Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.”

I try to envision it, bending Theo’s lithe body over and pushing my way inside his tight hole, and my dick twitches in my pants. And then, when I reverse the roles, and I’m the one bent over and taking it up the ass, my dick leaps to attention.

Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.

Curie never moved from her spot on the bed, but now her leg is straight up in the air, and she’s licking her butthole. She’s probably just reminding me that soon my butthole is going to be wrecked by her human’s monster dick. Thanks, asshole cat.

Who eats a whole fucking cucumber in one day? Finn, that’s who. But it’s probably a good thing he did; I was going to do awful things to it.

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

He suddenly pushes himself up and stands in front of me, his fingers reaching out and brushing against my cheek, and my skin positively flames. I’m standing too close to the sun right now; I’m going to get burned.

“Look at you stuffed full of me,” he says, one of his fingers tracing my upper lip. He fucks down my throat again, and I swallow. “Such a fucking cock slut,” he mutters. “You don’t even gag.” I hum around him, my dick happy from the praise, and his eyes roll back slightly in his head, his hips thrusting faster.

“Yeah, I’m dumb. Couldn’t tell time.” Theo eyes me and then opens the door a little more. “Logan—” “Nah, I know what you meant. Can’t take it back now. I’m just a dumb jock, right?” I try for lighthearted but I know it comes out as passive-aggressive. Yeah, so he for sure hurt my feelings. I’m sensitive like that.

“You’d want that?” Theo says. “To take my ass? Bend me over and tunnel up inside of me. I’d take you so good, Logan.”

“Are you…crying?’ “I never cry. I’m a man.” Lies, I cry all the fucking time—just blubber on and on—usually in a locked bathroom with my fist in my mouth,