I'm Yours: A YokRay Story

Chapter 5: Unyielding

"I'm Ray, what's your name?" I asked casually.

"Eugene."

"Nice to meet you Eugene, care to join me for a drink?" I asked politely.

She nodded and held up her beer bottle to clink against my glass. I didn't break eye contact as I heard the clink of glass on glass.

It didn't take me long to get Eugene back to my car. Luckily I'd parked at the edge of the parking lot so she agreed to just have sex in my backseat.

I opened the door for her like a true gentleman. Being rich came with having good etiquette. I could be the perfect gentleman if I wanted to and Eugene was sweet, she deserved a little bit of princess treatment.

She deserved a trip to a motel at the very least, but I was needy and desperate and she seemed okay with car sex since she didn't want to just follow a strange man to a motel.

The sex was good, Eugene was a dancer so she had moves, but it wasn't Yok. Eugene was soft and pretty and smelled sweet. Yok was rough and hot and smelled like cigarettes and beer. They were polar opposites in my mind.

I did my best to get lost in her. I held her against me, kissing her smooth skin and whispering little words of encouragement as she rode me in the backseat of my car. I grabbed her cute little ass, guiding her up and down as she rolled her hips and made me feel so good. I did all the right things and it was slowly working to push the thoughts of that tattooed artist out of my mind.

When we were done, I helped her slip back into her cute dress and gave her a sweet kiss. I was still feeling a little generous, grateful for the distraction. Eugene smiled sweetly at me, her fingers reaching out to fix my hair as I pulled her dress strap back onto her shoulder.

"Thanks Ray, that was fun," she said softly before climbing off me and pulling her underwear up her long legs.

I smiled at her as I quickly fixed my pants and buckled my belt up. She gave my hand a squeeze before opening the door and leaving my car, heading back into the bar.

I climbed back into my front seat and got ready to drive home, satisfied that I'd distracted myself from thoughts of Yok. I meant it when I said I wouldn't budge and call him until at least 3 months had passed. I wasn't about to break that promise. I was nothing if not stubborn.

I was about to leave when I saw Boston walking into the bar. I decided to at least have a drink with my friend before heading home and followed him inside. I decided to make a quick stop at the bathroom to dispose of the used condom that was knotted and shoved into my pocket after Eugene left.

As I walked down the dimly lit passage towards the bathrooms, I felt a hand in my hair, yanking me backwards. Before I could truly comprehend what was happening, I had been spun around and pushed against the wall, a leg pressing against my crotch and a hand pinning both my wrists above my head.

A hand clamped over my mouth before I could start shouting and swearing and I looked up into familiar doe eyes that were blazing with anger and hunger. Despite just having sex, my dick immediately sprang to attention.

"So, you can't call me but you can fuck my friend?" he spat.

Yok knew Eugene? What are the chances of that?

I tried to say something but his hand muffled anything I said. He removed his hand from my mouth to let me speak.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I just picked up a cute girl, it isn't that deep," I protested, my voice hardening. "Besides that, are you fucking spying on me now?"

"Not spying rich boy, I was with her and she went to get a drink. Imagine my surprise when I saw you dragging her to your car," he elaborated slightly.

"I didn't drag anyone. She was eager for me you dumbass. Why do you care anyway? We aren't dating."

I tried to change the subject, tried to throw him off so he wouldn't notice my obvious arousal. I refused to let him know I was hard at the thought of him fucking me against this wall in a place that was so public. The thrill of getting caught and having my dirty little secret come out into the light was exciting and part of me wanted it.

"No, we just fuck around now and then. I care because she's my friend and she doesn't need rich boys like you taking advantage of her. She needs a steady relationship, not a needy brat," he shot back venomously.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a prick then I'd be satisfied with you instead of having to go out and find someone else," I retorted. More like, I lied. 

I was very satisfied with Yok, but I was too stubborn to admit it. I didn't want him to know that I craved him.

Yok didn't say anything at first, instead he captured my lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss was rough and painful and left the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue.

"You can say you aren't satisfied with me, but your body tells a different story Ray. You've been hard since the second you realized it was me pushing you against this wall. But whatever, I'll take you at your word. Just stay away from my friend or I'll fuck every last drop of brattiness out of you and leave you so ruined that no one else will ever be enough to satisfy you."

"Oh please, you wish," I spat as Yok released his grip on me.

I was sad at the loss, wanting to let him fuck my bratty behavior out of me, but I'd sworn not to budge and give in to him.

Yok slowly backed away, a knowing smirk on his face. He turned and walked back towards all the chaos of the bar while I stayed standing there against the wall recovering from whatever the fuck just happened.

After a moment I pushed myself off the wall and went to throw the condom away and then left the bar altogether, thoughts of having a drink with Boston long forgotten as I numbly drove home.

I ached for Yok all over again, but I'd stayed true to my word and not yielded to that broke bitch.