23. Kai #3
Or is it because she’s watching?
My head is so fucked up right now, I don’t know up from down.
Then I feel him getting ready to come.
I push harder into the couch cushion, trying to force my head up so I can breathe, so he doesn’t cum inside my mouth where I can taste it, where I’d have to swallow it down.
His fingers tighten in my hair until tears prick my eyes. “Fuck, yes. Keep swallowing me just like that, sweet boy. You’re so close to your reward.”
I can’t handle him switching from degradation to praise like this. It’s fucking up my mind, my body—Jesus even my soul wants to shuffle off this mortal coil.
But then Haven squeezes my dick, electrifying every nerve ending—my scalp tingling where Rooke grips my hair, my lips swollen and sensitized from his brutal thrusts, my cock traitorously hard in Haven’s hand despite my brain screaming in protest.
And when Rooke murmurs, “Fuck, Kai. You’re being such a good boy for me, taking my cock so deep,” something twists inside me.
Twists so hard it fucking breaks.
I groan as I come violently, bucking my cock into Haven’s hand, wishing it was her pussy.
“There’s my good boy,” Rooke growls above me. “Now swallow my load like the cum-hungry whore you were born to be.”
He rams deeper, forcing my throat to convulse around his thick shaft. While I’m still busy shooting my load, his warm, salty cum suddenly floods my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, Kai. Take my load,” Rooke groans.
I gag, choke, try to pull back.
My stomach heaves, and I barely hold back from puking, but somehow I manage to swallow every spurt of warm cum filling my mouth.
Rooke wrenches me off his cock.
He stares at me with such a voracious look in his eyes, I’m expecting him to drag me closer so he can kiss me.
And in that fucked up moment, I want him to.
Because I remember how it felt last night.
Sickening.
Disturbing.
And obscene…in the best way.
“Such a good boy, swallowing every drop of my cum without a complaint.”
Haven’s face appears beside his. I’m guessing she put down the gun, and thank fuck for that.
“He was a good boy, wasn’t he?” she murmurs.
Her face is flushed, her lips glistening like she licked them.
Jesus, she looks so hot, my cock is getting hard again.
“I think he deserves a treat, don’t you, sweet girl?” Rooke says, turning to look at Haven like he’s considering fucking her next.
“Yeah,” Haven murmurs. “I think he does.”
She darts forward, hesitating just before her lips touch mine.
“Good boy, Kai,” she says, her eyes wide as she studies me, like she’s wondering what this button does if she pushes it.
Rooke is still holding my hair, so I can’t meet her, but my hands are free, and I grab her collar’s rattling chain to keep her in place, in case she decides to pull away.
But she doesn’t mind the taste of cum, or the pain of her own bruised lower lip, or the fact that I’ve taken back the only slice of control I have left.
Her kiss is a violent, urgent demand. One I happily, stupidly, obey.
Like a fucking lovesick simp.
Guess I’m finally getting what I deserve. Being forced to my knees just like I forced her down so many times before.
And even aware of it, even knowing Rooke is enjoying this pathetic display like the sadistic cunt he is, I can’t help myself.
Her kiss is a salve to my wounded pride.
But the dismissive glance she gives me when we break for air just rips me apart again.
“Uber will be here in fifteen minutes,” Rooke says.
I force myself to look at him, because fuck him if he expects me to be embarrassed by what just happened.
But I don’t like the smugness I see in his dark brown eyes. Or the smirk he gives me as he shoves his dick back in his pants.
I’m still on my knees in front of him, so I can’t move fast enough when he grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place so he can swipe his thumb over my chin.
Haven’s face goes slack as she watches him slip that finger between his lips, sucking it clean. Mine does too.
Our eyes meet. And I fucking swear I see a flicker of dark lust in those blue eyes. And the way her eyelashes tremble, the tiny frown between her brows…I’m pretty sure she sees the same thing in mine.
“Just enough time for you two to get cleaned up,” he mumbles, smiling as his thumb pops free.
“Got any fucking bleach?” I mutter, loudly clearing my throat when I hear how thick my voice sounds.
“You’ll get used to the taste, boy.” He pats the side of my face, but he might as well have fucking slapped me.
I should have let Haven blow my fucking brains out.
Because that condescending smirk on his face feels worse than death.
Like he knows there’s a tiny part of me that got off on being forced to blow him. That I’ve just gotten a taste of something so dark, so fucking messed up, I’m going to hate myself once I’ve processed how little of a fight I put up.
I get it now. What Haven felt every time I pushed her down.
That moment when you realize someone else controls not just your body, but your body’s response.
It’s terrifying.
Exhilarating.
And the filthiest thing I’ve ever wanted.