Feuds and Reckless Fury by K. Webster

 

Canyon

Slow the fuck down, man.

I’m trying to talk some sense into my mind, but my dick is wide awake and calling the shots. Seriously, what the hell am I doing? I have my nemesis pinned on my bed, rubbing my ass along his straining erection.

Who’s torturing who because right now, it’s unclear.

He makes another mewling sound that has me tightening my hold on his wrists. I like that he’s trapped beneath me, unable to move. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I’m there for it, stalking the movement like a cat chasing a toy.

Does he taste like limes?

I bet he does.

And Coke.

Dipping down, I bring my mouth to his ear. “When your dad finds out about this, he’s going to be so pissed.”

“He won’t,” he chokes out. “And if you tell him, he won’t believe you.”

Because I’m a bastard and dead set on destroying this guy, I flick my tongue out to lick the side of his neck. It’s meant to drive him insane. But holy fuck does he taste good. He groans when I suck on the flesh hard and then release him with a pop.

“Canyon,” he pleads.

Stop? Go? I don’t know…

“Mmm?” I murmur and then nip at the flesh.

“Fuck, you’re a cruel bastard.”

I roll my hips, marveling at the hiss that escapes him. My mouth once again latches onto his neck, sucking hard enough I know he’ll bruise. Pleasure curls in my stomach, making my balls feel heavy with the need to come. Tomorrow he’ll be forced to walk around with my mark on him.

“I bet you’d let me fuck you,” I taunt. I’m an evil bastard. “I bet you’d let me pull your jeans down, flip you over, and shove my dick inside your tight hole.”

“Canyon…” His growl is nearly furious, and he bucks his needy cock up, chasing the friction my body provides.

“Maybe your hole isn’t tight at all. Hmm? You let the whole track team fuck you?”

“The football team too,” he throws back. “In fact, you’re the only one who hasn’t fucked me.”

His words shouldn’t piss me off, but they do. I know he’s fucking with me, but it agitates me all the same.

“They’re not allowed to anymore.” I bite his earlobe. “You belong to me.”

“Right now, in this bed, is the only time I’ll belong to you.”

A thrill shoots down my spine because though it’s an argument, he half agreed to something I didn’t realize I wanted. His complete submission.

“Are you going to tell everyone at school you let me fuck you bare?” I suck on his neck again. “Because when I have you, it’ll be bare.”

I’m not going to fuck him.

I’m not.

But taunting him seems to drive him insane, which is the goal.

“How do I know you’re negative?” he murmurs, turning his head slightly so my lips brush along his cheek.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year,” I admit. “I’ve been tested since then.”

“Not even Naomi?”

“She didn’t want to.”

“Didn’t take you for the gentlemanly type.”

“I’m only an asshole to you.”

He moans when I lick his neck again. The sound reverberates to my dick, and it strains in my jeans.

It’s all talk.

To get inside his head so I can fuck him over.

Or just fuck him…

“Canyon, please,” he begs. “I need…”

“What, Wonderland?” I lift up so I can see his face. “Tell me. Do you want to come?”

His fathomless mahogany eyes are hooded as he nods. I can’t help but drop my stare to his parted, pink lips as his breath comes out unevenly. Would he make those same keening sounds if I was buried deep inside him?

Not. Fucking. Alister.

“Beg to come, Alis. Beg, and I’ll make it good for you.”

“Please, please, oh fuck, please.”

Satisfaction thrums through me at his obedience. I reward him by rubbing along his dick until his breathing grows sharp and ragged. The moment he loses control and comes, a soft moan rasps from his throat. My own dick throbs painfully with the need to release.

I’m going insane because I imagine for a second pulling my dick out and painting his plump lips with my pre-cum. I release one of his hands to reach for the button on my jeans.

“Canny!” Carrie shrieks from behind me. “Don’t beat him up! I invited him here!”

I freeze, the lust fog lifting and revealing to me what exactly I’m doing. Grinding against my enemy. Jesus fuck.

“We’re just goofing around,” I croak out, releasing him to fall onto my chest beside him on the bed so my sister doesn’t see my ridiculous hard-on. “Calm down.”

“Wrestling,” Alis rushes out and then rolls away from me to his side to hide his own discomfort. “I, uh, need to get home. Maybe we can practice another day.”

The room goes silent aside from the soft panting of Alis and me. Carrie lets out a sigh, mutters something under her breath, and leaves, shutting the door behind her.

I can’t look at him.

I sure as fuck can’t face what I just did with him.

“Either you take the walk of shame with a wet spot on your pants, or you borrow something of mine,” I grunt out. “Top drawer are some shorts.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to slow my racing heart. It’s even more difficult to convince my dick it doesn’t need to come. My balls are blue as fuck right now.

He shuffles around, opening and closing drawers. A few minutes later, I hear the toilet flush and the sink running in the adjacent bathroom. I’m still in the same position when he returns.

“Should I, uh…get you off—”

“No,” I bark out. “Just go.”

“Are you going to wash my clothes, or am I going to find my jizz-crusted underwear hanging from the flagpole in the morning?”

A chuckle rumbles through me. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“Betcha a Coke you get yourself off after I leave and think of me when you do it.”

“Go away,” I grumble.

“You didn’t win this round.”

“No,” I complain, annoyed that I’m still aching to come. “I certainly did not.”

He thumps me on the ass. “See you around, Voss. If you want your dick sucked as a thank you, you know where to find me.”

His laugh makes me roll my eyes. I blindly shoot him the bird, which has him laughing harder. It isn’t until he closes the door and I roll onto my back that I realize I’m grinning.

I did not enjoy that.

I’m still hard and unsatisfied, for fuck’s sake.

I guess I’m going to just keep lying to myself.

Dinner is quiet. Carrie ignores me to text as she eats the grilled cheese sandwiches I made for us. I keep glancing at the clock, wondering when Mom will get home when my phone buzzes.

Dad: Quinn and I are going to come watch you and Alis at your first track meet. I’m looking forward to seeing you beat his time.

As pissed as I am at my dad, my heart does a tiny flop inside my chest at his words. When I played football, he was my biggest supporter. I didn’t realize how much I longed for that aspect of our relationship until now.

But, because I refuse to be swayed so easily, I leave the message left on read.

I’m an asshole, but so is he.

“What?” I demand, feeling Carrie’s curious stare on me.

“You. You’re behaving erratically.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” I glower at her. “Staying out late drinking, inviting the enemy into our home…”

Her lips purse together, and she narrows her eyes at me. When she stares at me like this, it reminds me of Mom anytime I was in trouble growing up.

“You broke up with Naomi and have been hanging out with Dad,” she accuses, her voice trembling slightly. “Maybe it’s time to admit we’re both a little fucked up.”

“I wasn’t hanging out with Dad,” I bite back, shoving my empty plate away from me. “I was seeing what they were up to. They’re happy as can be playing house over there while we’re miserable as hell.”

Her eyes water, and she bites on her bottom lip to keep from crying. I feel bad for being a dick to her, but she started it.

“You weren’t beating him up, were you?” Her words are soft and barely audible. “You were—”

I slam my hand down on the table. “I was doing nothing!”

“You can lie to everyone else, but I see right through it, Canny. Just stop it already. Tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

I hate Alister Sommers.

But I also want to fuck him.

Explain that one to me, sis.

“Keep him out of my room,” I grit out. “Can you at least give me that, or are you also going to give me shit like everyone else in my life?”

“Whatever. Talk to me when you’re done being an ass,” she mutters, standing from the table and storming away.

I sit there staring at the crumbs on my plate until I hear the garage door. A few minutes later, Mom walks through the door into the house. Her hair is slightly disheveled, and she looks dazed.

“Mom,” I mutter as I rise to my feet. “You okay?”

Her glassy eyes flutter. “Yeah, baby. Just tired.”

“You work too much,” I complain. “You need to cut back on your hours.”

I wrap my arms around my mother. She feels so small these days. There was a time when she was such a powerful, loving presence in our home. It’s as though Dad snuffed her fire out, and all that’s left is a tiny plume of smoke.

“Were you able to get Saturday off?” I inhale her familiar scent but pick up a whiff of stale cigarette smoke. “My meet starts at nine.”

She stiffens in my embrace. “No. I’m sorry, honey.”

Closing my eyes, I curse Dad for the millionth time. It’s times like these, seeing my mother nothing but a fragment of her former self, that I hate him with every ounce of my being.

“I wish you could just quit,” I whisper. “You don’t need the money.”

“Jesus Christ, Canyon.” She pulls from my hug, a withering look I’d seen on Carrie not long before. “Lay off it already. You’ll be graduating soon—time to start acting like a man. Sometimes you just don’t get your way. Responsibilities come first. Understand?”

I recoil at her angry words. “Yeah, Momma. I understand.”

Her face crumples like she might cry as she mouths an apology to me. With tears in her eyes, she leaves me alone in the kitchen. A couple seconds later, her bedroom door shuts.

To calm my nerves, I take my time turning off all the lights and making sure all the windows and doors are locked. It used to be Dad’s job. A lot of the shit I do now used to be his job. Mom’s right. I need to start acting like a man because and I sure as hell have his responsibilities.

Dad did this.

He destroyed our family.

Tonight was a good reminder to keep my head on straight and not lose sight of my goal.

Make them pay.

Starting with Alis.