18. Ariyan #3
My skin tingled with anticipation as he grabbed the base of his cock.
“Come over here.”
I stumbled forward, eyes meeting his for a quick second before he thrust the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Go on, make me come.”
It was as if his amber eyes had me under a spell because I found myself unable to think.
I should have beaten him to a pulp, but instead, I just wrapped my lips around his cock, groaning as I did.
Already obsessed with the taste of him, I took him deeper, loving the way his dick slowly stiffened inside my mouth.
I began to move, bobbing up and down his length, my lips stretched around his thick girth.
The smell of the cheeseburger smeared on my face mixed with his clean scent as I continued to blow him.
I thought he’d thrust his hips and fuck my mouth, but he just stood there, his eyes following me like a hawk as if testing my abilities.
It made my dick so hard I feared it would explode, and desperate, I reached down and cupped myself over my pants.
Fuckkk.
But then, he grabbed my head and pushed it forward, his cock deep-throating me out of the fucking blue. I gagged, but he didn’t buck and instead kept my head pressed to his groin.
“Who said you could touch yourself?” he asked, kicking my hand away before placing his foot on my cock, pressing down against it.
And even though I still had my jeans on, it was enough.
Heat surged through me, tightening low in my stomach as his dick blocked my airways and his foot massaged my erection.
My head began to spin, and my vision turned blurry when I burst. Still under his foot, my cock jerked, and I came in my jeans, hardly able to grasp reality.
It was so intense every part of me shuddered, and I nearly blacked out when it was over in a second, and he pulled back.
Finally able to breathe, I gasped for air, choking and coughing while feeling like my throat was on fire.
“How disgusting,” he said while I still panted on the floor.
Without giving me a moment to spare, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back before he brought his dick to my face and began stroking himself. His eyes were locked with mine the whole time; the only thing shining through them was pure disdain, like I wasn’t even a human.
It was… brutal. But I couldn’t seem to care, not with how hot watching him was. Despite his deranged brain, every part of him was pure perfection. From his sculpted muscles to his smooth skin to his face, it was all just fucking with my head, making me want more.
He gripped himself so hard veins drew along his arm.
He increased his pace, his hand moving faster over his cock until he came all over my face, his cum landing on my eye, cheek, and mouth.
I’d never felt dirtier in my life, and trust me, I’d had my fair share of filthy moments.
Yet, at the same time, it was also oddly addictive.
Ready for a repeat almost immediately, I glanced up at him, expecting to see the familiar hatred in his golden eyes, when I was caught off guard by an empty, hollow look.
Staring into the abyss, he suddenly seemed frightened, like some scared little kid.
This shred of humanity in a man who had thus far seemed demonic made this moment even more surreal.
He was completely disconnected, to the point where I almost felt sympathy for him.
“Ariyan?”
As if snapped out of a trance, he looked around before his eyes locked on me, pure rage taking over his angelic features.
“What are you looking at?” Before I could answer, he grabbed my face, smearing his cum all over it, then let go and moved away.
The hell is wrong with this psycho?
“Get out,” he said, voice calm, while with his back to me.
“The fuck?” I slowly got up to my feet. “At least let me wash my face, you asshole—”
“Get. Out.” He let out a deep breath, his shoulders shuddering. “And don’t you dare show your face to me until Monday.”
Well, at least he knew I was off this weekend, but what the actual fuck?
Confused, I watched him walk away until he went into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind him. And even though I was left all alone and could easily use the sink in the kitchen, I knew better than to do that and instead got the hell out of this madhouse.
It was only when I was alone inside the elevator that I breathed in relief.
But one glance in the mirror there made it all go away.
The mess on my face and the stain on my jeans were just further proof that I’d completely lost it.
That he made me lose it. What the fuck was I doing, getting on my knees for him and sucking his dick?
It was pure madness… and yet, I’d come. I’d come in my jeans like some virgin.
That Ariyan… he was a disease. A real, fucked-up disease I didn’t know the cure for. The more I stayed near him, the madder I became, but at the same time, I couldn’t get away, not as long as he had me by the balls.
And he did.
In more ways than one.