The Darker Side of Trey Grey by Tara Spears Page B

his head, sealing his promise with a kiss and some tongue. When he pulled away, I bit and held his lower lip for a second before releasing him.
    “I’m serious,” I said. 
    He bowed his head, nodding earnestly, and I let my inhibitions slip to the pavement just as a black Masserati pulled up to the curb in front of us. Fuck even his car was sexy.

Chapter Five
     
    “Jesus, Trey, I wasn’t enough so you jacked off in your sleep? That’s a bit of a slap in the face.” The masculine voice pulled me forward into a state of grogginess.
    I tried to clear out the nightmare remnants from my head, but they were pulsing in and out of existence with the resident pounding there. Drunk asshole, jacked me off while I slept. Fucking rapist. That’s all you are, Willie. Oh man, my head hurts.  
    A very real hand traveled down my thigh, and I snapped to the present. My mind stumbled, and then twisted in horror as I felt the slime stuck grotesquely to my hand and belly. Oh God. I moaned and right then I realized there was a man moving suggestively against my back. His hard-on was pressed into my ass crack, leaving a damp streak where it touched me. I started to gag, and clambered from the bed as everything lurched around me. 
    My palms pressed into my eyes. I felt something wet and sticky on my cheek and eyelid and pulled my hands down. I started to gag and grabbed my stomach. The feel of semen on my belly caused an instant reaction and I retched violently onto the dark blue carpet.
    The man uttered something I didn’t catch through the keening in my ears and head. I straightened, letting the drool trickle down my chin, too afraid of what was on my hands to wipe it off. I looked at the stranger staring at me.
    “Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I?” My voice cracked.
    I shuddered and looked wildly around the room. It was grey and blue, expensive... I had never seen it before. How had I gotten here? The blond man shook his head as he gave me a dumb look.
    “Shit... Trey, buddy, you had a lot to drink last night.”  
    My eyes snapped to the stranger. “Where the fuck are my clothes?”
    “Calm down. Probably in the living room where we took them off,” he said with a coy smirk. 
    An icy shiver ran all the way to my toes at that implication, and the room began to spin. Oh God what happened?
    “You fucked me?” I squeezed out through a tightening jaw.
    “Not exactly.” He blushed, and for a moment I thought I recognized him then it flittered off before I could grab hold of who he was.
    What the hell does not exactly mean ? Everything around me wavered. Not my room. Why wasn’t I in my room? I should be in my room!
    I have to get home. That’s all. I’ll be okay once I get home. I stumbled forward, out the door into a long white hall and ran down the hardwood. Door. I needed the door. But there were only small interior doors here. I needed a big door. There... a big arched wooden door.  
    When I reached it, the scene in the living room hit me like a fist to the gut. Clothes, some of them mine, and brown couch cushions were scattered all over the floor. I noticed a pink condom next to one of the cushions harboring a dried dribble of... I covered my mouth. “Mmmm.” I spun away from the debauchery, slamming into the door. I grabbed the handle and heaved, but it didn’t move. I kept tugging, and tugging, but it refused to budge.  
    Focus.   Focus.  Focus. I banged my head against the door. Locked. Probably locked. Glancing down I grabbed the deadbolt, twisted and the door flew into me, crashing into my face. Everything began to dim. Home. The word screamed in my head, reviving me. As I removed my hand from the lever, the skin stuck and I shot forward, gagging. I made it to the portico before doubling over and vomiting onto the slate.
    Something lashed tightly around my waist and I swung hard, connecting with the strangers face, and I was freed. I bolted away, fell down the stairs, hit wet stone, and clambered