Thirteen

Winston's pov

“Who is Anne?”

He repeated.

I frowned, Orson shut the door close. 

Why did he look like that?

“My sister?” I answered, “Is something wrong?”

I saw relief wash through his face.

“So why are you here?” I questioned,

“You called for me,” he answered,

“That was an hour ago” I said, “you didn't come”

“I was busy” he leaned against the wall, watching me. “Why did you call me?”

“Because I wanted to know why you brought me here and left me alone?”I asked,

I feel like he's trying to make me feel miserable.

“So you're lonely?” He asked in a teasing tone, pushing away from the wall.

“Don't twist my words, Orson. You know what I am meant” I defended, He was walking towards me.

“You're always defensive” he murmured, he was now standing close to me.

Staring down at me.

I looked at him.

He leaned down slightly, I turned away.

My heart thumped.

Orson chuckled softly and shook his head, he walked past me and plopped down on my bed.

I turned.

“I won't touch you” He said, “I like my partner very willing unlike someone” he joked.

Memories of that night flashed in my head.

My cheeks warmed.

“Come sit, Crowley” He said, patting the space next to him. “Come on, don't be stubborn”

I sighed and walked towards him, sitting next to him.

I leave a good space between us.

We were both silent for a while, I glanced at him.

He was just staring at the wall with a stupid smile on his face.

I wanted to ask if he truly wants to sleep with me or… 

Then I felt him shift towards me, My eyes widened.

“I hate that scent” he sniffed, he is referring to my cologne. “It's nothing like that sweet…one that night”

I turned to him, our faces were near.

His green ones locked with mine.

I gulped my saliva.

“I have to wear it because…”

“No need to explain,” 

He cuts me off.

“Okay…” I turned away.

The heat in my cheeks increased.

Why am I blushing?

I held my face.

“Your face is red” he said,

“I…it just…,”

“Do you blush like that around others?” He questioned, and I turned to him.

“What?...no…”

“Do you have a partner?”

I let out a nervous laughter “No…why are you asking?”

“Ah…you are single as the media says”

“So we are only f**king right?” I asked,

“Yes…are you expecting something more?”

“No, I am not…I just hoping we are not going to hold back each other from meeting other people” I said,

“Fine by me” he said, he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine.

My head went blank.

Orson suckled on my lower lip, his hand grabbed the back of my neck. “Open up, Crowley”

He bit my tongue, my mouth fell open and he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth, his tongue against mine.

I felt his tongue everywhere in my mouth, I haven't kissed anyone like this. My hands gripped his shirt and I pulled away.

I felt breathless.

My chest heaving.

“You don't want to…I thought you were dying for my attention, huh” he said,

My eyes widened when I felt his mouth on my nipple. 

Hot and warm.

His tongue then flipped my nipple, making me hold back a moan.

My d*ck twitched.

“Such a sensitive boy,” he said, his voice low.

I tried to pull away but he already held me by my side,

I gulped.

I am not even prepared yet.

“I thought you don't like my scent?”

“No your cologne, but I can mask that” he said as he stood and pulled off his shirt.

I couldn't look away.

His broad chest.

All those strong abs.

And a lean waist.

“Like what do you see Crowley?”

“I…I…what are you talking about?”

“You stutter too much” he pulled me to my feets. He sat back on the edge of the bed. “Strip”

“Orson…”

“Come on Crowley, don't be a spoil fun” he said, leaning backwards on his hands. “Don't you want this? Because little Crowley wants it”

He was referring to my dick.

I glanced down at my bulge, it was visible even the sweats I am wearing are not helping.

I sighed and reached for the hem of my shirt but Orson stopped me.

“Start with the sweats” He demanded,

“You are too demanding.” I mumbled,

“Don't you like it?” He said in a stupid tone, Maybe to piss me off.

I glared at him.

I won't lie, I want him.

My entrance kept throbbing at every one of his words.

I pulled the sweats down and stepped out of it,

I watched as Orson's eyes lowered, he ran his tongue over his lower lips.

“Get rid of the shirt” he said, I pulled it off. “That tattoo, how did you get it?” He asked,

The tattoo was a Pack’s identification tattoo. That's what my parents told me when they asked me to get it when it came of age.

“it’s a pack tattoo” I responded, looking at the vines like tattoo that spread from my back to my side,

“So you're from a pack?”

“Yes, technically but I didn't grow up there”

Orson's eyes…Something flash in it.

“Come here”

Orson spread his legs wider for me to step in between them.

His hand traced my sides, then he kissed my chest. His tongue flipped my nipple.

“..ah..”

He pulled me down with him and strandle me.

His eyes hooded with lust, he leaned forward and kissed, suckled on my neck.

His hand trailing down my body to my hardened throbbing member, he stroked, pulled.

I felt his mouth everywhere on my nipples, causing my brain to go blank again and all I could do was groan and moan.

“You like me touching you uh?” He said, stroking me.

“Answer me Crowley” 

I nodded.

He stopped.

“Use your words.”

I turned my head away, embarrassed “I like it when you touch me”

“You're saying like you want it, Crowley” , his voice low and husky. “I hate it when someone acts like that”

He flipped me over, my chest against the bed and my ass up in the air.

He spanked my butt cheeks.

“...ah…”

He chuckled and then whispered into my ear, “You have been a very bad boys and bad boys get punished”

Then I felt his finger in my entrance, pushing at once.

It was slow, It was in one thrust.

My eyes shut close and my head shut up due to the pleasure and pain.

“..Ah..”