All Chapters of Filthy Things Boys Do: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

You’d think he was kind enough to help me up but in my near squatting postition, he held me firmly, pulled out just slightly and slammed back in, harder!I could feel my ass painfully open up to accept him, my breath caught at the bizarre thought. I felt something break inside me. It wasn't just my anal virginity but something lethal, something without control especially with the pained grunts and brutal treatment. “Take my damn cock, Allen” he hissed, fingers flying to my nipples and literally twisting it. I bellowed low in my throat spreading my legs further, even reaching behind to open up my ass for him. “You sick bitch! You like it” he hissed, his skin slamming roughly against mine, I groaned like a dog in heat. Call me whatever, I want this! I thought clearly, my hands spreading my ass open further. “I knew you were perfect for me” he whimpered, moving harder and faster, sweat coating our bodies. My knees began hurting due to being suspended in the air for too long, I sh

The elevator gave a violent jerk.My shoulder hit the mirrored wall behind me and instinctively, my hand shot out to steady myself.Maxwell didn’t move, he just blinked, hands securing behind him. Of course he didn’t.He stood there like the world adjusted itself around him instead of the other way around.A low buzzing hum filled the silence before emergency lights flickered dimly overhead. I swallowed hard, my head turning to look around is. “Is this normal?” I asked muttered, clearing my throat. “No.”Great!I rubbed my damp palms against my trousers, trying not to look nervous while Maxwell calmly pressed a button near the panel.A crackle echoed through the speaker.“Technical malfunction, sir,” a voice said shakily. “Maintenance is already on the way.”“How long?” Was his brisk response. I just stood there watching. “Ten to fifteen minutes.”Maxwell’s jaw tightened slightly. “Fix it faster.”The line went dead and silence returned instantly.My eyes darted everywhere but at

The elevator ride to Maxwell’s penthouse was filled with heavy silence. The kind of silence that sat against my skin and made me aware of every breath I took.I stood beside him trying not to fidget while the city lights climbed higher outside the glass walls. Maxwell remained composed as always, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting loosely by his side.Meanwhile my pulse had spent the last twenty minutes trying to kill me.He had barely spared me a glance since dinner, not even a touch by mistake as your typical crushes would do. Yet somehow the tension between us only fueled further. The elevator doors opened directly into his apartment.My steps slowed instinctively, my eyes scanning the view. The place looked exactly like him.Dark wood. Black marble floors. Tall glass windows overlooking the city. Everything was clean and sharp. Even the air smelled expensive.Cedar. Smoke. Masculine.Maxwell removed his coat calmly before turning toward me.“Shoes off.”The co

EliMy heart slammed hard against my ribs as I tried to level my uneven breathing and calm my racing thoughts but all to no avail. The meeting had been successful or not… if I count. Those thirty minutes were the longest in my life, sitting beside Maxwell unavailable to form any coherent thoughts throughout while his palm rested casually on my thigh throughout the meeting. I didn't know I had it until today to feign ignorance or ignore that I nearly had a bursted zipper. My fingers nearly broke the arm rest of the seat I occupied and Maxwell must have noticed because he causally drew the meeting to a close.As usual others scrambled out while I took my time trying to regulate my breathing when he rose from his seat and walked to the door. I had half expected him to tell me to follow him when he spilled his words. “My place 7pm”, walking away like he didn't know what he had just done. And just like that I unraveled all over again, unable to think or focus. I barely functioned w

MaxwellSomething in me broke when he shook his head slowly… he was supposed to be the one but…“No, I can't back out now, Sir” his voice was small and calm. I blinked once, my body faltering before I squared my shoulder letting out a slow breath. He almost got me!Warmth spread through my chest, he really let me?“I want you to do me, Sir” his voice shook slightly… Was he scared I would back away?Slowly, I took slow unhurried strides towards him, dragging the moment and regaining some semblance of control. “You can still back out, Eli” I found myself saying even though I wanted otherwise. He shook his head, “no”, his voice though small was firm. “Hmm” I hummed moving behind him. He was still on all fours, his back tense as I looked at his angry red ass. That was my work, that was what brought me pleasure. The sight sent blood straight to my cock and without hesitation, I touched him gently. He jerked in response, precum dangling from the tip of his cock, warmth spread through