Chapter Twenty-Five #2
I have to chuckle as I suck him between my lips once more, bobbing and throating him, chasing those orgasms he gives up so bloody easily.
It’s like he can’t control himself, and I love it.
I love how effortlessly I can turn him inside out.
It makes me want to spend hours getting him off in every way imaginable, until his balls are empty and he needs to seek medical attention.
All mine.
My sweet fury.
At least, I hope it’s me he’s affected by in this way, and not just circumstance. Us sharing a cell, him feeling alone, me burrowing into his life while he’s finally attempting to own his sexuality…
The blazing jealousy of knowing I’m not the only one who’s done this for him has me fucking him with my mouth, harder and more greedily than I’ve ever sucked a dick before. Like I have something to prove. And maybe I do… I want to be the best he’s ever had.
I don’t want him thinking about the others.
In a matter of seconds, he’s bursting on my tongue, crying softly while he shoots cum down my throat and I swallow it like a fiend.
“Trev… Trev Trev Trevel, God-fucking-damn, baby. I’m coming for you… So hard… yes . Swallow, violet eyes… Suck it out and fucking swallow .”
His big cock is barely done twinging before I’m sitting up between his legs, pulling out my dick and beating it hard.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I whisper, gazing down at him, all flushed and squirming.
“Come on me,” he pleads on a hoarse breath, chest jumping.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Are you my greedy little cumslut?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your greedy little cumslut,” he mewls, writhing up to me.
Ready and waiting for it.
“Good boy,” I rasp, then moan, my hand slowing as my cum begins to flow, throbbing out onto his perfect body. “ Ohh fuck, baby, take it like a good boy.”
He whines, catching cum on his dick, and his abs, all the way up his chest. I’m showering him like a wicked baptism. “ Uhh yea … Soak me.”
“You look so fucking good,” I breathe out, milking out every last drop. Then I drape over him, smearing my cum between our hot, writhing bodies. “No one has ever been as fucking sexy as you.”
Rubbing our wet cocks together, I feel him twitching, hypersensitive and loving it. I move back and demand, “Lick it, baby… Clean your cum off of me.”
“Yes, sir, violet eyes,” he croons, pushing me onto my back.
He crawls over me and goes at it with dedication, licking up every trace of my cum, from my chest, and my stomach… and my dick. Before I can even process it, my softening cock is in his mouth and he’s sucking aggressively. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts. Naturally, I love it.
“Thirsty baby…” I shiver. “Byron, Jesus … you’re… ruining me…”
“Mmmm…”
He doesn’t stop. Keeps sucking my cock until it stiffens again, and somehow, my balls contract and I release another aching orgasm, pulsing it all into his sweet fucking mouth.
“What am I supposed to do with you…?” I gasp when I stop quaking.
He’s still down there, kissing my inner thighs, up my pelvis and my abs. “Whatever you do… don’t… stop.”
And for my sweetest, most furious boy…
I won’t.
“I’ve missed walking with you,” I hum. Only mildly sarcastic.
Kent peers at me, but says nothing.
I release a petulant breath. “That said, I don’t understand why I couldn’t come up here myself…” My lips purse. “After all, I’ve grown accustomed to a certain standard of living. Mulling about this shithole on my own is the only real luxury I’ve been given.”
Well, that and Byron.
My internal swooning is interrupted when Kent stops in front of the door, and knocks.
“Come,” the voice growls from inside, and I balk a bit as we enter.
He already sounds much grouchier than the last time I was up here.
Yay. I’m sure this will be fun.
Kent and I waltz into the Warden’s office, and I’m immediately on alert. Mainly, because he’s noticeably edgy. But also, because there’s a stranger among us.
Manuel Blanco is leaning back in his chair, scowling at his phone screen while typing furiously, and I can’t help but notice how he looks more disheveled than usual.
Don’t get me wrong, his suit still probably costs more money than I’ve made in my entire life, and he wears the open collar and sleeves rolled up his forearms shockingly well.
But it’s apparent in his golden five o’clock shadow, prominent frown lines and the way he’s brushing back strewn locks of silky white hair with his fingers, that something is up.
Eyes flinging to the big leather chair to the right of his desk, I observe the unfamiliar face.
A much younger man, maybe about my age, is sitting cross-legged, also typing away on his phone, paying Kent and myself zero attention.
He has a bronze complexion, short, dark hair, obviously professionally faded, with two hoop piercings in his nose.
Stylish, I’d say his clothes are equally as expensive as The Ivory’s, though he’s dressed a bit more casual.
While I’m just hovering in the middle of the room, waiting for anyone to say anything , Kent gestures to the chair in front of the Warden’s desk. I take a slow seat, but he remains posted up by the door. Like a good guard dog.
The young mystery man breaks first, releasing a breath and glancing up at me. He offers a kind smile, almost as bright as his eyes, which are a vibrant teal color.
“Hi there,” he chirps, lowering his phone, though it’s still clutched in his hand like a part of his anatomy. “You must be Trevel. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I can do nothing more than blink, gaze flitting briefly to Manuel Blanco, who’s still invested only in some heated texting.
“My name is Yari. I’m Mr. Blanco’s assistant.”
Oh… Alright, then.
Assistant…
“Pleasure to meet you.” I shift in my seat. Doing my best to portray confidence, but I’m reticent as to why this person is here.
“Likewise,” he says politely. His lips part, as if he’s going to say more, but a snarl and a thunk draw our attention.
The Warden just tossed his phone down on the desk, cursing in Spanish under his breath.
“All good, sir?” Yari asks.
He simply waves him off, dark eyes settling on me. “So, Trevel… How’ve you been?”
“I’m all—”
“How are things progressing with your sessions?” he cuts me off, getting right to the point as he pins me with a severe look that shrinks me into my seat. “With Lemuel…”
I think back to my last session with Dr. Love. As expected, when the Warden put me up to this covert manipulation game, the sessions haven’t yielded much. Dr. Love is a rock, and I knew that going in. He’s virtually impossible to crack.
Despite numerous attempts, he has yet to reveal anything to me, and it’s horribly frustrating. Mainly because I don’t enjoy being bested, but also because I’m still not positive what exactly The Ivory wants. So I decided to try another approach.
After my session, I was skulking around the East Wing, keeping myself hidden. I waited for Dr. Love to inevitably leave his office, which he did. And I followed him…
“Well enough,” I answer the Warden blithely. “I rather enjoy speaking with him. I suppose I always have…”
His gaze narrows. It’s obvious he’s not placated by this response. “Everyone loves speaking with the doctor, don’t they…” His tone is dripping with sarcasm.
I clear my throat. “He is one of the few people I get to interact with…”
The Ivory’s expression shifts. His lips quirk and he sits back in his chair, head sloping to the side. “Ah, yes… You have a cellmate now. How is Byron doing? I understand you two have become quite close , is that right?”
Swallowing all the words stuck in my throat, I force myself to remain impassive. “He’s a friend.”
“Trevel, please. Spare me the coquette,” he sneers. “I don’t care who you’re fucking. But I will remind you that, above all else, you belong to me . As does Byron Kang.”
My jaw clenches, fingers digging into my thighs. “Believe me, I’m aware of that.”
“Good,” he grunts, standing up slowly, eyes on mine as he does. “I’m sure you’re also aware of how much leeway you’ve been given. You and your friend …”
My teeth are about to crumble to bits. “Yes, sir…”
He shows me an evil smirk. “ Splendid . So then, if you’d like to continue flitting around this prison with 62 like it’s your own personal playground, I suggest you start making it worth my while.”
Sighing, I rub my eyes. “Look, I’m trying, alright? But I told you it wasn’t going to be easy… Dr. Love doesn’t trust me. He doesn’t trust anyone.” Rightfully so. “Except The Carver…” My face scrunches in displeasure.
All traces of amusement fall away, and The Ivory gets this deranged look in his eyes. It’s alarming how he goes from zero to one hundred like that—from charming garden party host to Hannibal Lecter in seconds flat.
Rounding the desk, he comes to stand in front of me. I’m tense all over. “These sound like excuses , 102.”
I blink up at him.
“Perhaps I should find out where your loyalties truly lie…”
“What does that—”
“You know, I don’t like to make a habit of interfering in relationships on this island.” He leans up against the desk, folding his arms over his chest. “That said, it can be a very useful tactic, and an entertaining way to pass the time.”
Brow furrowing, I gape up at him.
“Byron has been left in quite the vulnerable position, hasn’t he?
” He goes on, watching me carefully. “What with being separated from his friends… The people who fulfilled him for so long.” He cocks a light brow.
Jealousy churns my stomach like indigestion.
Exactly what he wants, I’m sure. “But now , all he has is you. Twenty-four-seven, just you… and him . It’s amazing what simply keeping people apart can do in here…
” He sighs, and I struggle to keep my emotions in check.
If he thinks he can take Byron away from me, he better watch his fucking back.
“Say the word and I’ll move onto The Carver, then,” I tell him firmly. “If you want Dr. Love, that’s the way to get him.”