Chapter 8
CASS
Everything was gone from my stomach, including the last milkshake I drank.
Was that an actual milkshake?
I couldn't even be sure of that right now. I knew Harlow was different. I knew what I was getting into with her, but I never expected…
This.
I ate person. Actual human. A living, breathing, thinking, fucking human.
Jules would say he told me so.
Asshole.
Thank God I could be sure it wasn't him I ate.
"Cass?" Boner pushed the door open and stepped inside. He stepped over to the stall as I flushed and got to my feet. "You doing okay?"
"Do I look like I'm doing okay?" I headed over to the sink and splashed water on my face. Leaned in and rinsed my tongue.
"All things considered, yes," Boner said. "You didn't run out of the restaurant and into the path of a taxi. I'd say that's a win." He actually seemed to believe that. As if somehow that made everything all right.
"I might as well have," I said. "Did you know?"
He sighed.
"Did you know?" I asked again, more insistent this time.
I was done with being lied to. What else had Harlow done? Did I want to know? This whole thing was beyond fucked up.
"In a manner of speaking," Boner said. "I knew how she was disposing of some of the—"
I pointed a finger at him. "Don't say meat."
I didn't want to think of…that as something you could buy down at the grocery store. Served in packets beside the chicken and pork.
Boner shrugged. "Evidence. I didn't know you had any of it until afterward. I don't think it was something she intended. You know she wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?"
"Do I?" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my hands pressed against the sides of the sink. "Maybe it's something she gets off on. Our whole dinner tonight, it could have been made of person."
"I don't think you can make pasta out of humans," Boner said to my reflection as he moved to stand behind me. "And those tomatoes looked real."
"You know what I mean," I said before stumbling around to face him. "There was meat in everything we had."
"Animal meat," he said firmly. "And there wasn't any in your milkshakes, or they would have tasted funny."
"There might have been other things in the milkshake," I said my lips twisting in a grimace. "Things that aren't meat."
"If it makes you feel any better, she didn't ask me to come in a cup so she could put it in a milkshake. You'd notice if she had. It would taste extra delicious."
Did he have to look as though he liked the idea?
"That's all kinds of fucked up," I said. Except now I was curious what his cum tasted like.
"Was she ever going to tell me? Were you?"
My disgust was quickly turning to anger. I thought I could trust her and Boner, but now I had no idea what to think. They could have been using me for my tech skills.
Hell, with all those milkshakes, she could have been fattening me up to put me on the menu.
"She would have told you when the right opportunity arose," Boner said. "Or I would. How do you bring that into casual conversation?" He raised one hand, palm up.
"She should have told me," I said, my voice low. "You should have."
"Maybe." He dropped his hand to his side with a smack. "What are you going to do, punish me?"
His eyes were suddenly dark and my cock was hard.
I stepped closer to him until we were almost chest to chest. Reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Twisted the fabric around my hand and pulled him closer.
"Get on your knees," I growled softly.
When he looked like he might argue, I tugged harder on his shirt, pressing him down to the tiles. The front of his pants were as tented as mine. He was into this as much as I was.
"Take out my cock," I ordered. I loosened my grip just enough that he could back up if he wanted to.
Without hesitation, he flicked the button open and lowered the zipper on my jeans, spreading the flaps open and reaching into my boxers to pull out my cock.
His hand was warm around my length, firm in a way I'd never felt before. His grip wider than Harlow's.
He pulled me out all the way and worked me from hilt to head as confident as he ever did anything. As if he stroked my cock every day for years.
"Taste me," I whispered. I didn't want to come in his hand, but if he kept this up, I was going to.
Vivid blue eyes on me, he licked my tip, tracing all the way around it with his tongue. Making me diamond hard.
I moaned. Thinking was becoming more difficult as all the blood raced out of my head and into my dick.
"Suck me," I ordered. I wanted to feel his entire mouth around me, all the way to the back of his throat.
He closed his lips around me, teasing me with his tongue, sucking gently at first. Then firmer while he reached up to stroke my balls.
I'd had blowjobs before, but never from another man. I never felt the rasp of stubble against the velvety skin of my cock. Never had a hand as big as his wrapped around my balls. The sensations were rough, but arousing at the same time.
Exquisite pleasure. The pressure in my body built lightning fast.
All thoughts of any other kind of meatballs fled my mind as I punished his mouth with desperate thrusts, adding to the friction, loving every time he gagged.
"You fucking like that don't you?" I whispered. "You like choking on my cock. Keep going, I want to see you gag more."
He deserved it after keeping secrets from me. He deserved to run out of air while giving me pleasure, kneeling on the cold tiles in front of me. He should be on his knees for hours.
He made a sound of agreement, and went on sucking and gagging, making no move to pull away.
"I'm going to come inside your fucking mouth," I growled. "You're going to swallow down all of it. Understand?" His hair was long enough for me to fist a handful, holding him there while I slammed into him over and over.
He looked up at me, a smile in his eyes. That, right there, pushed me right over the edge.
Gripping his hair tighter, I came hard, deep inside his mouth. Squirting cum into the back of his throat, holding him there, forcing him to swallow.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, once, twice. Only when I was sure he'd taken it all down, I let go of him and pulled myself out from between his lips.
"Fuck," I whispered. "You're good at that."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Of course I am. You didn't think Boner was just a reference to my cock, did you?"
I sorted and tucked my cock back into my pants. "I should have known."
One hand on the wall beside him, he pushed himself to his feet. "Now I'm horny as fuck." He adjusted his pants and grimaced.
I cocked my head at him. "Time to punish Harlow." Hers was going to be worse than his was. I wouldn't let her get away with keeping secrets from me. She'd learn, if it took all night.
"Can I help?" Boner looked like he was ready to rub his hands together.
"You will." I opened the door and gestured for him to step out into the restaurant.
"Cass—" Harlow rose from her chair.
"I don't want to hear it," I snapped. "Archer, you can stay if you're game, otherwise get out."
Archer looked slightly surprised, but he didn't get up and leave. I didn't think he would.
None of us were going to walk away from her, especially me.
Harlow's face paled. "Cass," she said again.
I strode over to her and placed my hand around her throat. Leaned in and whispered, "I said I don't want to hear it. Shut your mouth and get on your knees."
When her eyes darkened, I tightened my grip, pushing her down to the floor. Yeah, I suspected she was down for this.
I dropped my hand and stepped back.
"Boner, Archer," I said without taking my eyes off her. "In front of her, cocks out. Both of you are going to make her gag."
My cock twitched at how quickly they moved to do what I told them. In moments, they had their cocks in their hands in front of her face.
It was Boner who pressed his against her lips first, pushing them open and sliding inside.
Watching his cock disappear was fucking hot. As hot as watching mine inside his mouth.
She placed her hand on his thigh and sucked him for a few moments before pulling off and turning her face to take Archer's cock into her mouth.
Archer closed his eyes and groaned.
I knew he had a thing for her, but I suspected they hadn't touched each other until now. They'd do a lot more of it, I'd see to that.
For a quiet, nerdy guy who liked milkshakes, this, right here, made me feral. I couldn't get enough of telling them what to do and watching them do it.
Some people wanted money. I wanted this. This kind of power was everything.
"Fuck her mouth harder," I ordered.
Archer immediately started to thrust faster and harder, driving himself into her so hard I thought he might split the sides of her mouth open.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Panting, he pulled out, letting her switch back to Boner, who slammed into her until her face was red.
"Come inside her mouth," I ordered. I wanted to see her take everything he had. "Don't swallow a fucking drop," I added.
Boner groaned, thrusting faster before his hips went still. His orgasm consumed him, forcing him to lose himself inside her mouth.
"Don't swallow," I reminded her. If she disobeyed me now, I was going to give her worse punishment than this.
She looked at me with pleading eyes, but moved his cum to the front of her mouth where she could hold it. She was loving every minute of it.
"Archer, fill the rest of her mouth." I nodded to him.
He shifted over a step, waited until she opened her mouth again and thrust back inside. It only a couple of strokes, before he came, adding his cum to her mouthful.
"Fuck, Harlow," he groaned, grinding against her mouth and milking himself for every last bit of relief.
"Don't swallow," I snapped before she could do just that. "Show me. Show all of us what you have in that mouth of yours."
She turned her head and carefully opened her mouth, cum lying across her tongue.
"That is a work of art," Boner said as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
"Fucking beautiful," Archer agreed.
I nodded to Harlow. "Swallow it all down. Every last drop."
She closed her mouth and swallowed, a smile on her lips while she did it.
"You're not mad at me?" she whispered.
"I'm mad," I pushed hair back off my face and whispered back. "This was a start."
She nodded slowly. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah," I said, my anger abating somewhat. "We should start planning this party of Boner's."
I didn't want to talk about it again for the rest of the night. It was time to focus on getting the second asshole.
Boner flopped down into a chair. "I was thinking…”