Chapter 21 #2
Haven probably doesn’t either.
The dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra, matching panties, and those thigh-high stockings I’ve been wanting to rip off her since she put them on.
“Leave the stockings,” Rooke says, leaning back to admire Haven’s ass as he scrapes her hair away from her shoulders. “They’ll be ruined soon, anyway.”
Haven shivers. From cold or anticipation, I can’t tell.
“Your turn.” Rooke’s eyes are on me.
I hesitate until Haven gives me a trembling smile of encouragement, nodding quickly. I shrug out of the coat, suppressing a shiver when the mausoleum’s cool air touches my back.
Rooke reaches past Haven’s shoulder to lay his palm on my chest, and glides it down to my abs. “So much glitter,” he muses, staring at his hand before rubbing it down the front of my pants, right over my throbbing cock.
I bite back a groan as I step back to get away from his touch. He chuckles under his breath, instead wiping the rest of the glitter off on Haven’s stomach.
She arches into the touch, a soft sound escaping her throat.
“Such a responsive little slut.” His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, his eyes flicking up to mine as he kisses the top of her head. “Did you think about me while he was fucking you? Did you imagine my hands instead of his? My mouth?”
Haven shoots me a quick look before dropping her gaze. “N-no.”
“Liar.” He yanks her panties down so roughly, she gasps and tries to grab them. He chuckles at her futile attempt at modesty, stomping the pretty fabric to the floor with his shoe the moment it passes her knees. “You thought about me every single time. Didn’t you?”
Haven is breathing hard now, naked but for her bra and stockings. Her nipples are peaked through the silky bra, her stomach fluttering as she fights for breath.
“Y-Yes.” The word comes out broken. “Yes, I thought about you.”
“Good girl.” He reaches around, cupping her tit through the thin fabric. “And what did you think about?”
“I—”
My palm rubs against the front of my pants before I even realize I’m going to touch myself. I can’t help it, I need friction. There’s a damp spot from all the precum I’ve leaked since Rooke shut the door.
There’s something wrong with me, because I can feel how ashamed Haven is. Her red cheeks, the way she refuses to make eye contact with me.
But I don’t want Rooke to stop, because it’s making me so hard it hurts…and I fucking love it.
“Did you think about my cock, pretty slut?” His other hand slides between her thighs from behind. Haven gasps, her knees buckling before she stiffens her legs…and spreads them.
I groan, pressing harder against my erection, willing my cock to deflate.
But watching Rooke’s hand as he slowly starts fingering her is making it impossible to breathe.
“Did you imagine me filling you up while your boyfriend watched?”
Her eyes shut tight, lashes quivering. “Oh god—”
“Answer the question, Haven.”
“Yes!” She’s trembling all over. “Yes, I thought about—I imagined—fuck—”
“Such a filthy little whore.” His fingers thrust harder, causing her to whimper. “No wonder you ended up where you did, trailer park trash.”
I can’t fucking breathe.
I’m gripping my cock in a white-knuckled grip because I’m seconds away from ripping it out.
I’m about to come, and that sends a rush of rage through me that turns the world white.
“Don’t fucking call her that,” I manage in a strangled voice.
Rooke stop thrusting his fingers into her pussy, instead grinding his thumb against her clit. His eyes find mine over Haven’s shoulder as she arches and bucks into his touch.
“Did I say you could speak?”
I drop my chin, glaring at him. “You don’t get to call her trash—“ I cut off, but everyone can hear the unspoken ‘only I do.’
Rooke’s smile is the scariest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you.” He withdraws his hand from between Haven’s legs, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and giving them each a slow lick. “You think you’re defending her honor?”
“Someone has to.”
“How noble.” He grabs both her tits, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, before shoving her out of the way. She barely catches herself against the sarcophagus, head bowed, shivering. “How chivalrous. The knight in shining armor protecting his lady’s virtue.”
Rooke advances on me, stopping an inch away.
“Here’s the thing, boy.” His wet fingers grip my jaw, forcing me to maintain eye contact even as he grabs my wrist and jerks my hand away from my crotch. “She liked it when I called her trash. And so did you…”
I don’t answer.
Because he’s right.
Hearing him call her that?
Hot as fuck.
We both admitted to it outside campus the other day. Another dirty little secret to add to the pile between us.
“Your girlfriend is a dirty little slut who gets off on being degraded.” He directs my hand toward Haven where she’s still leaning against the sarcophagus, guiding it between her legs from behind. “Feel how wet she is?”
He forces me to cup her with one hand, his other wrenching my jaw so I’m staring at him, not Haven.
“The only difference between you and her is that she’s honest about what she wants. While you—“ he releases my jaw with a shove “—you’re still pretending to be someone you’re not.”
He turns back to Haven, dismissing me entirely.
“Bend over.”
She hesitates for only a second before folding herself over the sarcophagus, her forearms flat against the cold granite, her ass in the air.
Holy fuck.
The stockings frame the curve of her thighs perfectly. The white lace of her bra stands out against her flushed skin. And her pussy—fuck, her pussy is glistening, swollen, arousal smeared on the insides of her thighs.
“Christ, you’re such a beautiful mess.” Rooke runs his palm over the curve of her ass and lands a slap that makes her squeal and leaves an angry red mark on her skin. “Open wide, slut. I want to see that desperate pussy of yours dripping.”
His dark eyes cut to me, and I’m suddenly convinced he’s going to fuck her and make me watch.
And…I think I want him to.
The smile that tugs at his lips makes me think he knows. Because, fuck, he always knows.
“On your knees, boy.”
My legs move before my brain catches up.
One second I’m standing, the next I’m kneeling on the cold stone floor, eye level with Haven’s pussy, close enough to smell her scent mixing with the musty air inside the crypt.
“Good.” Rooke fists my hair. “Now make her come.”
He shoves my face between her thighs.
Haven cries out, her hips jerking back against my mouth as I lick a broad stroke from her clit to her entrance. Her taste explodes on my tongue, forcing a primal growl from my throat.
“That’s it.” Rooke’s fingers tighten in my hair, controlling the pace and angle of my mouth. “Now slower. Make her beg for it.”
I hate that I obey.
Hate that my tongue slows to a torturous drag, teasing her entrance before circling her clit without quite touching it.
Haven whimpers. Her thighs are trembling, trying to press together, but Rooke kicks her feet further apart.
“Keep ‘em open.”
She spreads.
“Wider, whore.”
A sob escapes her throat as she shifts her stance, opening herself completely. I can see every flutter of her pussy as she clenches around nothing. The gleam of her skin in the low light. The way her thighs tremble.
“Please,” she gasps. “Kai, please—”
“He doesn’t decide when you come.” Rooke’s grip tightens in my hair, pulling my mouth away. “I do.”
He holds me there, inches from her pussy, my breath ghosting over her ass cheeks. She’s shaking, ass bucking as she tries to press back against my mouth.
“Tell me what you want, girl.”
“I want—” Her voice cracks. “I want to come, Bastian. Please. Please let me come.”
“And who do you belong to?”
The silence stretches. I can feel her hesitation, can feel her pride warring with her need.
Rooke’s free hand cracks against her ass. The sound echoes off the granite walls like a gunshot.
Haven screams.
“Answer me.”
“You!” The word tears out of her. “I belong to you!”
“Yes, you do.” Rooke’s voice drops to a purr.
She’s crying now, tears tracking down her cheeks, but her hips are still pushing back, still desperate. “Please. I’ll say anything. Just let me—“
Rooke shoves my face back onto her pussy, and I devour her.
No more teasing. No more taunting.
I fuck her with my tongue, licking and sucking and biting at her clit until she’s screaming, her whole body convulsing against the cold stone of the sarcophagus.
“That’s it.” Rooke’s voice is rough now, affected in a way I’ve never heard. “Now come on his face like the desperate little slut you are.”
Haven shatters.
Her pussy clenches against my tongue, flooding my mouth with her release as she wails into the granite. I don’t stop—can’t stop—licking her through the aftershocks until her knees buckle and she collapses against the sarcophagus.
Rooke hauls me up by my hair.
“Open your mouth.”
I don’t even think about obeying. I just do it.
He spits into it.
“Swallow.”
The taste of him mixes with Haven on my tongue. I swallow, my cock throbbing so hard I can feel my pulse in my balls.
“Good boy.” His thumb traces my wet lower lip. “Now it’s your turn to make me proud.”
He finally releases my hair and steps back, his hands moving to his belt. The clink of the buckle is obscenely loud in the quiet crypt. When it hits the ground, my stomach drops with it.
“Haven. On your knees beside him.”
She slides off the sarcophagus on shaky legs, dropping to her knees next to me. Her skin—fever-hot and slick with sweat—brushes mine.
Rooke’s cock springs free when he shoves his pants down.
“Open.”
If his eyes hadn’t moved to Haven, my lips would have parted. I can feel them wanting to, even as I crush them into a thin line.
Haven opens her mouth on his command.
Our professor feeds his cock past her lips, one hand cradling the back of her neck as he watches his shaft disappear into her mouth. Haven’s eyes squeeze closed, a moan vibrating in her throat.
“Eyes on me, girl.”