I was sitting on the bench untying my laces when he came through the door, and I said no before he even said anything.
He hadn’t even looked at me yet. But I knew what he wanted. I say no, he doesn’t listen. Best word I know.
“Not today,” I said, playing coy, pulling my shoe off. “I’m tired.”
The look he gave me was dark. He dropped his bag in the kitchen and came back like he was stalking something, and I should have remembered that I’m terrible at this game because I was already getting hard just from the way he was moving.
“Really,” I said, standing up to play the part. “I said no.”
He backed me against the wall by my throat, his hand spread across my neck like a promise. His other hand went to my waistband and he pulled my shorts down without waiting for permission I wasn’t going to give anyway.
I tried to push against his chest like I meant it and he grabbed both my wrists, pinned them above my head one-handed. His cock was out and he was already pushing into me and I couldn’t even form words that sounded like objections.
“Say it again,” he said, already moving, already thrusting deep while I lost the fight he wanted me to lose.
I’m not sure who started kissing who but his mouth was on mine and I was wrapping my legs around him and saying no, no, no between kisses until he came and made me say yes.
Still haven’t untied the other shoe.
