Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Decker
“W hat the fuck?” I charged into the bedroom and slammed the door. My attention dropped to Krew’s steely pole, still fixed in his grip, before my eyes slid up his chest, past his parted lips, and stopped at his lust filled eyes.
He held my gaze, the desire in them taunting me as his lips curved into a wicked smile. He was testing my patience, but he’d soon find out that there were repercussions to his teasing.
“Are you purposefully fucking with me?” I growled low, as my focus returned to his engorged cock and the now-slow slide of his hand.
“Hmm,” Krew groaned.
“I need to teach you a lesson about keeping quiet.” I stepped to the bed, my legs pressed against the mattress. So close. I gave no warning to Krew before I climbed on top of him and slapped his hand away from his cast-iron length. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself either.”
He opened his mouth to tell me what—to fuck off? I narrowed my eyes and slowly shook my head no , daring him to talk.
Krew’s throat worked, but he kept his mouth shut. Good .
As I studied his tatted body, I ground my covered shaft against his rod. “If you want this prize…” It took everything in me not to come right there. “You have to show me you can be quiet.”
“It would be a better incentive if you were naked,” he breathed, as his hands slid up my jean-covered thighs.
I snagged his hands and shoved them over his head, wishing I had a set of handcuffs to bind him to the wrought iron headboard. “Leave them right there,” I commanded, then leaned down—torso to torso and pressed my nose in his armpit and inhaled deep. “I missed your smell.”
“There’s a better place to put your mouth,” Krew whispered, as he undulated his hips.
“I still need to teach you to shut up.” I bit his right pec. Hard. Leaving teeth marks and a reddening bruise.
He hissed, arching his hips upward against me and silently mouthed, “Please.”
I wanted to bite him again, and again. Leave my marks on his skin, own him like I had when we were young. Then lick those bruised spots until he purred out my name with desperate want.
Biting Krew wouldn’t be to punish him for talking, moaning—or even touching what was offered to me.
No. It would be for the way Krew was making me feel.
Possessive. Hungry. And downright surly.
I wanted to be balls deep in this man. I wanted the heat of his touch on my skin.
His lips bruising my mouth. His cum down my throat.
And most of all, I wanted to be surrounded by his love?—
No.
The thunderous echoes of that single word as it ricocheted through my mind shifted my perception to what was right in front of me. Krew, lying there, exposed and vulnerable. The repercussion of being so exposed would only lead into heartbreak. For him.
I refused to let this be emotional. I had no room for it—not with all the fucked-up monsters in my head.
But if Krew would let me have him until we parted ways, then I’d give him what he wanted—what we both wanted—physically.
I lowered my face until it was inches from his. “Tell me this is all we’re going to do, Krew. This will be nothing more than sex.”
He stilled below me, silent, as he contemplated what I was offering him—almost demanding of him. We weren’t rekindling our past relationship. This was purely for release.
I didn’t dare move, or breathe. A battle was being waged inside me. For uttering those shallow words. For ignoring the history we had together as friends and lovers. Most of all, for looking at him as nothing more than a hole to fuck.
No, he was better than that. I couldn’t fuck him—not just yet. Still, I was willing to prime his cock until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and then let him come down my throat.
“Yes,” Krew whispered so low that I almost missed it.
Relief and remorse clashed inside me, but I wasn’t going to deny Krew’s or my own needs.
I angled my face, nuzzling my nose against his cheek, before kissing him briefly on the mouth. “Good,” I answered, and sat up. “Now that I have you where I want you, scoot down—and hold onto the headboard.”
A gorgeous smile slid across Krew’s face as I got off the bed and stripped out of my clothes. His eyes tracked my every move like I was prey. Though, he was mistaken. I was the predator.
I climbed back onto his chest and adjusted myself, and my balls drew up the instant we were skin-to-skin. A pearl of precum formed on my tip, and Krew zeroed in on it.
He licked his lower lip and I had a sudden urge to shove my dick down his throat and make him gag. The greediness in his eyes as he homed in on my cock sent tingles along my spine. “Focus on my face, K,” I ordered in a whisper.
He met my eyes as I readjusted my position and straddled his chest, putting weight on my knees. Not once had Krew moved his hands from the headboard. Good boy .
I rubbed the head of my cock against Krew’s closed lips. “Open up—and don’t make a sound.”
He didn’t hesitate and sucked my tip into his welcoming mouth. I pushed forward, until he had my entire length down his throat. Krew gagged, and I pulled out, giving him a moment to breathe before I surged back in.
“If this is the only way to keep you quiet, then we’ll keep doing this until you learn, or until I’m satisfied. Nod if you understand.” I pulled out again, waiting for his response. His eyes were still riveted on my face, and he nodded.
Krew’s lips thinned—like he was fighting the urge to talk, but complied with a nod.
I told him to be quiet, and he listened, yet it wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear his voice. Needed that verbal consent on what we were doing was good. “Now tell me,” I demanded.
Like me, he remembered how to play this game, and I didn’t have to wait long for the answer.
“Yes. I want it all.” It wasn’t only carnal lust talking, his spoke the truth. I could see it in his eyes.
Right then, I pushed forward and my dick was surrounded by his wet heat again. “I so missed your mouth on my dick.” As good as that felt, I wanted to do more—edge him to the point he couldn’t take it.
The drive to be inside of Krew was riding me high. I forgot about doing another perimeter check. About making sure every door and window was closed and locked. My only focus was Krew’s talented mouth and his thick length still in my hand.
As I pumped my hips, a faint squeak caught my attention. I turned my head slightly and saw the door I'd slammed closed was now partially ajar. Movement flickered in the narrow sliver of space—a thrill shot through me and my cock became harder.
It was Regina. She was watching us.
Maybe she wanted to be a part of this—a part of us after all.
I shifted off of Krew, and he groaned in displeasure.
“Shhh,” I warned as I positioned myself next to his head, and to give Regina a better angle to watch us.
Krew turned his head, started sucking on my cock again while I leaned slightly and stroked his engorged dick.
“Yes—that’s it, baby. Suck it down. Fuck—how I missed your mouth. ”
A low moan—so quiet, it came from the hallway.
Through the crack of the open door, I could see her hand working between her legs.
I let out a groan of my own. Damn, Regina was touching herself—as she was watching us.
My balls drew up tight, and the need to release my seed down Krew throat became paramount.
“I want to come, Deck,” Krew pleaded, his words garbled between my thrusts.
I stroked his dick faster. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” I demanded loudly, talking to both of them.
Krew moaned, as he went back to sucking down my length.
A wry smile stretched across my face, as I decided right then to torment him—and her, a fair bit more. I could tell Krew that Regina was watching us, but decided not to—just in case he became cock-shy. “Not yet,” I ordered. “You still haven’t learned to be quiet.”
As I ran a hand down his body, I noticed a few scars on his defined torso, and one deep wound near his hip. Four all together. I wanted to ask where he’d gotten them, but I didn’t want to break our link.
Then sixty-nine came to mind, and I pulled out of Krew’s warm mouth and straddled his face. I grazed my teeth over his scarred hip bone. “Do you see me?” I asked, more for Regina than Krew.
Krew answered. “Yes.” His dick—engorged and deep red, with a bead of precum at the slit. “My cock missed you.”
I wrapped my fingers around his girth and squeezed, which drew another moan out of him. “I see that.” His quads bunched—Krew wanted to touch me. But he didn’t and listened, keeping his hands above his head.
“Do you remember when, a long time ago, in the back of my father’s car, I took your virginity?” I licked up his shaft and sucked the tip into my mouth. Salty and slightly bitter. All Krew.
“Yes,” Krew moaned. “I remember… Do you want a repeat of that night?”
Jesus Christ . “I want to defile you right here—fuck you until neither of us can move.” It had been too damn long since I’d got off with another person… Not since—I quickly shook off that thought and refocused my attention on Krew. “Would you let me?” This question was for both Krew and Regina.
“Deck…” My name trailed off and desperation laced in his plea.
I sucked his tip into my mouth and pulled away. I turned my head toward the doorway and licked my lips. “So fucking good. You’re missing out.”
Regina shifted, her body moving closer to the door. Was she tempted to join us? I had no doubt that Krew would come right then if he saw our girl had come to play. And yet, the door didn’t move.
So be it. I shoved my face into the short dark curls surrounding Krew’s dick and inhaled deep. “You smell so fucking good.” I licked up his shaft, and sucked down the engorged mushroom head until I popped off.
“Decker,” Krew growled, his right hand gripped my ass cheek and squeezed hard. “Stop teasing me.”
It had been a while since I last had a guy’s dick way down deep my throat, but I’d gladly choke on this man. I took every inch of his hard flesh until my gag reflex triggered.
I repeated again and again as Krew pumped his hips upward, thrusting his cock into my mouth faster. All the while, he was choking me down.
I forgot all about my order to keep his hands above his head. Or how Regina was getting off while watching us.
Pleasure rode me high. A charge of electricity at the base of my spine surged forth, and the need to come was pure desperation.
This had to go one way. All three of us coming at the same time. I added more pressure on Krew’s cock while I eyed the crack in the doorway. Immediately, I captured Regina’s brown depths. She widened the door a bit more, and leaned against the jam, her hand never stopped moving inside her pants.
Brave, princess.
“Fuuck… Yes. More,” Krew crooned.
He sucked my cock back into his mouth and choked me down. I released Krew’s dick, but kept jacking him, wanting to see the show. I then growled, “Come.”
Krew shouted, I sucked his tip into my mouth and he spilled down my throat. Regina moaned, her eyes closed and her head tipped back. I grunted, emptying my balls at the same time.
It wasn’t long before my vision cleared and I saw the bedroom door was shut again. Disappointment cut into my euphoria.
I fell onto my back, Krew’s feet by my head, and we lay there until our hearts slowed to an easy pace.
“I could lay here all day,” Krew uttered in a lazy drawl.
“That would be nice,” I replied with a smile as I spun myself around and we lay shoulder to shoulder, our faces turned toward each other.
“Hey. Where did you get those scars on your body?” Some of them looked as if they’d been deep enough for stitches.
I ran a finger down a long, jagged mark on his right side.
It had to have been a knife of some sort, but the blade…
Then it hit me. “You got this when you were in jail.”
Krew stilled. His eyes went blank before he turned away from me.
“K.” I pushed on Krew’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back again. “Tell me.”
He said nothing for a long moment, while he avoided my stare.
“Krew—"
“Yes,” he grated out, bowing his body forward, both hands covering his face. “I don’t want to talk about it, Decker. Just leave it alone.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. First Regi, and now you. Is there a reason why you don’t want to talk about it, or do you just not want to talk to me period?” I shot back, hurt radiating from my chest.
The entire time I was away, I thought he was safe. That Krew had made a life without me, and I hadn’t wanted to intrude. Hell, I moved on too. Apparently, I was wrong.
How did our moment just now go from blissfully wonderful to a tragic instance of slap-me-in-the-fucking-face reality in one heart beat? But Krew’s silence was telling, and I almost didn’t want to know what had happened to him.
I blinked away the pain of Krew’s stubborn silence, and got up from the bed. “I’m going to check the area.”
He didn’t respond, or moved from his side of the bed.
I dressed quickly, hurried out of the room and slammed the door, like some toddler having a tantrum, totally forgetting about Regina in the other room.
As I moved through the house, my rage became an inferno. I had to let the fires of rejection burn themselves out before there was nothing left of me.
Krew and I once had an unbreakable bond—or so I thought. The years apart severed it and the trust we had for each other was almost nonexistent now. Even so, I for one couldn’t let our friendship lay limp like a flaccid cock.
I might have lied to myself all these years about planning to track Krew and Regina down and resurrect what we had lost. However, the truth was that I remained distant for a reason.
Now they were back in my life, I could see that Krew and I were combustible. Add Regina into the mix and the result would be explosive. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be the one who’d burn up and lose.