We were always going to end up here, one way or another. I see that now.

I shove my pants down, baring myself for the first time to the boy who’s more or less made my life hell since I was eleven years old. And I hope he likes what he sees. I really need him to fucking like what he sees.

His cage seems to collapse in on itself.

“I showed you mine,” I whisper in a husky voice, watching the way his eyes widen and flash nervously up to mine. I force a rueful smile, baiting him. “You gonna show me yours or what?”

That does it.

His lip curls back on a sneer and he reaches down, yanking at his fly until it’s loose. I lift off to the side of him so I can finish shoving off my sweats, while he wiggles around, ridding himself of his jeans. His boxers go next—thrown somewhere behind him as he turns to face me. He reaches for me at the same time I grab for him.

I roughly slide his cheek back with my palm, opening his mouth for me as I spear him with my tongue. Catching his groan of pleasure as I dig my nails into his scalp, holding him to me.

He falls on his back once more as I take the upper hand, shoving him down and leaning over him. I let go of his head and grab his wrist, lifting it up next to his ear. Slamming the knuckles of his hand into the wood, just as he did to me before.

Maybe we’ll have matching bruises.

He rocks up into me, his cock bumping along my hip. Hot and damp at the head, pre-cum smearing stickily along my skin. A growl from deep within my chest rumbles over his lips as I grip his hip, holding him steady.

I nibble a pathway down his jaw, nosing just under his chin, prompting him to drop his head back. I run the underside of my tongue down over his prominent Adam’s apple before pinching the thin skin with my teeth.

Trailing my fingers down the underside of his arms, I pin him down with my thighs as he squirms under my touch, biting out curses like fireworks.

Humming with deep satisfaction as I scoot back onto my haunches, I find one of his knees, pushing it back. Spreading him for me.

I drag my hooded gaze down his chest. His nipples are hard little pin-points; the barbell winking out at me when it catches on a flash of lightning.