4. The One That Wouldn't Take 'No' For An Answer

This army boy was more memorable for all the wrong reasons.

A nightclub meeting by chance with this short, fit and conventionally hot blonde boy involved flirting, but not of the intellectual banter variety that I like. Four, unfortunately, was the embodiment of the meathead gym-buff stereotype. Yes, he had the hot bod as a result, but he also had the arrogance and a distinct lack of brains.

He was the first time that I had felt pressured into something in my so-far rather short sexual history. The time that it happened was the last time that we had sex for that very reason.

My nurturer instinct kicked in when he asked me to come around after he’d just had knee surgery for a nasty spill on a motorbike. I knew how vulnerable he was. By that stage, we'd had a few sleepovers and a few average-ish romps, but not enough for me to feel completely comfortable around him still. My sense of self-worth was lacking in such a way that I was still rather humbled that someone as hot as Four would like someone like me...Well, like me enough to have sex with, anyway. And more than once. So that meant that I made a few concessions and gave in when I shouldn't have.

When I arrived, he was sitting on the couch, his leg in a brace and propped up on a cushion, his crutches just out of reach leaning haphazardly against the couch arm. He was halfway through a movie so I sat down on a one-seater not wanting to disturb his leg in any way. I attempted to make small-talk before his short grumpy responses made it clear that now was not chat time. So we sat in silence - aside from him begrudgingly asking me to fetch him a water so he could take his pain meds - until the movie finished. It was getting rather late at that stage so I asked if he wanted a hand to get to the bedroom.

"I'm not a complete cripple," he responded churlishly trying to mask a grimace as he made to get off the couch.

I sighed impatiently before getting up and grabbing the crutches that he was attempting to reach for.

"Needing help doesn't make you weak. Don't be such a baby about it."

Four snatched the crutches off me and struggled to his feet while I stood there with my hands on my hips. He took a few steps towards his bedroom before stopping and turning his head slightly, looking at a spot on the wall as he mumbled "Can you please grab that pack of pills and a glass of water?"

I did as he asked, making sure that he had turned back around before I shook my head slightly and smiled to myself. Clearly that was his way of apologising for his snappy behaviour. Men! I helped him settle into bed, pulling back the covers so he could sit on the edge. He discarded his crutches within reach and manoeuvred his leg onto the bed so that he could lie down.

I sat on the edge of the bed next to him and pulled the covers up carefully over his leg then pecked him on the cheek, tousling his hair in what I hoped didn't come across as a motherly gesture after the whole tucking-in thing. He didn't seem to mind though. I ran a thumb lightly over his bottom lip and thought how damn hot he was all crippled and needy, then stood up to go.

"Where are you going?" He put his hand on my arm.

"Home. Unless there's anything else you need before I go?" I asked.

"Of course there is, come here," He said with a half-smile and a look in his eyes that I understood full well.

"No!” I laughed. “I am not going to risk bumping your leg, not a chance!" He tugged on my arm so I was forced to sit back on the edge of the bed, pulling me closer to him until we were inches from each other's faces. "Seriously, how do you expect this is going to work?" I asked, trying not to smile at the audacity of his offer. I certainly hadn't gone around expecting to have sex with him knowing the state that he was in. In fact I'd thought that it was well and truly out of the question.

But still, despite not being able to offer me anything in return (and not even bothering to pretend to offer, mind you) he managed to talk me into it. How could I say no to a poor invalid? Especially one that still managed to be super sexy and even more so given that he'd let his guard down and been sort-of sweet after snapping at me. At least that's what I thought at the time, but there wasn't a sweet bone in his body. He stroked himself hard in under a minute, whilst offering a few half-hearted kisses, then gestured to the bedside table on the other side of the bed.

"Condom." He said, simply.

I passed him one and watched him roll it on quickly. I wondered if he even planned to touch me.

"Come on then, take those jeans off," he coaxed playfully.

As seemed to be a habit for me with Four, I did as I was told and we had sex – me on top of course given that he could barely move. I rode him, grinding him into me for just a few minutes before he came. He motioned for me to hop off and cleaned himself up then closed his eyes contentedly. I sat on the edge of the bed for an awkward minute before realising that that was my cue to go. So I did.

After his leg was all healed and he was able to hobble around without the aid of crutches, he spent the night at my house. It was the first time that we had seen each other since the root and boot incident and I was still feeling pretty raw about it. We were having sex that night, both of us standing up with me leaning my torso over onto the bed when he pulled out and started rubbing himself against my butt crack.

"Do you like it here?" He asked casually. Whoa, dude! That was a definite no-go zone for me. Even the thought of anal sex grossed me out.

"No," I replied simply and wriggled my butt away from him.

"Why not? Have you tried it?" He persisted. I turned and looked at him, standing there naked with his dick in his hand. No amount of hotness on his part could appease my annoyance.

"No and I have no interest to. So if you don't want to keep going the way we were then -" I stopped talking when he grabbed me by the hips, pushed me onto the bed then rolled me onto my back, grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the bed in one smooth move. Oh, God I loved being thrown around.

He kissed me bruisingly on the mouth before pulling away to whisper "Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

He used just his hips to push his way back into me. It was a not-so-smooth move but nonetheless crazy hot one. When we were finished, we fell asleep quickly not even bothering to get up for a shower. It was easily the best session we'd had yet, which just proved that things got better with practice.

The next morning I awoke to fingers gently probing between my thighs from behind and a hot, hard body up against mine. It wasn't long before I was ready to go, pressing my butt back toward him almost instinctively. His fingers left my body and I then felt his shaft pressing up against my opening. I tilted my hips away from him and turned my head to look at him.

"Condoms are in the top drawer. Same place as last night." I said.

He knew where they were. He hadn't reached for one on purpose.

"I hate those things, they're too tight on me and they hurt," he put his hand on my hips and slid me towards him until my butt collided with his front.

"Well I'd hate a baby more, so get one." I replied curtly and attempted to wiggle away, but he held me fast.

"But you're on the pill," he said, as if that explained it all. "Plus I'm the army and we get full health checks like every three months so I can promise you I'm clean."

"How do you know I am?" I countered.

My neck was getting sore from craning around to look at him so I shifted my body underneath his unrelenting hand so that I was lying flat on my back. Rather than try to pull me against him again, Four quickly moved on top of me pinning me against the bed much as he had the night before, only this time it wasn't hot. "No. I mean it, get off me and get a condom."

"Oh come on it'll be fine, I promise," He cajoled, his hips moving in circles seeking out the right angle to get what he wanted as he pressed his face against my neck.

"Stop it!" I snapped, getting annoyed that he wasn't listening to me. But it was already too late, he smoothly pushed himself inside of me.

"Well it doesn't really matter now does it? Too late." He said, releasing his grip on my hands so he could hold himself up on his elbows to thrust deeper.

Rather than get angry, beat against his chest, slap him in the face as - in hindsight - I probably should have, I closed my eyes and did the ultimate star-fish impression, laying completely still for the few minutes that it took for him to finish. I then pushed him off me, grabbed my bathrobe and left the room, heading to the bathroom and turning on the shower. I took my time in there, hoping he'd get the hint that I wanted him gone. When I came back he was fully dressed. He grabbed his phone, wallet and car keys off the bedside before turning to peck me on the cheek and saying "I gotta run, talk to you soon."

No, you won't.

He closed the bedroom behind him and let himself out. I stood there, frozen, and heard him start up his turbo-charged ute (which should've been the first warning sign, right?). Would he have done exactly the same thing if I hadn't left the room immediately afterwards or would he have stuck around? Maybe apologised?

Not a chance.

I reached for my phone and changed his name in my contacts to ‘DontAnswerYouIdiot.' And I never did again.

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