Page 33 of Bent, Not Broken

“Hold still,” I whispered, gripping at his upper arms. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself to prove a point, Polunin.”

“I wasn’t.” But he winced, and I shook my head at his stubbornness. I kissed him again, more gently than I usually would have, and he leaned into me, his eyes shutting. I slid my fingers along his smooth jaw and cupped his cheek, and his eyelids fluttered open and he stared at me. He tilted his head, leaning into my palm, and fuck if my heart didn’t skip a stupid beat.

“Evan….”

I gritted my teeth and sucked in a breath between them at the weird sound of my name on his lips.

“Fuck me.” He sounded so desperate, not like the cocky bastard I knew, and my chest rattled with each breath I took.

Removing my hand from his cheek, I grasped his hips again and steadied my feet on the floor, getting into the best position I could find. Then I fucked up into him hard and fast. I didn’t slow my pace, no matter how much I had the urge to take it easy and penetrate him deep. This was fucking. That’s all.

He gripped at my shoulders, his head falling back. His knees dug into the couch cushions beside me, and he helped me, rising and falling to meet my thrusts. We settled into the wild rhythm we were used to, but no matter how good it felt with him riding me, I needed more. I wanted to dominate him in every way.

I curled my arms around his waist and held on to his smaller body as I forced myself to my feet. It was a struggle to stand, but he held on to my neck and rocked his weight with my movements to help us rise. I turned, resting one of my feet on the couch while holding him against my chest. His back smacked the cushions and he hooked his legs on my hips, and together, we moved again. It was awkward at first, because even though he was a lot shorter and lighter than me, we weren’t used to this position, but eventually we got into the rhythm. I fucked into him hard and fast, and he rocked with me, and it was the best position I’d ever had sex in. My cock reached deep inside him, and the sounds he made were music to the ears.

Polunin stiffened in my arms, and he chanted “oh fuck” over and over again, and I knew we were both so close it hurt. I felt the tingling sensations of my orgasm in my balls and nerves buzzed right beneath my skin. Everything was hot and felt so good.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. I haven’t even touched myself.” He tensed and his cock jerked between us. Streams of cum splattered across both our stomachs. I don’t think I’d ever seen so much from him, or myself, for that matter, and I wasn’t far behind him. I thrust into him until my orgasm ripped through me. My limbs stiffened, and I crashed my mouth against his as I came, filling him up until my balls were empty.

I stayed there, our sweaty chests pressed against each other, until my breathing was back to normal and I had enough energy to pull out of him.

He laughed and the sound startled me. “That was….” He let out a long exhale. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say. I rose and hesitantly held my hand out to him, and he took it, rising too. His cheeks were flushed and his normally perfect hair a mess, and he’d never looked so downright fucking sexy. My stomach cramped and I winced, taking a step back.

He stretched when he stood, a pleased grin spreading across his succulent lips. “Are you going to stay the night? My dad’s got some clothes you could borrow. He’s about your height.”

I snorted. “I’m not wearing your father’s clothes.”

He leaned closer and the smell of his sweat clung to my nose. Wrapping his arms around my neck, he dragged me against his body, and I went without a fight. “They’re new. He buys stuff and never wears it. I know he has new pajamas still in the plastic, if you want something comfortable for bed. Or you could just go naked. I wouldn’t mind.”

I swallowed. Naked sleeping felt… too intimate. “His pajamas will be fine.”

“Spoilsport.” He waved at my uniform on the ground. “I can get those clean for you too.”

“You have staff that work overnight?” My eyebrows rose, but I didn’t step away from him. I liked the heat of his skin against mine.

He shrugged and didn’t look in my eyes. “Your clothes will be nice and fresh in the morning. Why don’t you go for a shower? I’ll take one at the main house, and I’ll meet you in bed?”

My mind screamed no and run, but I kissed him instead, which was fucking ridiculous. “All right.”

I stood there as he put on his pajama pants again, and then he winked at me and grabbed my clothes off the floor before leaving through the front door. By the time I’d taken a shower, he was back, his hair wet and a fresh pair of pants on. I got dressed in the pajamas he’d retrieved for me, and together we went to bed.

And I promised myself I was not going to be weird about this. It was only Polunin. It didn’t matter that he’d called me by my first name, or that we regularly had sex now, or that I was sleeping in his bed.

Who was I kidding? I was in trouble.

Polunin and I took another shower the next morning, separately. He had a fancy glass shower with a spray that came out of the ceiling in a way that made the water feel like rain. The black marble tiles ran across the floor and up the walls, and the fixtures were gold. I felt like I was standing in a five-star hotel. Even the vanity, with its black-tiled wall feature and white marble counter, looked more expensive than anything I owned.

I stepped out of the glass doors of the shower and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the gold rack. Wiping myself off until I was dry, I grabbed another to wrap loosely around my waist. I walked out into his bedroom and picked up the clothes he’d lain out for me, including my boxers, that had been washed the night before by his staff. There were more of his father’s clothes too, which he promised were brand-new—“Trust me, my father has more clothes that he hasn’t worn than what he has.” As if that made me feel any better. The shirt and pants were slightly too big, but they felt nice to touch, the top made of some kind of soft cotton that was gentle on my skin.

When I finished getting dressed, I headed out into the small kitchenette where Polunin was making toast. He grinned at me over his shoulder and nodded at my chest.

“They aren’t too big.”

I shrugged and plopped onto a stool at his breakfast bar. To the right was my uniform, folded neatly in a pile. A thank-you was on the tip of my tongue, and I tossed up the idea of saying it or not. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Tell your staff thanks for this.” I pointed to the pile.

He hesitated, smile slipping for a second, before it returned. He winked at me. “I’ll make sure to tell them.”