Bad Wrong Things

by C.P. Harris

“It’ll never be a nonissue. Don’t go. Make up a bullshit excuse.”

“You don’t want me to do that, Raven, because then we wouldn’t ha...

“...

“...

“Maybe I am...

“Come here,”

“No,”

“How could you think I’d ever want anyone else?”

“How could you think I’d want anything but this?”

“I said no. Are you going to fuck me anyway, Clint?”

“...

“...

“Because it’s been too long since I took something without a care for what anyone else wanted. Because I can’t un-remember how much I...

“Are you going to let me, Raven?”

“Yes.”

“...

“Because I need you to. I need you to take what you want without giving a fuck.”

“I know,”

“I see you, ...

And I se...

Didn’t take long for my doorknob to jiggle, then came the knock, followed by my name seeping like a plea through the crack at the bottom of the door. I’d come close to letting him in. But I didn’t.

I couldn’t sleep without him, and more importantly, I didn’t want to. And with every passing minute, my reason for torturing us both slipped from my grasp. Yet when he returned, his knock now a pounding, I said nothing. I didn’t make a move.

I jolted upright when the boom of the door being kicked off its hinges rang out. It dangled inward, needing nothing more than a s...

Clint and his nudity filled the frame, huffing and puffing before charging at me with a wide, angry gait. I’d only seen him that upset once.

Not cliff kicking the door down butt ass naked lmao

“You sleep with me, or you don’t sleep at all.”

“Don’t—!” I shouted, uselessly fighting as he manhandled me into a fireman’s hold.

“I know. Don’t pick you up unless it’s to fuck you against a wall.”

“I’m about to rectify that ...

He swiped a bottle of lube off the roof of the fridge on his war path, pumping impatient fingers into me as I hung, h...

“First, I’m gonna fuck you until I say it’s time to stop,”

“Then you’re gonna tell me where the fuck you’ve been and why you weren’t answering my calls tonight.”

“Want me to stop?”

“I called in an owed favor by the club owner. From the privacy of his office, I monitored you through the two-way mirror. That’s where I was tonight. I rode for a while after, ignoring your calls, to make you pay.”

Ooooft we luv toxic men

“You did what?”

“I wanted to fucking rip her away from you. I was bitter and angry and threatened. And I wanted to cause a scene big enough to make you all those things, too. To make it clear that you were mine. I wanted to force you to drag me out of there spitting and screaming. You would’ve gotten me alone, and my no would’ve meant no that time because I would’ve been so fucking enraged. An...

“Why-why didn...

“I’m sore.”

“You can take me,”

“I ca...

I didn’t want to be fixed, I wanted to be loved for my brokenness.

“You’re doing everything right, Clint. Keep doing what you’ve been doing.” He turned in my arms, his palms flat against my chest, fingers digging. “I’m fucking done,” he said tiredly. “The pain isn’t done with me yet, but I’m fucking done with it. With her.”

“I’m not in the mood, Clint.”

I continued to tear until I had the fabric balled up in my hand.

“Cl...

“Too bad, cause I’m taking it, anyway.”

“Don’t fight me, sweetheart.”

I began an unyielding jacking of his cock. “That’s it,” I whispered into his ear, as he frantically shook his head.

“Ugh,”

he grunted around the cloth, the air scissoring in and out of his nose noisily. He clenched his cheeks together when my hand slid toward his opening.

“Suit yourself.” I dug my fingers into his hip, raised and unsteadily lowered him onto my throbbing erection. He released a half moan, half cry, his ...