Chapter 3 Weston
Weston
My hand is shaky as I reach up to the bottom of my mask and slowly start to push it back.
Sevan Berlant’s wanted to fuck me up for years already, and now I’m certain he’s actually going to.
But as I’m pushing back my mask he reaches out, slapping at my wrist.
“Don’t take that off.”
“Sev, I already fucked this up. I’m taking off the mask.”
“Nope,” he says, grabbing the lower edge and pulling it back down until it’s just above my mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t get to make demands anymore.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re going to get on your knees.”
I let out a long breath. “This isn’t good.”
Sev looks me in the eye, regarding me coldly.
“Mhm. Not good at all.”
By the time he slides off the edge of the mattress, he’s already reaching for the button at the top of his pants.
My heart pounds hard in my chest, and suddenly it feels like the room is spinning around me.
I’m flitting back and forth between raw fear and defiance.
A bad, bad strain of defiance that’s been coursing through me all night like a rabid wolf suddenly let out of its cage.
I swallow past a dry throat and force myself to look away as he drops his pants to the ground.
“No,” I say. “Finish what you started, Sev. Get me off. Certainly acted like you wanted it.”
Sev’s hand comes down on my mouth hard, not with a stinging slap but with a firm pressure.
He cuts off the end of my sentence, then drags his hand lower and pushes two of his fingers past my lips.
“Keep the mask on while I fuck your mouth, Weston,” he says in a low tone as he slides his fingers back and forth over my tongue.
He takes them out and slides his slicked fingers over my lips.
“Not going to happen.”
“I was never going to make you come,” he explains, and my heart skips a beat as he pulls off his underwear, dropping them to the ground.
“You’re going to suck me off, take my cum, and walk back to Onyx House with your tail between your legs knowing that my load is still inside you, Weston. On your knees.”
His cock is right there in front of me.
Thick, bare, and hard. The angle is strange from behind the mask, and I can only catch glimpses of it as he moves.
He pushes me to the ground and it’s nothing like when the crazy guy tried to restrain me. The way Sevan is touching me is more deliberate. Slower and firmer.
Like he’s unhurried and patient.
I am so fucking screwed.
This night was meant to be revenge. A way to get back at the one person who hates me more than anyone, then finally reveal to him that it was my dick he was sucking.
And of course, my best laid plans always turn out to be the goddamn worst ones.
Sev cups his hand beneath my chin, cradling my head and tipping it backward so that he can get an angle where I’m forced to look up at him.
“Why were you here?” he asks. “Really?”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
Jesus.
Why can’t I curb my fucking mouth around a guy who probably wouldn’t hesitate to choke me out?
“Tell me why you were here.”
“Because I wanted you to suck me off,” I tell him, unable to hide the venom in my tone. “Why is that so difficult for you to get?”
Sev is quiet for a moment.
He looks me over like he’s studying for some goddamn test.
“You had a plan?”
“Is that so hard to believe? Just because you call me Sheriff doesn’t mean I don’t do what I want, sometimes.”
“Thought you were straight as an arrow.”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he finally pushes my hood all the way down, grabbing my hair in his fingers and giving it a tug.
“Thought you were, too,” I tell him. “Until I found out you come to these fucked up parties.”
“How did you get an invitation to Zenith?”
“Roman has his ways. I asked, he made it happen for me. And I have to say, I’m not impressed by Zenith. Sex, violence. I can see why it’s your favorite hideout.”
“It isn’t just about sex or violence. I think you should have figured that out by now.”
He’s stroking his cock idly in front of me.
And I can’t stop glancing down, trying to catch a glimpse.
Bad enough that I’m still painfully fucking hard, but… he is, too.
Sev knows it’s me, and he’s still hard.
Something in my brain has bypassed the normal circuitry, and I know I’m going to say something stupid before I can shut myself up.
“Should have known you weren’t completely straight,” I tell him. “You always had such a problem with me, but maybe that’s because you had a crush. Do you bitch at me all the fucking time because you actually want my throat?”
The words are only tumbling out of my mouth because I’m panicking, and with each new thing I say I know I’m digging my grave deeper.
I can’t let it go, though.
I was so close.
So close to finally having an upper hand on him, for once. Finally putting him in his place. Sev Berlant is the definition of someone who provokes just because he can.
And I almost got to ruin that forever.
He grips my hair a little tighter, making it hurt before he finally lets it go. My head falls back downward a little and I catch a glimpse of him stroking his cock.
Christ.
The first time I’ve had a naked cock anywhere close to my face.
I want to stare, but I’m afraid to at the same time.
“I don’t want anyone,” Sev finally says flatly. “I don’t give a damn if the person wrapped around my cock is a man or not. Either way, I’m going to get off, and then live my life the way I like to. Independently. Alone.”
“And that’s why you come to Zenith nights?”
“Yes, I like to fight, and I like to do it without being told no from people like you,” he says. “And I prefer sex to be anonymous. Unattached. You really went and screwed that up for me, tonight.”
“So you don’t even have one-night-stands unless they’re anonymous,” I breathe. “What are you avoiding, Sevan?”
He forces his cock up against my mouth before I can dig myself into the ground any further.
Suddenly there’s warm, soft skin up against my lips.
His fucking cock, touching my mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter against him.
“Open.”
After my curiosity about men got so bad it almost made me snap over the past year, it’s finally happening.
And it has to be like this. Him forcing himself into me while this stupid mask is on my face because he can’t even stand to see me. Pushing his cock against me like it’s a threat, an invasion of privacy, a fucking retaliation.
Yet my cock is harder than it’s been all night, neglected between my legs, probably dripping with precum for him to see.
His palm is below my chin again a moment later and he pushes my jaw down and open, finally sliding onto my tongue.
I’m then filled with him.
Inch by inch of Sev’s cock slides inside me, and the sensation is so new, so different, that I don’t even try to retaliate.
He pushes slowly into my mouth like it’s his territory to claim. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment and when I open them again, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes again through the holes in the mask.
“Very good,” he utters in a low tone, sliding deeper.
Shoving in harder, now, as he reaches the back of my throat.
The hardwood floor bites against my knees. A breeze blows in from the balcony and the sheer white material of the curtains brushes up against the side of my face, a soft, sweet kiss of touch in contrast to the way Sev’s shoving into my mouth.
“You’re never coming here again, understand?” he murmurs.
As if I can fucking answer like this.
I start to hum around him but he pushes in hard, fully pushing into my throat. And all at once, I realize I can’t breathe.
My airway is cut off.
I tilt back again to look up at him through the eye holes of my mask and I see him looking down at me, calmly. Not smiling, but somehow still amused.
Of course he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Everything burns like fire.
My throat, my chest, my knees on the floor. My skin starts to feel hot all over, like I’m being tested, and I’m about to fail.
And somehow my cock is even harder from this, screaming to be touched.
I could come from this.
The thought splinters through my brain like a shattering crack and I hate it as much as I could hate anything.
Fuck.
He pulls out all at once and I choke on my own spit suddenly, leaning over and coughing. Pins and needles wash over my legs and each breath of air I take in feels necessary.
“Am I your first dick?” he asks.
“Fuck you,” I manage to choke out before coughing again.
Yes.
His tip is up against my mouth a moment later and this time there’s nothing slow about it. He pushes in like he expects me to take him deep now.
It is intrusive.
It’s wrong.
I’m revolted by my own reaction, like my body is betraying me, responding to this like I want it when I wish I didn’t. Not with him.
I’ve never had someone else inside me. In any way, for any reason. It’s the type of thing I used to think I’d punch a guy in the nuts for, but here I am on the floor for him, letting this happen, molten on the inside due to some sick combination of guilt and sick curiosity.
“Not going to let you ruin the rest of this school year for me, Knox,” he says, his hand landing on the side of my head, warm and heavy. “Not like last year. You can swallow my cum like the good boy you try so hard to be, and you’re going to remember how I taste every time you see me.”
He takes my throat again for a few beats and that fire appears in my chest again.
The fuck is that?
Something about him cutting off my air stokes something inside me. His hand is gripping the hair at the side of my head, pulling me backward to give him a better angle, and some part of me wants to show him I can go deeper.
He’s the one fucking my throat right now, yet I still have the urge to provoke him.
Take it further.
Pretend that I could do this all day.
If you think you can bruise my ego like this, you’re going to have to try a lot harder, Sevan.
I moan around him when he pulls back, giving me air again. I wipe at my slicked lips with the back of my hand, then finally push upward on my mask.
“Tired of this thing,” I mutter, tossing it to the side.
It hits the floor with a clatter and when I look back up at Sev, I can see him more clearly than before.
Every inch of hard muscle.
Every stroke of ink across his skin.
And his cock, slicked and hard.
His eyes are like a death sentence as he looks down at me.
“You’re never coming here again, do you understand?” he says softly.
“I don’t want to be in this fucking house to begin with. Already got what I came here for.”
He pries my mouth open with two of his fingers again, sliding them onto my tongue. This time he keeps them there while he stuffs his cock in beside them.
My mouth is stretched so far it hurts.
And he’s forcing as much of himself into me as he can. Punishing me for daring to defy him.
He doesn’t protest the fact that I took my mask off. He’s staring down at my face, taking me in as he fucks my mouth and probably tries to make it hurt, watching me like he’s committing every moment to his memory permanently.
His hips are bucking faster now. Each thrust slams into me and makes my body rock backward a little, and when I hear him let out a broken exhale, I know he’s close.
He pulls his fingers out and grips the side of my head.
Sevan Berlant is about to use me to come.
“I saved you from what would have been a very unpleasant night,” he utters, his words punctuated by breaths. “You should be thanking me, Weston.”
I gag as he cuts off my hair and then pulls back sharply. I flick my tongue along the underside of his tip, trying to push him over the edge.
Just do it.
I feel his cock throb on my tongue and it makes me throb, too, because apparently I’m like Pavlov’s fucking dog when it comes to having a dick in my mouth and I couldn’t control it even if I tried. I reach up a hand and grip his thigh, his skin hot beneath my hand.
I don’t know if I’d rather push him away or if I just want to touch his skin, and I can’t believe he doesn’t shove away my touch.
He breathes heavier as he starts to fuck my mouth in a faster rhythm.
A flare of panic hits my veins as I realize what’s about to happen.
Every moment of tonight has felt surreal, but it’s not a dream. This night is going to be part of my history forever.
Sev is right.
Every time I see him in the halls on campus, every time I pass him on the quad, every time we see each other at a party, he’s not going to let me forget the moment that I took his cum, and I can’t fucking think about that otherwise I’m going to freak the fuck out.
I feel him throb again and a moment later it’s happening.
His body tenses as he pushes into me with one firm thrust, and then Sev is coming for me, losing control and groaning as he lets go.
I swallow like I’m supposed to.
Because I’ve lost my mind.
I squeeze my fingers on his thigh.
Because I went way too far.
I serviced him, like I was performing my duty for a tyrant ruler, on my knees in devoted worship.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck fuck.
My heart is like a sledgehammer in my chest as Sev’s breathing becomes steadier again.
His grip slowly loosens in my hair, and he gives it one last little squeeze before letting go.
My head goes slack.
As he slides his flagging cock out of my mouth, it’s like a thousand miniature explosions are going off inside me.
I want to kill him with my bare hands, and I also want so much more.
He pulls all the way out and turns away, looking out onto the damp balcony. The breeze blows along my spit-slick lips, cooling them, but every inch of my skin is still burning hot.
I swallow hard. My throat aches from being fucked like that, used like I was his toy.
The last thing he said is still floating in my mind, reverberating like a command: you should be thanking me, Weston.
“Thank you.”
The words fall out of my mouth unbidden, my voice gravelly and broken.
Don’t fucking say that to him.
What the hell is wrong with you?
He doesn’t turn back to look at me. He gazes out the window for another moment, the planes of his muscles highlighted against the dark backdrop of the room, and for a second he really does look like a carved statue.
Then he turns away.
He reaches for his pants and tugs them on, then the rest of his clothes afterward.
When I realize he’s heading for the door, I’m still on my knees with my cock out, precum falling from the tip, completely used.
He unlocks the door, swings it open, and steps out.
“Use the outdoor stairs to leave,” he calls back without even looking at me.
The door shuts behind him hard, and he’s gone.