CHAPTER 21: Make me cum

"What the!"

He bolted up from the sofa, his eyes dropping to his white shirt, now stained orange from the juice I had spat out onto it.

"What the hell are you thinking? Do you have any idea how expensive this shirt is? What if this stains permanently?!" he barked at me. Looking into his eyes, I could tell he was furious about what I did.

The corner of my lip tugged upward as I glared back at him. "Hey, that wouldn’t have happened to you if you hadn't pulled that stupid stunt," I shot back.

This guy was out of his mind. I should be the one pissed off at him after what he did to me. He truly did nothing but act like a complete creep.

"It was just a joke, okay?" he snapped, his voice tight and heavy with restrained rage.

I crossed my arms and sneered at him with total disgust. "A joke? Damn it, sorry, but I don’t find anything funny about it, you pervert," I hissed.

He just shook his head. "You know what? Now I want to pay you even less."

My eyes narrowed sharply. "What? I'm not fucking playing around with you, asshole! Pay for your parcel!" I shouted.

I saw his jaw clench. "No. Honestly, the damage you caused costs way more than whatever I owe for that parcel. You ate my pizza, and now you’ve ruined my designer shirt. If anything, the value of that package doesn’t even cover it, so you owe me."

I froze, my ears ringing from his utterly senseless rant. Was this guy for real? Had he hit his head or something to be spouting this kind of nonsense? I tilted my head, genuinely trying to figure out whether he was being serious or just mocking me with that sarcastic tone.

"Are you insane?"

He shook his head again. "After what you just did? That’s really the first thing that comes out of your mouth? You’re unbelievable," he said, his voice thick with irritation.

I watched him turn his back and walk away. I had no idea where he was going, nor did I care. He was probably going to his room to change. I didn't give a damn if he was mad, because honestly, I was even angrier.

While waiting for him to come back, I finished off the pizza left on the table. I didn't care if he lost it again over me eating the rest of it. It wasn't like I just sat down and helped myself though, someone offered it to me, so why turn down free food?

Besides, he was being completely dramatic over that designer shirt. A single wash would get it out. Tsk. His attitude was completely uncalled for.

Several minutes passed, and he still hadn't returned to the living room. I yanked my phone out of my black pants pocket to check the time.

It was already 5:00 PM. I wanted to get home and rest since I had a shift as a parking attendant at 7:00 PM. If I didn't leave now, I wouldn't have any time to relax or get ready.

But the damn bastard still hadn't paid me.

So I decided to stood up and followed the direction he had gone. I spotted a door and I assumed it was his bedroom, so I pushed it open.

A spacious room greeted me as I stepped inside. The simple design used green and brown colors, giving the room a natural feel. Like the living room, it had very little furniture. It only had a large white mattress, a side table with a lamp, and a full-length mirror. A few paintings hung on the walls, while some plants sat near the window. It was simple and clearly masculine.

I scanned the room to spot the asshole, but there was no sign of him. So I took a few steps inside, thinking he might be in a corner or perhaps changing inside a walk-in closet.

I stepped further in, but Yuan was nowhere to be seen. But I heard the sound of running water coming from behind another door, probably the bathroom or shower room.

Was he taking a shower?

I pressed my ear against the door. The sound of rushing water became clearer, accompanied by a low, stifled groan. That confirmed it, Yuan was definitely inside.

"Hey! Asshole, where's your payment for your parcel?!" I yelled against the door.

He must have heard me, because the sound of running water suddenly cut off.

"I need to go home, okay?! I have work!" I shouted again, making sure he heard me loud and clear.

My ear was still pressed against the door when it suddenly swung open. I lost my balance and stumbled forward, crashing straight into Yuan’s broad, bare chest.

My eyes widened as I looked up. His eyes were no longer blue. They were blood-red, burning with heat and desire. I sensed danger, so I instinctively tried to pull away from his bare chest, but he suddenly dragged me into the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I cursed as I slammed back against his chest.

That was when I realized the bastard was completely naked. My eyes went wide with shock as I felt his rigid length pressing firmly against my stomach, its heat searing right through my t-shirt.

"Hey, let go of me!" I thrashed against his grip, but he only held me tighter, pinning me deeper into his chest as his length twitched restlessly against my lower belly.

"Fuck, don't move," he growled, his voice strained.

"Fuck you! What the hell are you doing?! This time I'm actually going to kill you!" I screamed, fighting him with everything I had.

"Ahh, fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, grinding himself against my stomach. "Stop moving so much before I lose my mind."

His actions sent me over the edge.

"Asshole!" I yelled, throwing my weight forward and shoving him back. I managed to break free, but I didn't run. I wanted to tear this bastard apart.

Just as I swung a punch at his face, he dodged and grabbed my arm, yanking me back into his chest.

The heavy, woody scent of cedar, sharp, strong, and unmistakably Alpha, filled my senses, making my limbs feel weak. Shit. I couldn't let him realize that his pheromones were affecting me. If he found out, he'd know I wasn't a Beta, but an Omega.

"Hey, let me go. I'll... I'll rub it out for you," I offered, forcing my voice to sound completely calm.

I needed to calm things down before his pheromones triggered my heat.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked, hesitation in his voice as his grip on me loosened slightly.

"Let’s just say this covers what I owe you for the pizza and your stained shirt, okay?"

I felt his hold loosen slightly, though he didn't fully release me. Instead, he reached down, took my hand, and placed it directly over his hard shaft.

"Then rub it," he rasped out, his voice rough and breathless. "Make me cum."

I swallowed hard.

Left with no other choice, I followed his command.

My fingers wrapped around his long, thick, rock-hard length. Glancing down, I saw heavily raised veins throbbing like a pulse, looking as if it were about to burst. It was too big to hold properly with one hand, so I wrapped both palms around it.

I stroked him slowly. The moment I did, an open-mouthed groan escaped his lips.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" he swore.

His grip on my arm tightened as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in deeply. "Damn... Ah, your scent is driving me fucking crazy," he groaned, his voice raw with strain.

I brought my thumb up to the head of his shaft and pressed down firmly on the tip.

"Fuck! Why are you so damn good at this?" he gasped as his pheromones thickened further, heavy with sheer lust and possessive need. "This isn't your first time doing this, is it?" his breathing turned ragged.

"Of course not. I'm a guy, I have needs too," I lied smoothly, keeping my tone steady so he wouldn't notice how weak I felt.

In reality, this was the absolute first time I had ever done this to another person, I had only ever touched myself. Yet here I was, jerking off this asshole. What a turn of events.

And yet, why did it feel so natural? A strange, unsettling feeling washed over me, as if this wasn't actually the first time I'd handled a man like this.

He placed his hand over mine, guiding my motion and forcing a faster rhythm. "Damn it, faster... I'm close," he whimpered.

I gave him what he wanted, pumping my palms rapidly along his thick, veiny length, feeling it swell and throb wildly in my grip.

He pulled his face from my neck and threw his head back, his chest heaving as I stroked him harder. "Hmm... Fuck... Ahhh... Faster..."

The veins in his neck bulged, glistened with a light sweat that clearly wasn't from the shower.

"Damn... Man, you're so fucking good at this... Fuck, ahh," He groaned repeatedly.

"Ahhh, I'm cumming... Fuck!"

I felt the intense, rapid pulsing of his shaft and his heavy, shallow panting, so I quickened my stroke even more.

"Fuck! So close!"

A spurting jet of warm, thick liquid shot out from the tip, followed by a continuous, sticky mess that completely covered my hand.

Gross.

That was the only thought in my head as I winced, staring in disgust at the slick fluid dripping off my palm.

Yuan let his head drop back down, burying his face into my neck once more.

"Fuck, that was amazing..." he whispered huskily against my ear. "Let's do it again."

"Fuck you!" I snapped.

A low, breathy laugh rumbled in his chest. "Why? I can pay you. Just name your price."

"You're out of your damn mind."

"I'm not satisfied yet. I want to fuck you right now," he rasped softly against my ear.

"Do you want me to squeeze this dick of yours until it goes completely limp? Because I'll gladly do it for free," I retorted sarcastically.

"Stephen told me the only reason you showed up to the reunion was because he paid you. Why can't you do the same for me?"

"What the hell? That's a completely different story, you bastard."

I felt his lips brush softly against the base of my ear. "If it's money you want, remember that my offer is always available."

At his words, I couldn't resist, so I gave his shaft a sharp, punishing squeeze.

"Fuck! Are you trying to murder my dick?!"

"I told you... I've been wanting to do that this whole time. You deserve it, asshole."

Damn you bastard! If it weren't for the secret I'm hiding, I would've actually killed you.