Chapter 11
Pain was a familiar friend that reminded me that I was still amongst the living. In all honesty, I was pretty fucking certain I'd be dead by now.
"Quincy, open your fucking mouth and take the meds." Blake's angry voice would have made me laugh if I wasn't in such pain.
I grunted, keeping my lips sealed. As much as I wanted the pain to disappear, the sedative Melony no doubt prescribed for me, put me out on my ass every single time without fail. I couldn't function that way. There was still the fact I needed to move. Daiki knew where the fuck I was. If he knew then anyone who had a grudge against me could know. And there were a lot of those fuckers.
"Quincy, come the fuck on! She said you have to take these." Blake was grumbling like he was the one who’d gotten his ass kicked.
I rolled over on my side and bile burned the back of my throat as a fresh wave of pain rushed up my spine. My abdomen throbbed in time to my heartbeat, along with my head.
"Fine," I forced out as I made my way into a sitting position.
"You aren't fine!" Blake glared at me, his arms outstretched as if he was ready to catch me.
That made me laugh. "This isn't my first time, baby girl, I got this." I snapped my fingers, pointing toward my discarded pair of jeans. "Be a doll and grab the pre-rolled in my wallet." Little fragments of memory flooded in of Blake standing over me, of him laying next to me. Shit, even a few where I was curled around him.
"You don't need weed right now."
I waved off the pills Blake held in his hand. "I sure as shit don't need that. Now, you either give it to me or I'm getting up and grabbing it myself."
Blake's hands balled into fists at his sides. "It took you a full three minutes to even sit up."
"With the right motivation, baby, anything is possible." I winked at my stubborn housemate. He wasn't wrong. I didn't want to get out of bed right now, but if need be, I would just to prove a goddamn point. I wasn't some pussy that would be brought down by a few flesh wounds.
"Fuck, you're an idiot." Blake twisted on his heels, snatched up my pants, and brought me the glorious joint.
I slapped his ass, not minding the slight burn that blossomed over the cuts on my hands. "Good boy."
"I will burn down this entire building with you in it."
The way Blake said it made me believe him. He didn't have that killer feel about him that so many men I surrounded myself with had, but something inside of me said he meant it.
"Noted, you draw the line at good boy." I popped the joint between my lips and he leaned over and brought out a lighter. It was silver, and the skilled way he flicked it was hot in my pain-riddled brain. "Thanks." I inhaled a lungful of glorious smoke and let my eyes flutter closed for a brief second of reprieve. "How long was I out?"
"Not long enough," Blake grumbled. He took the joint from between my fingers after my third inhale, and took a hit. I didn’t recall telling him I’d share, but then again, he did stay and nurse me. "Two days. I know Melony said you were a shit patient, but I didn't think you'd refuse meds on the third damn day."
"Fuck, two days? I was out for two fucking days."
I didn’t have time to be lying around. I snatched the joint back and put it between my lips as I twisted and planted my feet on the floor. One strong pull of smoke, and I pushed off the bed.
"Quincy!"
"Yeah, you like calling my name, don't you?" I wheezed out. Smoke curled from between my parted lips as pain struck every nerve possible in my body.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Damn, you're kind of obsessed with me now, aren't you?" I teased.
"Would you stop fucking around? You’re really messed up. I was sc—Lay your ass down!"
I stopped in my tracks and stared at the mystery that was Blake Vitale. "How did Melony get here?"
His brows dipped. "I don't know. A car, like any other person?"
I shook my head, getting more skeptical by the second. I inched closer to Blake. "No, I mean, why in the fuck was she here? You haven't been in New York long enough to know who to call, let alone to afford her fees."
When he didn't say anything, I started to smile. "You called Benito, didn't you? You asked your big bro for help."
"Go fuck yourself." Blake glared at me. "You refused to go to the hospital. I didn't know what to do. Unlike you, I'm not used to people coming home how you did."
If Benito knew, that meant so did Harlow. "Please tell me Harlow didn't come over."
"Why? Afraid he might see you hurt?"
I laughed. "Fuck no, he's seen me closer to death then anyone ever has." But I hadn't exactly clued him in on the situation with the yakuza and how I was currently on the outs.
"Yeah,” Blake huffed. “He was here."
Fuck . I wanted to ask questions, but instead, I bent over to grab my pants. More pain slipped under my flesh, clawing through every muscle. I went still, sucking in shallow breaths as I fought through it.
"Why do you care that he was here? You want him that badly, huh?"
I shot up. Another round of instant regret. I clutched my pants tightly, forcing my fingers not to let go as the wave of discomfort washed over me. The world around me tilted just slightly as I tried everything to ignore the pain. "What?" I squeezed my eyes shut, regulating my breathing as I got the pain under control.
"Come on, Quincy. Anyone with eyes can see how you pine after him."
I shook my head. "Used to. Not anymore."
"That's not how feelings work," Blake reminded me.
"Sure, it is. If there is a fucking will, there is a way. Harlow and I are best friends." And honestly, I preferred it that way. There were times I'd held out hope that we would end up together, but that would never happen. I saw how Harlow looked at Benito and I knew he’d never have pointed that look my way. Any lingering feelings I had no longer mattered.
Besides, I accepted it two months after they had their second wedding, and I'd buried myself in sex and weed. Pleasure and drugs were a hell of a cure to unrequited love. I should sell my advice, help those lovesick saps out in the world and bring in more money.
I held out my hand toward Blake.
"What?"
"Drugs."
"Now you want to take them?"
I smiled at him. "Well, I got a pretty hot nurse."
He handed them over, watching me skeptically. I tossed the sedative, dry swallowed the antibiotics, and chewed the pain pills.
"Goddamn it, Quincy."
While Blake looked around for the discarded pill, I headed for my closet and slipped a shirt over my head. A look down confirmed the amount of pain throbbing in my midsection. It was littered with fresh bruises and bandaged cuts.
Fucking Daiki.
I shoved the plain black shirt down and pulled out a new duffle bag for Blake, mine, and a few suitcases.
"Where are you going?"
"We're moving." I passed a bag over to Blake. "Start packing. What doesn't fit gets left behind."
He stared at me for a long while without moving.
I snapped my fingers. "Chop-chop, peaches."
"Quincy, I know some people tweak out on weed, but are you having, I don't know, a moment?"
Why in the fuck did he make it sound like I needed to be carted off to the insane asylum?
"You do remember how I came back, right?"
"Yeah, fucked up and an asshole."
To be fair, when I walked through the door, I was already pissed off and in excruciating pain. Keeping my eyes open had been damn near impossible. Walking into everything gone and the house spotless had been the literal straw that broke the camel's back.
"Sorry about that." I started tossing shit into one of the bags, not really paying attention to what I was adding. "Don't do that again... I can't." How did I explain that I needed it there? That it had been my normal, my entire life, and now without it I was unable to function.
"No, it was my bad. I should have asked," Blake said.
"What is this, girl scouts? We gonna braid each other’s hair next? Don't start getting all sappy on me," I teased, not sure what to do with the sincerity in Blake's voice. Most people didn't give a damn.
"You can't ever just be normal?"
"No, now stop twiddling your thumbs up your ass and pack. We leave in two hours." I rushed back to the closet and grabbed the bag of money I had stashed. It wasn't much but it was the perfect amount for a decent one bedroom. I'd have to rebuild the get-the-fuck-out-of-dodge stash, but that was expected.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Blake asked.
"Nope." I grabbed my phone and checked over the messages.
Daiki: Russians. I want it done now.
I ignored Daiki’s message in favor of Harlow. My stomach twisted. The last thing I wanted was for him to start asking questions.
Harlow: Text me when you're moving.
The simple message eased some of the stress. I didn’t want or need Harlow giving me pity. We didn’t work like that.
Quincy: Alive, you know me. I'm like a cockroach.
I slipped my phone away and finished packing my shit. I stepped out of the bedroom and stared at the couch. It always came with me.
"Wait, there's a lot of crap still here."
"Yeah, come on." I headed down to the parking garage where I left my car. It had been ages since I drove it. There wasn't much of a reason to own one in the middle of the city. Except to have it when it was time to move. I tossed in a few bags and took the others from Blake. "Load up what we can."
We made our way back upstairs, and thankfully, Blake stopped asking questions. I had no idea if Daiki had eyes on my place, but knowing him, he did. The feeling of ants crawling all over my body had me scratching at my neck.
"You're scaring me a bit," Blake said as we carried down another load. A few more things were still upstairs.
"This is what scares you?"
"Yes, you're acting weird."
"No, I'm being smart. I'm getting the fuck out of this place."
"That's clear. I just don't understand why. Is it because I cleaned up?"
"What?" I twisted around and stared at Blake. "No, that's a stupid reason. I can always clutter the place back up."
"Then why?" he stressed.
I shook my head and snatched up the last bag. I was faced with the couch again. I really hadn't seen the ugly thing in months. But there was an attachment to it that I couldn't quite put into words. Disgust warred with nostalgia as I stared at the thing. I needed to walk away, but wanting to keep something familiar and comforting kept me stuck.
"If we're moving, then the couch doesn't need to go, right?" Blake asked.
Yes. No. I blew out a breath. "No, not enough time or space."
After six hours of driving around and checking out various apartments, I found just the place. No one ever said no to cash in hand. My name went nowhere near the lease and they mentioned to no one I was there.
I opened the new place and my shoulder blades instantly tightened. It was empty and clean. The neighborhood wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst I'd come from either.
"Wow." Blake stepped in behind me.
"We're still down to a one bedroom."
He shrugged. "At this point, I'm used to you sleeping with your dick out."
I rolled my eyes and checked out the bedroom. It was slightly bigger than the last place I had. The shower actually looked like it could fit two people instead of the small square in my last place. The closet left much to be desired but it was good enough.
"Let's get our shit moved in and I'll call for pizza. Any specifics?"
"Not picky."
I sent in the order to my usual guy and he let me know he'd meet me a block away from my new place. I didn't take many chances. I'd see if Daiki learned my new address before letting anyone deliver.
"What about a bed?" Blake asked, carrying bags up the three flights of stairs.
"I'll see about getting the princess a mattress later this week." It was going to be tight, but I'd find a deal.
Blake flipped me off before heading in. I went to grab the rest from the car. The entire time we’d driven around, I made sure no one followed, taking random turns and checking every few minutes. I scanned the street searching for anyone looking a little too closely.
"It's about time for your pain pills again," Blake reminded me as he grabbed more bags.
There was a definite ache throbbing over my entire body. "Yeah." Satisfied that no one was watching us, I grabbed the last of the bags and locked the car up. We headed in, my stomach growling with every step. I couldn't wait for the pizza to be ready. The moment we stepped into the apartment, I dropped down with exhaustion. Pain made moving around ten times harder. I wanted to break and fall asleep, but hunger was making that impossible.
I felt his gaze on me, and I forced my eyes open only to find Blake watching me.
"I'm fine."
"You sure as fuck don't look fine. Did any of your stitches open?" he asked.
"Nope." I showed him my arms and hands. They were hot and raw, but still sealed. "Why don't you busy yourself instead of watching me."
"With what?" Blake had his arms out wide indicating the empty apartment.
Right, there’s nothing here. I grunted.
"Pain meds?"
"Weed," I answered.
Blake didn't argue with me as he brought me a joint.
"Nice, you rolled this?"
He shrugged, lighting it for me.
Time seemed to trickle by as we silently passed the joint between each other. I was sharing more of my shit then I ever thought I would. I couldn't say I absolutely hated it.
My phone vibrated, letting me know the food was here. I grunted and groaned as I got off the floor and headed to the door. "Be right back." I didn't wait on Blake's response before I was headed down the stairs. Each step brought the pain to life. The only reason I was still moving was the promise of food and the good shit I was smoking.
I met my pizza guy and took both pizzas, cheesy bread, and wings to the apartment. Like always, I circled back and made weird twists and turns before going into the building. In a few weeks, I'd stop doing the extra steps, but a new place meant extra precautions. I kicked the door.
Blake opened it, glaring at me like I was a bad kid. I smiled at him in greeting.
"Honey, I'm home." I walked past him. "Did you miss me?"
"Do I have to remind you that you're injured?"
I shook my head. I could feel it with every fucking inhale. I sat the pizza on the floor and plopped my ass down along with it.
Blake snagged a slice. I stared at him. Apparently, Blake had taken my advice and not only asked for Benito's help for me, but for himself too. That meant he owed him.
"What's the job?" I grabbed a slice of pizza and stuffed my face. It was greasy heaven.
"I don't know yet, but he said it's going to be big because he had to cover for me at the dinner."
"Oh right, you missed the family dinner. You know, you could have let me be. I wasn't going to die." There was no way I was giving the universe the sick satisfaction of me giving into death.
"No, you were pretty bad, and I didn't want to go."
"Scared to face Daddy?"
Blake tossed a banana pepper at me, and I thoughtfully picked it up where it landed on my shirt, and ate it.
"No, I'm not afraid of him."
"Then you're even stupider than you look."
Blake's head tilted. "You're yakuza and you're afraid of Cesare Vitale?"
"I'm human, and anyone who's flesh and bone should have some kind of fear when it comes to a man like that." I snatched up my drink, wishing it had something stronger than Coke, but even I knew not to mix meds with alcohol.
"Harlow isn't and I'm pretty sure Benito isn't either."
"Engh!" I slipped open the other box of pizza looking for the perfect slice. "They don't show their fear, but even they tiptoe around that man. In his prime, he held New York City in the palm of his hands. Sure, it was bathed in blood and people were afraid to even step outside their doors, but there was no doubt that Cesare Vitale is a man who earned his title."
"You know a lot about the Vitales?" The curiosity that played on Blake's face would be comical if I didn't know he was serious.
"I know a lot about a lot of families." It was part of why Denji Hayashi hadn't gotten rid of me after Harlow left. I was far more valuable on his team, or at least I'd thought so. The latest encounter with Daiki said otherwise, reminding me I was at the bottom once again. It was like the years of showing my worth meant nothing; a bitter pill I was forced to swallow.
I shoved the unhelpful thoughts out of my head. "Why? What do you want to know?"
Blake shrugged. "Does Benito run things now or my dad?" He didn't sound too sure about calling Cesare dad, but I left that bag of daddy issues alone. It wasn't like I was the poster child for healthy relationships with parents.
"Officially, as far as the family and those around are concerned, Benito. He came out a few years ago when the Vitales had lost their footing thanks to your pops getting put away. Him, Giancarlo, and Enzo rocked the entire state when they killed and maimed their way back to the top. Benito and Gin were excellent businessmen too. Gin could make any contract a reality, and Benito can charm anything with at least an ounce of a soul. And Enzo? He’s great at convincing people through pain and torture. And he handles the clean up too. They rarely ever get caught."
“Wait.” He counted on his fingers, his brows scrunching together. “You’re missing one.”
I shook my head. “That would be Paolo, Gin’s twin. Not a whole lot I can tell you about him since he was presumed dead up until a few months back. His involvement is a bit more complicated.” I took another healthy bite of pizza, loving every greasy bite. “He was involved with the FBI.”
Blake put his pizza down, surprise on his face. "Wow.” He frowned. “They kill a lot?"
I lifted a single brow, chewing on the bite of pizza before washing it down with soda. "Are you really asking me that?"
Blake's mouth opened and closed a few times before he shut it. "Okay, but not innocent people?"
He’s joking, right?
I scoffed. "Oh, sweet baby girl."
"Fuck you. It's a reasonable question."
"No, it's not, and you better figure that out quickly." I sat back, glad to finally have some food in my stomach. "The family you're trying to enter isn't some vigilante group that fights for justice. They take what they want, own what they see fit, and kill anyone who gets in their way."
He needed a reality check. Whatever work Benito had for him, I hoped it wiped the delusion from his brain. We ate the rest of our meal in relative silence. Stomach full, I was ready for meds, shower, and possibly sleep.
I got off the floor and grabbed the pill bottle from Blake's bag.
"Sure, go through my things. Who cares about privacy?"
"You had your dick up my ass. I think privacy went out the window already." I shook out two tablets and took them without waiting another second.
"You're only supposed to take?—"
I slapped my hand over Blake's mouth. "Shh. If you don't tell, I won't."
Sharp pain shot up my arm as Blake sank his teeth into the meaty flesh of my palm.
I smirked. "Yeah?" Before he knew what was happening, I dropped my hand and grabbed him. Our bodies flushed against one another. I bit down on his shoulder through his clothes.
"Shit!" Blake pushed against my shoulders, and I nearly laughed. Even while I was hurting him, he was careful not to hit or press against anywhere there were bruises on my body.
I released him and headed for the new room. There wasn’t a bed but I could deal with that. Wasn't like it hadn't happened before. I was pretty sure I had a blow up one still tucked away for situations just like this.
"What are you doing now?"
"Showering. You joining?" I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head before shoving down my pants. The pain meds were working through my system, making me blissfully unaware of the pain. I turned, fully nude, waiting for Blake to answer.
His blue gaze dragged down my body and then up again. He looked everywhere until he focused on my cock.
"We've been over this, my eyes are up here."
Blake, unlike the first night he stayed with me, continued to stare.
"You want to suck it again?"
His gaze met mine and I expected some snark, but instead, all I got was a laugh. "It was the best you ever had, wasn't it?"
This goddamn asshole . "I'd give you a solid seven point five."
He snorted. "Yeah, the way you practically shoved your dick down my throat says it was ten out of ten."
My lips stretched into a smile against my will. "Eh, I've gotten a lot of blow jobs in my life. You're in the top twenty easy. Be proud, doll, not many score that good."
Blake stepped closer, getting into my face. He was shorter than me, forcing me to look down at him. The warmth that radiated off him drew me in. The weed, pain pills, and a full stomach made me crazy, apparently. I wanted to pull him closer and close the small gap and just sleep. It was a comfort I didn't take from many people, not while I was injured and was at my weakest. I should have dropped his ass off at Benito’s and went underground until I was able to fully function. Instead, I had Blake with me, and didn't think for a second to pawn him off.
"Harlow in that top twenty?"
Blake's question threw me for a loop, and I took a step back. "What the hell?"
His gaze bore into me imploring me to answer. My fogged-up brain was no help as I tried to come up with something clever. This was exactly why I didn't fuck with medications. Damn Melony prescribed the strong shit every single time. Starting tomorrow, I was switching to over the counter shit.
"Answer me," Blake demanded. His hand wrapped around my cock and he played with the piercing with his thumb. My last remaining brain cell abandoned ship the moment pleasure rippled through my body. I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
"Blake—"
The man dropped to his knees and had his lips pressed against the tip of my cock. He stared up at me, his blue eyes framed by thick black lashes. My cock twitched in his hold, fully hard with just a bit of teasing.
His pierced tongue poked out and lightly caressed my cock. Goosebumps rose over my arms at the promise of pleasure. I was too fucking high for this.
"This is why they say don't do drugs." I moaned as Blakes tongue flicked against the tip of my cock again. "No."
"No, he's not in your top twenty, or no, he's never given you a blow job?" Blake asked.
What is this? "What are you, a cop now? Fucking interrogating me and shit."
Blake shrugged, that fake innocence coming over his face. He should have been a goddamn actor with how good he was switching up. "I just want to get to know you better."
A laugh bubbled up and broke off into a moan as Blake dropped his head down further and took one of my balls into his hot, wet mouth. Fuck, I was a goner.
"No to both." I grabbed a fistful of his black hair and pulled his head back. "Stop teasing and actually do it."
Blake licked his lips, leaving behind a sheen of wetness that needed to be on my dick instead. He stroked my cock, playing with the fucking ring every single time he moved up. He might just in fact be a Vitale, because there was a devil in him. The masterful way he was playing with my cock had precum dripping from my slit.
"This part of you is at least honest." Blake smiled at me like a mad man.
"Keep playing with me, baby girl, and I will ruin you."
A visible shiver wracked down Blake's body, or maybe I was starting to see things. Who the fuck knew? The drugs were in my system and his hand was wrapped tightly around my cock, putting me on cloud nine.
"Just be honest. I'm the best you've ever had."
"Put my goddamn dick in your mouth." Agitation and need lapped at the base of my spine. I curled my toes into the carpet as I rocked forward, wanting to be buried down his throat.
"Why do you sound so eager when I'm not that good?"
"くそっ 殺してやる." Damn it, I'll kill you.
"What does that mean?" Blake purred.
Instead of answering him, I shoved him back, forcing his hand off my cock. He hit the floor and I followed right behind him. I pressed my fingers between his lips, forcing his mouth open. Without waiting, I shoved my cock into his hot mouth. Pleasure spilled over and rushed down my entire body. I plunged my cock into his throat, loving the tight feel that wrapped around me.
"You flew too goddamn close to the sun, baby girl. Now I have to fuck your cute mouth."
Blake's throat squeezed around my cock as he coughed and made needy little sounds for air. I looked down at him as I pulled back slowly, dragging my cock over his tongue before thrusting back down his throat. I repeated the motion, my abdomen muscles clenching with every thrust. The pain was muddied by the meds, but small sparks broke through and added to the pleasure rippling through me.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I watched, transfixed, every single time my cock disappeared down Blake's throat. My heartbeat pounded in my head in time to my thrusts as I fell prey to ecstasy. Blake's hands went from my waist to cupping my ass. He pulled one cheek to the side exposing my hole. A needy shiver raced up my spine, and I snapped my hips forward.
Blake grunted around my cock before he started actively participating. I was fine fucking his throat like my own personal hole, but everything kicked up a notch the moment Blake started moving his tongue. My toes curled and my breath hitched as a moan escaped me. He moved in time with me; as I pulled my cock back from his mouth, he sucked me greedily back in.
His fingers danced over my hole and I went still. I was high but was I high enough to let him have a chance at my ass again? Remembering the unrefutable ecstasy I'd been in as Blake fucked me was hard to forget. As if my body had come up with the answer well before my brain could, I rocked back in invitation.
The bastard didn't push them in like I knew he wanted to. I wasn't the only one desperately seeking pleasure either. The sound of Blake's zipper coming undone was like a beacon. My body was confused for a second, riddled with indecisiveness. I wanted to continue to fuck Blake's throat but the thought of riding his cock was just as appetizing.
The sharp smack on my ass dragged my attention back to him. I met his bright blue eyes as he swirled his pierced tongue around my cock, drawing me back in. I hadn't even realized I started to withdraw.
I rocked back and Blake moved his fingers away again. A growl worked up my throat. "Keep it up and I will make sure you sound like you smoke ten packs of cigarettes a day." I moved my hand down to his neck and squeezed. "Put your goddamn fingers inside of me."
Blake's eyebrows lifted and the corners of his mouth followed. He was smiling around my cock like he had me exactly where he wanted me. Desperation twisted in my gut as I stared down at him. He couldn't talk, and yet I knew exactly what he wanted.
"バスタード." Bastard. I licked my lips giving into the feel of the pleasure. " このゲームは2人でプレーできる." This game can be played by two people.
Despite what I said, the pleasure tickling the base of my spine said otherwise. I rocked back and forth, trying to ignore the heat of his fingers touching my hole but not penetrating me.
"I'm not a bottom." Usually, I topped more often than not. I switched on occasions. I couldn't refute the pleasure of taking dick, any sane man would agree it was amazing, but the way Blake was challenging me felt like he was trying to prove something.
Blake groaned around my length, sending delicious vibration straight to my balls. My thrusts stuttered as I gave into the pleasure.
"Fuck, you're playing dirty, baby girl." I snapped my hips forward, burying myself deep until Blake's nose touched my body. I squeezed his throat and nearly came. "ファックファック。すごく気持ちいい。" Fuck, fuck. It feels so good . My voice sounded needy and desperate to my own ears as I moaned like a whore in heat.
I was right on the cusp of cumming, but I just couldn't get over that last bit. I glared down at Blake, knowing damn well what he wanted.
"Yes, you're the best I’ve ever had," I growled.
Blake shoved two fingers into my mouth. I lapped at them, curling my tongue around his digits and sucking on them before he yanked them free. Before I knew it, he pressed them inside of me and my mind went blissfully blank as pleasure ripped through every nerve ending. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself on his fingers and sliding my cock back down his throat. The sounds that filled the room were a symphony that I was the fucking star of. My moans bounced off the walls and I was too far gone to give a fuck how they sounded. He curled his fingers inside of me and sent me straight to heaven.
Or maybe it's hell. That was where all the fun people go, right?
I fell forward, barely catching myself as pleasure robbed me of all thought. My body was moving on its own as ecstasy built to new heights. Blake toyed with my prostate relentlessly. He had me panting and flipping between Japanese and English. I looked between us and lost it the very second I watched my cock disappear between Blake's abused lips again.
My climax slapped me hard, taking my breath with it for a split second. The entire world disappeared and I was wrapped tightly in a blanket of pleasure. I came down Blake’s throat, and the greedy fuck swallowed it down, drawing out more and more until I was a shaky mess. I didn't have the strength to pull myself free, not when he was still fucking my hole with his fingers like he could force me to cum back-to-back within the span of seconds.
I shivered, my arms losing strength with every passing second. The sounds of Blake feverishly stroking himself dragged another groan out of me. He released my cock with an audible pop. His lips were parted and almost looked good enough to kiss.
"So close," Blake whimpered.
My body reacted on its own. I pushed back, fucking his fingers again. I was sensitive. Every graze of his fingers over my prostate brought me closer to ruin.
"What's the matter, baby girl? You want to fill me with your cum again?" I teased, clenching around his fingers, secretly wishing it was his cock buried in me instead. He was turning my brain into mush and my body into something I didn't recognize. I was all for pleasure, but one time bottoming for him was cool. Seeking it out was another story.
"Yes," Blake groaned. "You feel good around my cock. I bet you want to be bred." He pressed against my prostate. "Your ass was meant to take cock." Hot splashes of cum hit my back as Blake's back bowed and he came. He stared at me the whole time, dragging a need out of me that had no business ever coming to life.
Fuck. Nothing good came from fucking with a Vitale.