Ten girls don't compare

Garber's POV 

Ten girls, different races, different age gaps, different accents and intelligence levels.

 That's the number of girls I fucked between two days ago and now.

 All in an attempt to get him out of my system, and it had failed woefully. None of them, virgins or not, felt as tight as him, whether we had vanilla sex or I went through the back.

 No matter how rough or soft I took them, I could never get satisfied. Something was missing. Something important, like the sound of their moans—it just didn't hit like his. The way they submitted was just not it.

 Something was missing. Something important.

 And I searched desperately like my life depended on it.

 And when it felt like I had reached my limit, like I was about to burst and go crazy, I made my way here.

 Took the longest route to avoid getting seen and wore a disguise despite the shadow of the night. I couldn't risk getting seen, but I made it here anyway.

 The moment I climbed in through his window, his scent overwhelmed me and I felt a calm like never before. It smelled like a place I never wanted to leave. But that was too much of a risk. I'll just take what I came here for and leave.

 Else I'd go crazy.

 Laying on his bed, I pressed my face into his pillow and breathed in the life that his scent gave me.

 "Ugh," I let out a deep growl from the base of my throat as I exhaled through my mouth with my eyes closed when his voice startled me, making my eyes open.

 "What are you doing on my bed?" He looked surprised, his gaze directed at me, and I didn't miss the annoyance in his tone. But what I really couldn't get my eyes off was the wet white towel loosely draped around his thin waist.

 I gulped hard and looked up at him.

 "What are you doing here? Or are you deaf now? First, you are blind and don't see me, and now you are deaf and can't hear me? Are you playing mind games with me, or is this just who you are?"

 "About that, Luis, I'm—" he didn't let me complete my sentence when he stepped forward and continued, a smaller white towel in his hand.

 "A perfect scumbag who pretends to be homophobic but goes around toying with people's hearts just because he knows it belongs to him," he said, and I could see the tears brimming in his eyes. I had hurt him, but I needed to.

 "It's not like that, Luis, I promise." I got on my knees as I tried to get off the bed when he took a step back, and I noticed as the V-line under his towel became more obvious.

 Was he turned on in this situation? I smirked because that makes two of us.

 I got up and stood before him. But every step I took forward equaled the number of steps he took backward, and this continued until he had his waist against the gaming table.

 Nowhere to retreat, and a joy and excitement I had never known in my life bloomed in my chest as I watched the rise and fall of his chest.

 His nipples were hardened, and how I loved to pinch and bite them.

 "What are you doing? Get away from me or I will scream," he said, his voice trembling and in a lower tone than usual.

 "Of course, you would scream. It's the reason I'm here," I promised, watching as he licked his dry lips with the gaze of a predator looking at his prey, which was what Luis was.

 I couldn't wait to devour this little deer and leave no crumbs.

 "Don't joke with me, move away, or I will really scream. We have a security guard and a…" he was rambling on, and despite how cute he looked, I needed those lips sucked.

 So I did so, biting and nipping on his lower and upper lips simultaneously and enjoying the way he shivered and froze before giving in.

 Oh, the taste. It was the reason I had spent two hours taking different taxis, taking different routes, and exploring dark and unfamiliar roads. All of that was worth this.

 "Do you still want to scream and call security, or would you rather let me make you scream my name into the pillows until your voice cracks?" I asked with a smile as he recovered from the lightheadedness of the kiss.

 "Garber," he called my name again, the same way he had done in that corridor that made me let out the beast that I had kept locked up since the day we met four years ago!

 "Give me an answer, Luis, or I will go out that window so you can jerk off your hard cock by yourself." I said matter-of-factly, and watched him swallow before his sexy, juicy lips started to move again.

 "I don't know why I am letting you do this to me, but I want you to make me scream while my body writhes under your brutal touch and the mighty strength of your magnificent dick."

 Dirty words. Luis had always been so innocent as I watched him over the years, but he was actually using such words to get me riled up, and it sure worked because, in the span of half a second, I had already unbuckled my trousers and gotten rid of the customized Gucci boxers I was wearing.

 "Bad boy. You're being very naughty right now, Luis. Do you know that?" I asked, knowing that he couldn't take his eyes off my dick, knowing that he had thought of this big organ of mine just as much as I had thought of slamming it into him. It made me happier than I had ever been.

 "I learned from the best," he said as he jumped off the desk and stared into my eyes, "and what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

 His boldness was like I'd never seen before, but it just made me more excited. My cock jutted, leaking pre-cum as if to agree with my thoughts, and this didn't miss Luis's greedy eyes as he licked his dry lips again.

 All the blood had no doubt rushed down to the heated spot of his crotch area, and that was when an idea formed in my head. Why don't I help him wet those sexy thin lips of his first?

 As a punishment, of course.

 "Oh, what will I do?" I cocked my head to the side as I took two steps back. This time, he didn't try to find an escape. Rather, he followed my steps as if he was dying to be trapped between my hard cock and a hard place. "I'll punish you, of course," I said, and I saw a glint of excitement flash through his face for a brief second before he cocked his head to the side in questioning and asked mildly, "How?" There was a tease in the smile that dusted the corners of his lips, and seeing him this way, so close, made my heart skip a bit.

 I cleared my throat and reminded myself of what I came here for.

 Just for fuck's sake, and I would be out the window, never to cross paths with him again. But if I knew that fate had a totally different plan for us, maybe I wouldn't have been so arrogant and disapproving in the past.

 But until the later realization, I had a naughty boy to punish.

 I placed my hand on his shoulders and felt him melt against my touch.

 "Go on your knees and suck my dick!" I commanded.

 "What?" he shot his head up at me, and I smirked.

 "You heard me, or is it you with the hearing problem now?" I felt dominant watching him trying to resist. "Go on your knees and suck my dick. That's your punishment for being naughty," I said.

 "My punishment?" he mused, playing with the words on his lips as he stared at my dick, and when I least expected it, he dropped to his knees in a swift fall and held the base of my cock in his hand before bringing it forward to his lips, which felt cold against my tip. I felt a chill run down my spine, and my blood pumped down there until my veins were starting to show.

 That was the power of his touch alone.

 "Like that?" He asked, bringing me out of the daze I was in before taking my whole length in his mouth and giving himself a deepthroat.

 And then I discovered something interesting in the process.

 Luis didn't have a gag reflex.

 Was I really his first?!