40. Parker
PARKER
My secret weighs a million pounds after Hadrian’s taunt.
Paranoia creeps up my spine. No one can know—not my friends, not my enemies, and especially not Sable.
I’ve had a lot of time to imagine how this year would go, and at no point was Hadrian anywhere near my Sable.
The truth fills me with a distant dread.
I have no guilt for doing what I felt needed to be done, but could this bastard really be the one to ruin everything for me?
I can tolerate the deal we’ve struck for now, even if every time he touches her, it’s like knives over my skin.
I have to stop myself from breaking my own belongings at the memory of him inside her.
I’m nothing if not the magnanimous guy who everyone likes.
A jock, a good-time guy, they never have a chance to see what lurks beneath the surface.
None of them will ever see. Sometimes diplomacy is necessary, and he does have rights to her, the same as any of the rest of us.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t eventually make him pay for showing up here.
Pacing around my room like a caged animal, I do my best to calm myself, but nothing is working.
I finally decide to check my face in my mirror.
I do a double take at my own reflection.
I hate to admit it, but he really fucked me up.
In fairness, I was trying to kill him. I shrug, but I’m still surprised.
My hand is fucking killing me. I still can’t believe they broke my finger.
I worry how that will affect the coming games that I can’t afford to lose.
The pain grows to the point it can’t be ignored, and I grab a bottle of liquor I only ever touch on weekends.
Popping off the top, I take a long swig directly from the mouth.
It doesn’t dull the pain exactly, but I care less about it, so I drink more.
Before long, the entire thing is gone, and I’m unsteady on my feet.
Lowering my inhibitions probably wasn’t the best choice right now, with danger and missteps lined up for me around every turn, but it's too late for regret now.
And frankly, I feel too fuzzy for regrets.
I like this room a bit more than my one at home, but with her on the other side of that door, it feels more like a torture chamber.
Every minute ticking by seems to grow longer.
I’m only able to force myself to wait for another twenty minutes, long enough that I’m sure no one else has the same plan that I do.
When I crack open the door, a cool rush of air and a spark of electricity tighten my skin.
My mind tries to slip back to an old memory so similar to this one.
Rather than reliving one of the most exciting moments of my life, I force myself to stay in the present.
I touch the bottom right corner of the panel, which emits a low glow similar to that of a bedside lamp.
Cum leaks out of her sweet pink cunt, and the finer details of her features glow.
With the alcohol clouding my brain, there’s a fuzzy quality surrounding Sable. She’s like a little fairy.
I want to do so many nasty and sweet things to her that I’m struck with this overwhelming sensation.
There are too many good things all around me, and I don’t have a clue where to start.
I’ve never drugged anyone or fucked the other Offerings unconscious.
Why bother when they scream if they’re awake?
But I get why Hadrian wanted her like this now.
It’s delicious to be able to do whatever you want without restrictions and for them to just lie there.
I don’t have to like the scumbag to think he had a good idea.
“Sable,” I say her name as I shake her leg like I’m genuinely trying to wake her up.
A dirty smile curls my lips when she doesn’t react in any way.
“Sable,” I say again, landing a light smack against her cheek.
It’s not hard enough to hurt her, but if she were even slightly awake, she would have responded.
Hadrian left her dressed when he fucked her, but I won’t be making the same mistake.
I want to take my time enjoying her entire naked body.
The nightgown slides up her thighs, and I tuck it at her hips before carefully sitting her up.
She flops as I get it over her curves and pull the nightgown over her head.
Her hair is a little messed up, and I think I could have done that better.
She’s in nothing but her panties as I lay her down.
The fabric is thoroughly soaked in their fluids, and it sticks to her skin as I peel them down.
She smells like sweet pussy and salty cum, and my cock twitches in response.
I consider cleaning her up, but not even I can explain why I don’t want to.
My fingers trail over every inch of Sable Briarwick’s perfect body.
Freckles, dimples, the scar at her heel, and a few on her hands. What else can I learn about her?
My lips press to her neck and then slowly trail down her body, kissing over every exposed inch of skin.
I don’t care that she can’t feel it or doesn’t know that it’s happening because it’s not for her.
I’m not kissing to turn her on or make her squirm, even if it’s doing that too.
Her unconscious form trembles beneath me, responding exactly how I’d like her to.
I’m kissing Sable because nothing feels better than her skin under my lips, and I’ve never felt more alive in the moment I brought her down to that car and every one since she’s been here.
I move back down to her cunt, my lips on their mission to touch every part of her, and once again, I consider cleaning away what Hadrian’s left behind.
But my cock pulses, and I know I’m just an animal when my nose slides along her pussy, smelling deeply.
So much of their cum has soaked into the mattress beneath her, but what’s left inside spreads over the tip and glosses my lips.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, and without any thought, my tongue shoots out to taste the mix of their orgasms.
My tongue slides up and down, gathering the slick combination of the two of them.
It’s not how I expected. They mixed into something nasty and forbidden.
I must be sick in the fucking head because this is the best-tasting shit I’ve ever had.
My tongue goes flat against her clit, sweeping up and down as the tip dips into her entrance.
She moans and writhes, and I’m too drunk to think better of my actions.
My cock aches, and despite that, I don’t want to put it in her.
I want to enjoy cleaning her and making her come undone.
I wrap her legs around my head and can barely breathe because I have my face so deep in her pussy. My cock is so hard, leaking into my pants. It would take very little for me to come right now, but I’m only worried about Sable. Her orgasm crests, and she keens as she splashes wetly on my tongue.
Nothing of Hadrian’s taste is left now, just the pure cum leaking out of Sable.
The distant pleasure of an orgasm builds inside me, and I have nothing but my own goddamn zipper pressing on my cock.
Sable’s soft folds slide under my tongue, and I’m so aroused, so aroused my pleasure mounts and my cum spills.
I moan, open-mouthed against her sex as I spill everything I have into my briefs.
I don’t even get a chance to enjoy the orgasm before someone speaks.
“I’m not sure what’s worse, Park, eating Hadrian’s cum or blowing your load in your pants. I’m sitting in the cuck chair, and I have more dignity.”
My eyes slide over to Lex, the mix of Sable’s and Hadrian’s cum thoroughly coating my chin, my own pants, wet and sticky from the release I couldn’t manage to hold in.
It couldn’t be Soren who caught me, or even Orion wouldn’t be so bad.
That would be too easy to deal with if I found the right bribe.
It had to be Lex, the man who’s never let the opportunity to rub someone’s nose in something pass, and I rubbed my own nose in it already. God, this is humiliating.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He holds up a hand and ushers me forward.
“I want to see what you had planned next.” I wish I had the dignity of saying my cock went soft after I came, but it’s still as hard as a rock.
His eyes shoot down to my bulge, and the wet stain shows on my pants.
“You want to fuck her, and I want to watch. Don’t be shy, all of a sudden. I’m horny too.”
But I can’t do this in front of him right now, and he knows it. If I did, I’m sure he would just find a way to use it against me.
“Go to hell,” I spit as I stand, cock still hard and pants wet. “And you better let her sleep.” I walk past him and back into my own room, slamming the door behind me.