Falling For Evil 

Part Seven

I love my apartment. If I could have fucked it, I would have done, repeatedly. It's big, clean, open-plan and tasteful, it should be after how much the bloody interior designer charged for working on it. I loved getting back to it, having it as my own space. I had a cleaner who worked wonders, so there was never so much as a speck of dust around. My only domestic skill was cooking, and I liked to entertain, having friends seated on the row of tall stools along the deep kitchen counter that separated the kitchen from the seating area. I would create with an audience watching, soaking up the praise and compliments like the vainest actor, revelling in the adulation. Even having friends over was all about me, how I could look good, how I could be admired for my skill. I'm a Narcissist, so sue me. Anyway, having Travis stood in the middle of my easy come by luxury made it seem wrong that I had so much. Now none of that mattered, not with Travis standing there taking a good stock of his surroundings. His place is neat and clean, mine is neat, clean and very very expensive. I had a huge fireplace and long curved plush seating surrounding it. I love to sit there, fire burning, bourbon in hand just lapping up the silence. Now having Travis here, I realised how fucking lonely I was. "Damn, nice place. Seriously Adam, you don't spare a penny huh?" 

  "I haven't. What do you want to eat?" I asked, making my way towards my huge kitchen. I had the biggest alcohol cabinet you'll ever see with a glass front so you could see it was stock full of the good expensive stuff. 

   "I want a drink from there," He pointed towards my alcohol. "You've plenty to spare Adam." 

  "Indeed I have. What's your choice of poison?" 

   "Oooh, I like that, poison. Whatever is really strong and tastes good." 

   My belly told me we needed scotch, that river of heat spreading down to my middle, mellowing away the dismal weather outside. Did I tell you it's raining now? Shitty fucking weather, but it's most certainly toasty in here." Scotch?" Travis nodded and sat at one of my many stools. "So, food?" I asked, as I poured us a nice hefty glassfull each. 

  "Hmmmm, food."

 "Are you not hungry anymore or something?" 

  "Something," He replied, confusing me. "Wanna eat you up is what I'm thinking Adam. You got this big ass apartment," He waved his hand around as if emphasising my whole apartment. "So many areas we can fuck in. Wouldn't that be nice?" 

  I cocked a brow, then gave him only a fraction of a smile, when really, right deep down in my belly I wanted him. On the floor. Against a wall. In my huge bathroom, then rolling around being fucking dirty in my bed. I couldn't care less how messed up my apartment got, as long as I have him balls deep in me. Fucking me slow, then hard and fast. "I am hungry though." And I really was, but going without food and getting my fill of Travis was too much of a temptation. 

  "Huh," He let out, then sank down his whole glass of scotch. "I got an idea." 

  "Such as?" And then I sank my own drink too, feeling its heat spread like fire down my throat. 

  "We get a takeaway… But don't butt in, let me finish," I couldn't help but smile at him and also feel oddly afraid of what he's about to suggest. ".... Right, get a takeaway on that app thingy. You know the one then see when it's going to be delivered and see if I can make you come before it gets here."

  "You want to time sex?" 

  "Obviously we're going to be fucking half the night," Well, there's goes my sleep. "But I wanna have fun, let's have fun Adam."

  If he's planning some sex-a-thon-marathon I'm going to need a fucking wheelchair for work. Yet, I just can't seem to bring myself to say no to him. "Alright, you're on. So what would you like to eat?" 

  "Anything, I'm not fussed." 

 "Well, I definitely don't want meat," Ugh, the thought of it made me cringe. Only because of those fucking pictures. 

 "Vegetarian?" 

 "No," I chuckled. "Just got put off, that's all." 

  "Well, thank fuck for that. Thought you we're gonna go all vegan or something on me, maybe go eat someone's front lawn…..hmmm, get Chinese food. I want noodles, rice and that nice sweet n sour pork." 

   "Sounds good to me," Then I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the takeaway app. Never actually used this thing before, it's only because Paul mentioned it once and said it was good I installed it. Not gonna lie, it's chock full of so many places, I wonder how many you could get food poisoning from? Then I heard myself chuckle. "Eight Chinese places to choose from." 

  "You know what?" I looked up briefly to see Travis lapping at his lips. "Fuck it." Huh? I was going to say something, then God! He put his feet on the bar of the stool, leant over, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my lips to his. Wet, hot, so fucking good and he didn't stop the assault on my mouth as he climbed over my kitchen counter to push me up against my fridge. I guess food was out the window now. "Need to break you in more," He mumbled against my mouth. "Teach you for not answering my calls." 

  Oh the delicious punishment. "..... Break me, please." I begged. Break everything, but my heart, I thought. Didn't want to say it out loud and sound like a fucking idiot. A stupid lovestruck sap that wants nothing more than this beautiful man so aggressively pulling at my clothes. 

  "Turn around, Adam. Let me fuck you right here…" 

   I moaned out my reply, "Yes," then realised he wanted it with no preparation. "... Lube, Travis." 

  "Hmmmm," He hummed into my ear, making me shudder in the most delicious way. "A little spit is all you'll be getting Adam, then I'm going into you like a freight train. Feel the painful pleasure burst through every pore on your body. Let this tight hole suck every drop from me. You know you want it." I froze into place, as if turned to stone. Everything Travis is, presented a mystery to me, one I wanted to unravel. Yet I also wanted him to be lost in pleasure, in that place where nothing exists but the most immediate physical sensation, be it painful, soft, hard or all of those mixed up together creating something new and so fucking profound, so important neither one of us could be without the other. 

   But before I could take the deep breath I so desperately needed, his hand tracked down my body and eased under the waistband of my pants. He enclosed my cock in his hand and I shuddered from the heat of his palm, the exquisite dexterity of his fingers as they teased my foreskin, smearing my juices over the head. My breath hitched, then escaped in a long, pleasured sigh. So soft, so gentle, the calm before the storm that is Travis. Yet I needed more, I know I'm going to get more, so much more, but I wanted it now. 

   "Burn me Travis, burn me from the inside out. Mark me in ways I never thought possible." 

  "Mmmmm fuck, your asshole is a needy little slut…." 

  "I'm anything you want me to be…" Holy fuck! Gone were my pants and boxers, breaths heaving from my lungs as he forcefully pushed his rock hard dick so fast into my body I swear I felt my asshole tear, but fuck me it felt incredible. The burn took hold, the burn I so desperately begged for, yet deep inside me it still wasn't enough. I needed to give him me, all of me, everything that I am. And god forbid I will. 

   "This sluthole is mine, Adam." He hissed out between clenched teeth. And truly, it really is his. Every molecule that makes up the physical me is his.