Free Victim of Love by Darien Cox

a chuckle. “The way you tell the truth?”
    That got me a wide grin. “Life isn’t gonna hand you things, Olsen. If you see something you like...” Fingers drifted up my thigh, over the hem of my shorts. His lips moved to my ear. “You have to be a man and take it.”
    My stomach trembled, body on sensory overload, making me short of breath. And devoid of words.
    Beck leaned back and looked me in the eye. “Nothing to say now? You were so chatty a moment ago.”
    “What do you want me to say?”
    “Tell the truth,” he whispered.
    “I...I don’t know what the truth is,” I managed.
    “Yes, you do.” His fingers drifted higher, close to my hip. “Say it.”
    The spicy scent of him flooded me. The only thing saving me from complete abandon was that stubborn part deep inside that hated losing control of myself. Ignoring my pounding heart and throbbing cock, I grabbed his chin. “You want my truth? Give me yours first, Beck.”
    His smile was sly, eyes darting to my lips before meeting my challenging stare. “What is it you want to hear?” His fingers were still toying with me, making little circles just below my hip. “You want to hear that I prefer sausage to biscuits?” He pressed closer to me, then shoved me hard into the wall, making me gasp when his body made full contact. My hand fell from his face as I went limp, losing the fight.
    His lips moved to my other ear. “Or do you want me to tell you I didn’t really have a blackout last night. And that I could fill a trophy case with the boners I’ve had thinking about that kiss.”
    A small groan escaped me, but I managed to push out the words, “So you lied.”
    “Yes, Olsen. I lied.”
    “Because your sister doesn’t—”
    “My sister doesn’t need to know everything I do. I also snorted a line of coke one time off the hipbone of a drag queen called Starlight in Vegas. I didn’t tell her about that, either.”
    “So you’re comparing liking guys to snorting coke.”
    “It’s your turn.” Now he grabbed my chin, his pretty eyes boring into me. “Tell the truth. Why did you come here tonight? Why did you come to my room?”
    Those eyes had me paralyzed. I could feel his hardness through the soft material of my shorts.
    “Say it. Say ‘Beck, I followed you to your room because...’”
    “I...”
    “Say it,” he whispered.
    “I followed you to your room because...”
    He nodded. “Go on.”
    “Because...”
    “Because you wanted my hands on you?” His fingers released my chin, trailing down my neck and over my shoulder.
    I stared back at him. I was starting to sweat.
    He gave me another small shove against the wall, pinning me. “ Say it.” His hand drifted to my inner thigh then dragged upward, palming my erection.
    “Shit,” I hissed. “Okay.”
    His touch traveled lower and cupped my balls, then slowly up again, tracing the line of my erection, weakening me with pleasure. “Okay, what?”
    I could hardly breathe, much less talk. “I followed you to your room because I wanted your hands on me,” I huffed out in a single breath.
    “And the truth shall set you free.” He tugged open my fly and his hand dipped inside my briefs. “So this is what you wanted?”
    My eyelids fluttered and I moaned as he gripped my cock and stroked it fast, making me see stars. Was this what I wanted? No! This isn’t me. I want kissing and foreplay and long getting to know you conversations and... “Yes,” I growled. “God, yes. This is what I wanted.”
    Beck breathed heavily against my neck as he jerked me like his life depended on it. “You wanted my hands on you? On your cock?”
    All the blood had left my brain, so I simply mumbled, groaning.
    “You only had to ask,” he whispered, nipping my ear with his teeth as he stroked me faster. “You only had to say to me, Beck, I want you to grab my cock and jerk me off ‘til I come all over your hand.”
    “Oh, fuck .”
    The back of my head hit the wall as my spine arched. Orgasm