Big Man's Contract

He grins at me and steps back. I sigh.

“You think we’re even now, that I’m working for you?” he says.

Anger instantly bubbles to the surface. Is he really going to go back on his word? If so, he’s definitely not the boy I remember. The Madden I knew was an honest and loyal person, even when I didn’t deserve it.

“You lied to me,” I say, hating the pain in my voice.

His smile falters for a moment, but only for a second before it’s right back and cockier than ever.

“No. I don’t lie. A quickie in the bar wasn’t part of the deal.”

I would hardly call an hour of riotous sex a “quickie” but I don’t argue that point.

He continues, “You promised me one night in my bed. This was just a freebee. You grabbed me, you decided this.”

“You knew what I meant. This was the deal and you know it. You’re just playing with words.”

Not that I’d be upset if I were to spend another night with him, because I wouldn’t. But the fact that he tricked me and I didn’t catch it, has me livid. My pride is far too big to let him get away with it.

I start to walk away, but he grabs me from behind, holding on between my legs, fingers digging into my pussy. I gasp and whip around to look at him. His eyes burn with lust. Every part of my body burns for him. His hand grazes across my rock-hard nipples.

“You should be very worried for yourself,” he says in a sultry voice that makes me putty in his hands.

I hate to admit it, but I’m already addicted to him. After our next and final time fucking, I’ll be obsessed with him. He’ll have all the control, and I’ll never be the same again. After just one time with him I know this as a fact. I have no choice but to go along with this deal because after just one taste, I’m an addict. I want to walk away. From him, from the bar, from this town. I want to regain my self-control, my pride, me. But there’s no going back now. I’ve already become entirely consumed by him, and I know I will be for the rest of my life afterwards.

6

Madden

I toss and turn all night. After dropping Lina off at her motel room, I haven’t been able to get her off my mind. I lie in bed until there’s a faint light on the horizon. The sun has barely risen, but I get up anyway. My body feels heavy and I’m burnt out from lack of sleep. And this damn hard-on won’t go away.

Getting in the shower, I let the warm water cascade over my aching shoulders. I close my eyes and think about Lina’s soft, smooth skin; her pert, round breasts. I can remember the smell of her wet pussy on my lips, the naturally sweet taste of her on my tongue.

I grab my dick and think about how it felt to be inside her, how her body clenched around me as she came, how she cried out. I jerk my cock quick and hard. It’s a poor substitute for the real thing, but thinking about Lina is enough to get me there within a minute. My dick explodes, sending ropes of cum splashing against the tile wall. I’m panting, exhausted and even more tired than I was before. I need her again. She’s all consuming. I’ve never let the memory of her go, and seeing her again just confirms that she’ll be in my head forever. There’s no letting her go this time.

As I’m getting out of the shower and drying off, my phone buzzes. My heart gives a little jerk in my chest, thinking it might be Lina, but when I look at the screen, I see it’s my brother.

“What’s up?” I say, sounding a little annoyed from the disappointment of not seeing Lina’s number, though I don’t mean to be short with him.

“Lina’s car is ready.”

There’s a short pause as the disappointment of that news settles over me.

“Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

Abe laughs. “You sound miserable, little bro. Upset that you won’t get to be Lina’s personal chauffer now?”

I grunt and hang up on him. He’s still laughing as I end the call.

Heading to the motel, I listen to the radio. The same song we’d been listening to in the truck the night before comes on. I swear I’m being haunted by her.

I show up at the motel. As I’m heading toward Lina’s room, I run into Haley. She’s standing in the doorway of the front lobby. She has this annoying, conspiratorial look on her face. I never did like her when we were kids. She was one of the people in the woods that day who discovered me naked in my truck. She’s the one who laughed the loudest, who spread the word through the school. If anyone made the experience as horrible as it was, it was Haley. She was a bully right up until the time when my body started to change, when I started to gain muscle and went from a gangly, awkward teenager to a man. Then suddenly her attitude changed. But I hadn’t. I thought about getting my revenge on her too, about making her fall in love with me then crushing her, but the thought was too gross to even take it seriously. There was no way I could ever pretend to be in love with Haley and have it be believable. Though she was pretty damn clueless, so maybe I’m wrong. It wasn’t until Lina was gone and we were out of school that Haley and I developed a friendship. There was a rumor going around that Haley had gotten pregnant by a teacher. When she told me about Lina spreading that rumor, we bonded over our anger toward her. At one point, I got the feeling she wanted to be more than friends, and I wasn’t having it. Eventually, she met a guy and married him, and we stayed friends.