Sixteen #2
I glared up at him. He reached out and fisted my hair, hauling me to my knees. I winced and gasped as his hold tightened. Tate pulled his dick from his pants.
“Open,” Hail said, moving forward and stroking Tate’s cock slowly.
Tate let out a soft groan at the action. A pearl of excitement slipped from the head of Tate’s bulging cock as Hail continued to slowly stroke him.
I cried out when Hail shoved my face forward and aimed Tate’s dick at me. Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and sucked him down, wanting to gag. Wanting to run. Wanting to escape the fucking hell I was in. If this was going to be my life, I didn’t want it.
Hail guided my head up and down on Tate’s dick as I choked and gagged, the ugly sounds making my stomach churn.
Moments later, Tate’s cock thickened, and his release filled my mouth.
“Swallow all of it,” Hail said, tightening his hold on my hair.
I thought he was going to pull the strands from my scalp as I choked down Tate’s bitter taste.
Without releasing me, Hail tugged me over to Drake who gave me a wicked smile, his dick already out and hard.
“Suck his cock, rat.” Hail rammed my face into Drake’s lap.
Between the spit and tears, it was a damn mess as I sucked Drake to completion, the nausea roiling so hard I gagged as I sagged away from Drake.
“She’s good,” Drake grunted as he tucked himself away.
Hail smirked and hauled me over to Fallon whose face was pale. He slid away from me, his hands in fists on his thighs as his leg jumped like he was trying to stop himself from running from the room.
“What the fuck, Fallon? You want Tate to suck you off instead?” Hail called out as he held me. “I’ve seen you checking out her ass, so don’t tell me this isn’t a dream come true for you.”
“Man, Hail, it’s enough, OK? You made your point. You don’t need to do this. I don’t need to her to suck my cock.” Fallon’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he stared down at me.
I had to look like a hot mess.
“Take your fucking dick out or watch me, Drake, and Tate run a train on her, you holier than thou fuck-wit.”
Fallon gave me a worried look as I shook in Hail’s hold. We both knew Hail meant business, so Fallon unzipped his pants and pulled his thick length out.
“Think you can take all that cock, rat?” Hail’s hot breath in my ear made me shiver.
When I didn’t answer, he shook my head, making me cry out.
“No. Hail, please—”
Fallon let out a soft noise. “It’s fine, man. I don’t need my dick sucked, especially by someone who doesn’t want to do it.”
Hail gave my head a shake, the agony of strands splintering free of scalp making me cry out.
“Tell Fallon you want to suck his big dick. Convince him. Make me believe you want it.” Hail released me with a hard shove forward.
I landed in Fallon’s arms and gazed up at him with a wobbling lip.
His eyes told me everything I needed to know in that moment. He wasn’t like Hail and the other two assholes. Why he was a lord baffled me.
“You don’t need to,” he whispered again.
Shakily, I leaned into him and whispered in his ear as I took his soft length into my hand and stroked him amid a soft hiss from him. “I do. I h-have to.”
“Fuck.” He sucked in a sharp breath.
Whether it was because he was annoyed and coming to terms with Hail’s demands or if I was making his thickening cock feel good, I had no idea. Maybe it was a bit of both.
“I don’t hear you telling him,” Hail snarled from behind me.
I swallowed hard and peered at Fallon. His lips parted and his brows crinkled as he stared back at me. In a brave move, he reached out and cradled my face.
“I-I want to suck your big dick,” I choked out.
He winced, torment on his face.
Hail’s voice cut in. “Good. Now do a good job. Fallon here likes to think he’s a nice guy. He needs to get off so we know he likes it too. If you can’t get him off, then you’re going to be in big trouble.”
I swallowed and stroked Fallon for another moment. A beautiful guy for sure, but I never thought I’d be doing this with him. He’d made it known before he wasn’t into this shit, so I knew he didn’t want this for me. He’d tried to get out of it. He’d even saved me the night before.
“It’s OK,” I whispered, staring up at him.
“Bianca—”
His words faltered as I sucked him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he hissed, moaning as I worked him as hard as I could.
I didn’t want Hail and his two assholes to fuck me. God, I didn’t. So I put everything I had into the moment with Fallon, telling myself I’d be OK. Fallon wasn’t so bad. At least he wasn’t a complete piece of shit considering he’d just made it known he didn’t want this and it was a shit idea.
I heard Hail step back. After a few moments of sucking, Fallon’s shaky hands swept through my tangles, his breathing heavy. He carefully guided my head up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting gently.
His dick thickened and twitched against my tongue just before he spurted his release into my mouth amid a low groan. His body shook as he emptied himself down my throat, his muscles corded and tight.
“Good,” Hail appraised softly as Fallon’s movements slowed.
He removed his cock from my mouth before casting me a look of deep remorse, his cheeks red. His hand gave mine a quick squeeze before he tucked himself away, shame on his face.
Yep. Fallon wasn’t so bad. But he was still a lord, and for that, my heart broke.
“That’s my very special girl,” Hail said, crouching beside me as I tore my eyes away from Fallon.
“Now, think about how you’re going to react the next time I tell you to do something.
I want you to get your fucking dirty, slut ass out of my sight.
Crawl back into your dumpster, rat. I’ll send for you when I need you again. ”
He shoved me hard, and I landed on my side. I didn’t waste any time staggering to my feet and getting the hell out of there. I left my torn panties behind.
Hail fucking Ivanov could keep them as a reminder of the night he made the biggest mistake of his life.
I wasn’t going to just take him down. I was going to take them all down.
Kings. Lords. I wouldn’t discriminate. If they wanted a war, I’d give them one.