How the night changes

ZAYN

Watching the man I fancied years ago suck me off wasn’t how I thought our meeting would be. I expected a reaction from him but then he had always been that way, nonchalant and uncaring. Even when I had hit him with the news of our breakup, his reaction stayed the same.

He turned around, and disappeared into the night. We never heard from each other ever since that day.

“Ahhh,” A deep moan escaped my lips as I thrust deeper into his mouth, my hands grabbing his head as I shoved my dick deeper into his throat.

He gagged, his eyes red as I kept thrusting but despite my force, despite his teary eyes, he kept going, not struggling and I could almost feel my manhood going numb.

A scoff escaping from my lips, I pushed him off me, disbelief crossing my features. “Do you enjoy it that much?” I questioned, my fists clenched at my sides. “So you’ve become used to this and you don’t even care if I tear your throat with my dick.”

My voice was harsh and what even made it worse was the impassive look on his face. Time had changed, it had truly changed and Rome had changed with it.

This wasn’t the innocent boy I knew years ago.

“Mr. Sanchez,” He called, standing up to his feet as he wiped his mouth. His voice was now hoarse and his lips were quivering even though he was trying to hide any sign of discomfort. “I heard you paid quite a lot so I could spend the night with you. You aren't the first person and probably you won't be the last.”

I let out a disbelieving chuckle, my eyes searching his face for any sign of vulnerability. “So you don’t hide the fact that you are a slut now. Was this how you were when we dated?”

His face was neutral as ever. “Is this how you go around paying a huge sum of money to boys to sleep with them when we are dating?”

He laughed, walking away from me and towards the bed. He crossed his legs, gazing at me as if he was trying to decipher what I was thinking. “Wait, do you still love me?”

Do I still love him?

A laugh escaped my lips as I repeated his words in my mind. Love? Is that word still available in my dictionary? More like I want to torture him, I want him to regret ever leaving me, scarring the man I was years ago.

I wasn’t the man I was years ago, the version of me would have hugged him, kissed him but all this new version of me wants right now is to make Rome regret how he left years ago!

“Love?” I repeated the same words in my mind, walking towards the bed. His legs were still crossed and his lips were trembling.

He was scared. I could see it. I could feel it. Despite his mask, despite that cold indifference he was trying so damn hard to wear, I knew him too well. His lips quivered ever so slightly, his breath uneven as if he was fighting to hold onto something—his composure, his pride, maybe even a piece of the man I used to know.

I took a slow step toward him, watching his eyes track me, waiting for what I’d do next. He didn’t answer me when I asked about love, but I could tell by the way his body tensed that he was waiting for something—an answer, a reaction, maybe even a decision on my part.

“Do I still love you, Rome?” I asked, the words leaving my lips like a mockery. Love? What did that even mean anymore? I barely recognize myself in this version of me, so what the hell was love?

His lips parted, but no words came out. He was trying to hide it, I could tell. His calm, impassive mask was cracking, but I wasn’t sure whether it was for me or for himself.

I leaned down, my face close to his, my breath hot against his skin. "No, Rome," I said softly, feeling the words crawl up my throat, unbidden. "I don't love you anymore. That being said, I still want my cock in your ass.”

Rome's eyes widened at my brutal honesty, but before he could respond, I sealed his lips with mine. My tongue pushed into his mouth, rough and demanding, claiming him as if for the very first time.

His legs encircled me, his hips rubbing against my crotch while our tongues competed for supremacy.

He pulled away suddenly, his eyes wide with shock as if he hadn't expected it. "I paid a huge sum of money for this, Roth," I said with a laugh, "and I will not leave until I fuck you till you faint."

He returned my smirk with a challenge in his eyes. "Is that all you've got? You know damn well I can take more than that.”

I smiled, removing his robe to reveal his pale face and body. "Turn around, your hands on the bed with your butt pushed out," I ordered him and I could see him trying to mask that disbelief and horror.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and did as I commanded. I paused to admire the sight of his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his full asschecks round and ready to take a beating.

My hand slapped hard against his flesh, leaving a reddening mark. I knew how much he loved it rough, so why hold back? I wanted him to feel every bit of what was coming next.

The smack echoed through the room, mingling with his sharp intake of breath. I snarled, "Spread yourself open," in a lustful voice.

"Aren't you going to use the lubricant?" His question came out of nowhere.

"I am not going to treat you delicately, Roth. This is about us fucking our pain away, nothing more." My palm cracked against his cheeks again, and again until they were both a fiery red, marked with my fingers.

Despite my slapping him, he simply stood there, absorbing everything, trying to conceal his shame. Without thinking twice, I positioned myself in front of his pink hole.

I pushed past those taut rings of muscle and pressed against his puckered entrance, my cock already slick with precum.

Smirking, I rammed into him roughly.

"FUCK!" he screamed, his entire body tensing as my shaft stretched him open. I grasped his hip tightly, slamming my cock deep inside his tight asshole, bottoming out with each thrust.

He moaned loudly, his body trembling as he adjusted to the sudden invasion. I grabbed his hair tightly in one hand, pulling back on it while my other hand gripped his shoulder, digging into his flesh.

Rome grunted, his voice ragged from panting as I set an unforgiving pace, slapping against his ass over and over.

"Fuck... fuck... f-f-fuck..." Rome stuttered, trying desperately to form coherent words between gasps. I groaned, my cock throbbing inside him.

His back arched as I drove into him, knuckles white from gripping his hips. "Shit, your cunt's so tight! You weren't kidding when you said you could take it, huh?" I panted, sliding in and out of him roughly.

He whimpered when I hit his prostate, pressing down on him until he couldn't move. I fucked him relentlessly, my grip tight enough to bruise his soft flesh, slamming my dick into him with punishing strokes.

Withdrawing almost completely, I gripped his hips tighter, lifting him onto my thighs. "Get on your knees," I snarled, shoving him forward.

His eyes were red as he obeyed me even in his haggard state, he glared at me defiantly. I couldn't help but let out a scoff. He would really do anything for the money even though I had just fucked him without preparing him first. Well, then he better be ready for what's coming next.

"Crawl to the edge of the bed," I demanded, slapping his ass roughly once more. His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson, his breath hitching in his chest.

Rome crawled towards the edge of the king-size bed, his knees sinking into the plush mattress. His chest was heaving, small beads of sweat trickling down his back.

"Now bend over the side of the bed, grab onto the sheets and stick that ass out," I rasped, my voice heavy with desire.

Rome bent at the waist, grabbing onto the silken sheets with both hands, arching his back so his ass was high in the air.

"Hmm, good boy," I praised mockingly, positioning myself behind him. "Stay still now, and let me do all the work."

"Good thing we don't need lube anymore, isn't it?" I taunted, spitting into my palm and smearing it over my cock. Grabbing his hip, I lined up with his gaping hole and shoved my way inside without warning.

"Fuck!" He cried out and this time I could swear I heard his voice crack a little.

It drives me insane how quickly the night changes, and fucking Rome after all these years was finally crossed off my bucket list.