officer Franks’s expression when he realized the ma’am was actually a sir had been priceless. Plus it had been a first. Being fucked so hard the cops had to come and check on him was fucking epic. The thought made Ridley laugh even harder.
Ridley joined Alex under the covers and pulled him close. “I scream, you scream, the police come. It’s awkward,” Ridley recited from a post he’d seen on his Twitter. It was totally appropriate.
Alex hooted again, shook the whole damn bed with it. Ridley was pretty sure Alex was still laughing when he drifted off. It was pretty fucking hilarious.
BEING A light sleeper, Ridley was surprised to find himself alone the next morning. Obviously he’d been out cold. He had neither heard nor felt Alex leave the bed, but when Ridley looked around the room, it was only his own clothes on the floor. Ridley rubbed at his eyes and started to sit up but yelped and slumped back down on the mattress when his ass reminded him with searing pain that it wasn’t a good idea just yet.
Ridley cautiously moved his fingers and toes, working his way around his body, taking in a damage assessment. His legs were a little sore, hips a little more so, but it was his chest, the area around the nipples, that had him a little concerned. He shoved the covers down and gasped. His chest was covered with dark hickeys and teeth marks. There was a deep purple spot above his belly button and some wicked bruises on his hips. His dick was coated with a nasty crust of dried cum and looked a lot smaller than it normally did in the morning, almost like it was trying to hide inside for fear Ridley might actually want to use it again. But it was his ass
that had taken the brunt of Alex’s aggression. He’d be feeling Alex for days.
It took a while—along with lots of groaning, cursing and wincing—but he finally made it to the shower. As he washed his sore and aching body—there might have been tears in his eyes when he washed his dick and ass—Ridley was glad Alex had snuck out. He wasn’t sure how he would have handled Alex seeing him crying like a little sissy. Okay that was probably a little dramatic, but it did really fucking hurt.
He used exceptional care when drying off and knew there was no way he could handle wearing jeans, so instead he slipped into a pair of old, worn sweats and took in the wreck of a room. He wasn’t about to clean it up, not with the throbbing pain in his ass and chest, but he did smirk while his coffee brewed as he remembered how the room had ended up looking like a tornado had touched down in the center of it. A tornado by the name of Alex Firestone.
It took a couple days to actually do more than lounge around and watch TV, but slowly the ass-tearing pain gave way to a nice dull ache, and the glutton for punishment he was, he found himself wanting a repeat performance. But Alex hadn’t bothered to come by and worse, he hadn’t responded to Ridley’s text messages.
Ridley wasn’t a cling-on and he hadn’t been expecting flowers or any such shit, but he was slightly irritated that Alex couldn’t be bothered to reply to a simple text of “hello.” Funny, Ridley was usually the one who didn’t call back or return messages. He didn’t like complications and understood fucking was fucking. However, Alex was different, no matter how much Ridley tried to convince himself otherwise. Logically, he knew they had both gotten what they wanted—to get laid. The best damn lay you’ve ever had.
Ridley snatched his phone from the nightstand and checked it for the twentieth time since he’d gotten up. Fuck, he was turning into such a schoolgirl, a fact driven home when his chest tightened and his gut rolled in disappointment.
“Ugh!” He flopped down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Obviously his thick skull wasn’t getting the message—the guy wanted nothing more to do with him. Ridley needed to get out of the apartment before he drove himself nuts.
