Another round

Luis's POV

 A blow job that went surprisingly smoothly later, and Garber was bending me over my gaming table.

 It all felt so fast. He had been ignoring me one minute, and the next, his cock was positioned at my entrance.

 "Let's take a break," I breathed out.

 "I should be the one saying that, given how I've been working my dick out since. But you just did with your mouth, and now I'm claiming another hole. You don't need a break, Luis," he said as he smashed into me from behind.

 "Damn," I moaned while he grunted and stayed in place.

 "This is what I was missing," he said in almost a whisper, remaining frozen. I realized the same thing, but impatience took over, and I started moving my hips to and fro.

 "Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, and I could picture his smirk as he brought his hand down to my dick and tapped the tip.

 A moan escaped my lips, and it was my turn to freeze when he started working his fist up and down my length while moving inside me at the same time.

 I felt overstimulated at once, but it didn't take long before I wanted more.

 "You like that, don't you? Tell me, Luis, did you want me to fuck you at the mall today? Is that why you followed me around and tried to grab my attention?" he asked, and I blushed.

 I hadn't even thought I'd meet him there, but the idea of him having me in some random aisle at the mall turned me on.

 "Oh, you like this, don't you? You like the thought of me fucking you in a public place where someone might see, huh?" He didn't stop slamming into me as he asked, and I could barely suppress my moans.

 Yes, I liked it.

 Yes, I wanted to be seen with him, even in that compromising condition.

 His hands didn't stop their motions, and I started to feel the buildup in my cock.

 "I'm going to cum soon," I managed to say, just in time for my annoying sister to knock on my door.

 "Luis! Open the door right now!" she shouted in her very annoying, high-pitched 12-year-old voice as she banged on the door.

 I was pissed beyond measure, to say the least.

 But I managed to straighten up and get away from Garber as I whispered, "You need to leave."

 "Huh?" His expression was quizzical, and the look he was giving me made me feel like I'd just said the most ridiculous words a human could hear.

 Okay, maybe I did sound ridiculous, seeing his rock-hard length, but he still needed to leave.

 "My stepsister is a pain in the arse and won't leave until she gets what she wants," I explained.

 "You can just ignore her, Luis," the way Garber said my name turned me back on, but I stepped backward when he took a step toward me.

 "I can't," I swallowed, and as if on cue, Clarissa banged on my door again.

 "I reported you to Dad, and he said to call you. I'm not leaving until you come out here."

 "See?" I whispered. "We can do this some other time, but I need you to leave right now," I said, trying to sound more defiant. Garber, on the other hand, didn't share my worries as he sat on the edge of my bed and started stroking his length.

 "There's no way I'm jumping out that window with my cock this hard, and there's no way we'll be doing this again. I just came here because I needed to confirm something, but this will be the last time, Luis," he said. While his sexy lips and perfectly toned body were as distracting as rain on a sunny day, his last sentence still got to me.

 "The last time?" I muttered, lost in a daze.

 "You didn't exactly think I came here under a disguise because I wanted to go public with you, right?" he asked, and my brow furrowed in pain.

 Why?

 Because I was hurting.

 I was nothing but a one-night stand to him.

 Someone he came to whenever he needed a release.

 Didn't I deserve recognition?

 Did this mean that the next time we met in public, I would be ignored despite everything we shared?

 "I see," I nodded, the painful realization hitting me like a freight train.

 I turned around, grabbed a pair of shorts, and opened the door.

 "Took you long enough," Clarissa hissed. "Let's go."

 "Go where?" I asked, steadying my breathing.

 "Downstairs, of course. Dad asked me to call you so you can get the scolding you deserve," she said, and I smirked.

 I was simply done taking her bullshit.

 I bent at the waist so I could come face-to-face with her and took out my grievances.

 "I need some privacy, and I will get it whether you like it or not. I don't know if you know this, but you're just a spoiled brat. Whoever pampers you is their business, but don't try to drag me into your stupid lifestyle," I said firmly.

 "Why are you being so mean to me? I'll report you to Dad."

 "He's my biological dad too. Whether he spoils you rotten or not is none of my business. Get that into your skull and stop being a nuisance," I said, straightening up.

 "You…" Tears welled in her eyes, and I felt satisfied, but I wasn't done.

 "The next time you try to piss me off, disrespect me, or disturb my peace like this, you better be ready to face hell in this house. Remember, Dad travels most of the time, so it'll just be me and you. Now get out of my sight before I kick you down the stairs myself," I said and walked back into the room.

 I didn't need to see her to know she was already sobbing, and I didn't need another look at her fear-stricken face to know she'd learned her lesson.

 I felt pumped and elevated as I got her burden off my shoulders.

 Now I just needed to show Garber out the window because I refused to be his kept boy toy from this moment on.

 But the moment I came face-to-face with him, all my resolve crumbled.