Chapter 49
chapter
forty-nine
“There’s something feral in the way I want you…like you’re a craving carved into places I can’t reach.” – Cyrus
CYRUS
I’m fucked. I’m sick and twisted.
Haven’s words would make another man pause and think about how screwed up that is, but not me. Instead, all I want is to be inside her. I’ll fuck her while she cries and claim that part as well.
My lips crash against hers painfully. I grip Haven’s hair, holding her in place to kiss her deeper. She fists my hoodie, just as desperate for me as I am for her. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, I yank it up and over her head, tossing it away while assaulting her mouth.
Haven whimpers, and I growl against her lips.
“Get on your knees,” I demand.
Haven’s eyes tighten at the corners.
“You hate me, right? That’s what you want to say. I can see it in your eyes. It’s the same decadent look you’ve always given me when I push just…the right…buttons. The look that makes me want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk straight as you scream my name.”
My tongue runs across her lower lip, my perfect addiction.
“Twelve years is a really long time to hate someone, Butterfly.”
“You make it easy,” she fires back, but doesn’t move away.
I lean close to her ear and test my control.
“Then prove it. Walk away. Leave me here. Go ahead…I’ll wait.”
The anger is flowing off her in sweet, hot waves. It tastes like cinnamon candy.
“So which is it? Will you get on your knees like a good girl and take my cock out? Or are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this?”
I leave her no room to negotiate, and I half expect her to hit me. It’s there on her face, the war of needs. Resist or submit to her desires.
“I’m waiting.”
My mouth turns up at the corner as her nostrils flare. Fuck this is entertaining.
“How do you know I won’t bite your cock off?”
Running my thumb over my bottom lip, I take a beat to contemplate her words.
“You won’t. Show me your panties right now. Prove that you’re not already wet, then I may believe you. But we both know what you want.”
Haven tries not to fidget, but her thighs subtly rub together.
“You would’ve walked away already if you didn’t want me to fuck you.”
“Is that so?”
“It is. In fact, I’d bet every last cent I have that you’re soaked, achy, and trying not to touch yourself.
You’re already picturing your lips wrapped around my cock while your tongue plays with my piercing.
Can you see me coming down your throat? You want me to use you the way you’ve secretly fantasized about for years. Tell me I’m wrong.”
There is a dark burning passion in her beautiful green orbs. The anger and need collide in a toxic combination, and neither of us can walk away.
“And here I thought you wanted to turn over a new leaf. Be a better person and all that.”
“Oh, Butterfly…this is me being a better person.”
Haven gasps as I snatch her by the neck like a cobra and drag her forward. She grips my arm, and a tiny glimmer of fear flashes across her face.
“The old me…would happily rub my cock in your tears before shoving it down your throat.”
“There is something very wrong with you,” Haven rasps out.
I let her go.
“You’re probably right, but I promise that when I’m done, you won’t remember why you were ever sad.”
My eyes roam over her body. Her hard nipples push against the little black bra, and my muscles flex as my cock strains against my jeans. It’s taking all my effort to hold back.
“I really hate you,” Haven says, lowering herself to her knees while staring up at me.
“Love and hate run a very fine line. And we’ve always walked them side-by-side.” I grip her chin and tilt her head back further. “There it is. That’s the look I’m after. The one you try so hard to hide. The one that says you’ll let me ruin you if I ask.”
“You’re an asshole,” Haven mutters viciously.
“And you love it. You’re just as sick as I am. Now take my cock out. If you’re going to cry, it’s because I’m shoved so far down your throat that you can’t breathe. But you’ll never shed another tear for anyone else ever again.”
There’s a moment when it looks like Haven will get up and walk away. It’s a tight string of tension pulling between us.
I raise my eyebrow, silently ordering her to obey. And fuck, I can’t decide what will turn me on more…her compliance or her belief that she can leave, only to find out that there is no exit.
I’m so hard for her that every part of me aches with the craving. It’s a constant throbbing sensation. Haven tentatively pops the button and then lowers my zipper. She doesn’t even get it all the way down before my cock is bobbing in front of her face.
I push my jeans down and over my ass.
She reaches for me.
“Don’t use your hands. Open your mouth.”
I rub the head against her lips, smearing pre-cum like lip gloss. The silver ring in the tip flicks back and forth, sending pleasure shooting through my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan as she uses the flat of her tongue and runs it over the piercings.
Haven looks up at me through her long eyelashes, and I almost lose it. A tiny droplet of come squirts out the tip and lands on her lower lip. There is no hesitation. She licks it off and moans.
“Put it in your mouth. Suck it.”
HAVEN
This is it. I’ve given in to the insanity. There is no point fighting it anymore. Is it stupid of me? Probably. Will I get my heart broken? Maybe. But do I still want it…him? Yes. If that makes me an idiot, well then, I’m an idiot. My heart has, does, and will always belong to Cyrus Vale.
He’s right, of course. I’ll lose that bet about my panties. My body aches for him, and the metal ring is cool against my tongue. I love how his thighs flex when I play with it.
“Put it in your mouth. Suck it,” Cy orders, placing his hand on my head.
A nervous excitement races down my spine as I take him.
“Fuck you have a hot mouth.”
His cock slides in, one inch at a time, until it hits the back of my throat.
I try to pull back, but he holds me there just long enough to trigger my gag reflex before letting me move away.
I’m not clueless about how to give a blowjob, but it’s not something I’ve enjoyed doing before.
This is the first time that I’m turned on by the idea. I want to feel him come in my mouth.
“Look at me.”
My eyes shoot up to his.
“Move faster.”
I pick up the pace. Each time I take him deep, he holds my head a little longer, forcing me to swallow.
“Use your tongue more. Yeah, just like that,” Cy groans. “Just like that. Fuck so good.”
His hand tightens on my hair, and he thrusts forward. Cy takes over, hitting the back of my throat harder than before. I gag, but he persists. My nostrils flare as I suck in a deep breath and force myself to swallow through it.
“That’s it, Butterfly, such a good girl,” he says, and his blue eyes pierce my soul. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
The tears from earlier are wiped away, replaced by new lines. The combination of the intense pleasure and my gag reflex makes my eyes water, but I never look away.
Cy hits the back of my throat again, this time pushing deeper and blocking my airway. I instinctively reach out to grab his leg.
He pulls back enough that I can breathe, but shakes his head.
“Unh-unh…no touching.”
My brow creases. The light shrouds half his face in darkness. It’s creepy, but he still looks fucking sexy.
“Your mouth belongs to me just like the rest of you. And you will let me use it however I want.”
It’s not a question, but he waits for me to respond.
Drool drips from my chin as I moan out a garbled ‘yes.’
Cy groans. “So, fucking good.”
My pussy clenches, and I want to rub my thighs together.
“You’ll let me fuck you in any way I want, in any hole I want, at any time I want.”
He pushes against the back of my throat before retreating. I can barely see his face through the tears.
“Where’s my yes?”
“Y…es,” I mumble again, rubbing my thighs together as he smirks at me.
Something is coming, and the little voice in the back of my mind even knows what it is, but it doesn’t matter.
Nothing can prepare me when he grabs my head in both hands and thrusts his hips forward.
Cyrus forces himself all the way down my throat until my nose presses up against his abs.
The panic is instant, and I struggle against his hold, but he doesn’t let go.
“Relax,” he orders.
Relax?
How the fuck is anyone supposed to relax? That’s the stupidest order ever. I somehow manage it for a few seconds, and Cy pulls out. I’m gasping and coughing as I glare up at the asshole.
“Fuck, I love it when you give me that look. So angry, but I see the desire burning in your eyes. Now put it back in your mouth.”
“Are you going to do that again?”
“You mean am I going to shove my cock down your throat? Yes,” he says, unapologetically. “Tell me you hated it.”
I can’t. Part of me loves it. It’s like he’s in total control of my life. My body is hot, and I’m dripping between my legs.
“I thought I was going to die.”
“Are you claiming that you can’t hold your breath for a few seconds?”
“Well, yeah, I can, but…”
“No buts. You’re not going to die, just stop panicking.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. Why didn’t I think of that?” I snap back.
“Are you saying that you’re not as good as the groupies?”
He smirks, knowing exactly what he is doing. The words are a smack to my ego, but instead of making me feel small, all I feel is jealousy and rage. Asshole. He knows I can’t back down from a challenge.
“Wow, you must really trust me to say that with your cock hanging out.”
My words are clipped with the fury running rampant in my veins.
Cy chuckles and slowly strokes his shaft, almost touching my lip, but not quite. I’m torn between liking it and wanting to rip his dick off his body and beating him to death with it.
“Maybe I do. Maybe you’re the only one I’ve ever trusted.”
And just like that, butterflies soar in my chest. Cy’s grip on my hair turns just shy of brutal, and I wince as he forces my head back to stare up at him. My body bends in an impossible angle.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, Butterfly. Tell me, or I’m shoving my cock in your mouth and fucking your face until I come.”
I don’t. I don’t say anything. And I especially don’t want to analyze why I won’t. His dirty mouth and brutality scare me as much as it turns me on.
“No smart comeback?” His voice drops low, and the ragged sound is candy to my ears. “Then show me how much you want it.”
My jaw drops without hesitation at the command. Cyrus stuffs his cock into my mouth once more and drives it to the back of my throat. He is impossibly hard, and my eyes sting as I try to remain calm.
I only manage a partial inhale when he pulls out before he thrusts in again.
“Good girl, just like that. Feels incredible.”
The praise is intoxicating. Cy grips my head and moves faster, harder, and more violently than before. Everything is suddenly more intense. I struggle to match his rhythm while trying to take a breath, but if he notices, he doesn’t slow.
Maybe this fucker is trying to kill me.
I’m lightheaded, but it only adds to the sense of euphoria.
“Fuck yes. So perfect. My perfect Butterfly.”
Each word loosens my throat. Each one makes me wetter. I’m pushed deeper into the depravity that’s been building between us for years.
“You’re mine,” Cy growls.
He thrusts into my mouth over and over, turning my throat raw. And yet, I know I’ll do just about anything to hear him say those words forever.
“Yes, just like that. So fucking close.”
Looking up, I can make out his head thrown back and his body tense from my mouth on him. Me. I’m bringing him this pleasure. There is a dark beauty in that knowledge. One that I feast on.
“I’m coming.”
He freezes, holding my face to his body. I can feel his cock swelling before the hot rush of come flows down my throat. I swallow fast, and he groans louder.
“Fuck,” Cy roars as he pulls out.
I sputter and choke as I finally take the first full, deep breath in what feels like hours. Air has never tasted so sweet.
There is no time to recover before Cyrus grabs my chin. He bends over, and his tongue replaces his thick cock. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen, my jaw is sore, and my throat is raw. And all I can think about is doing it again.
Taking my hand, Cy helps me to stand.
“Whatever else we need to talk about can wait until tomorrow. Where’s the bedroom?”
I point toward the stairs. The corner of his mouth tilts up, and I know I’m in for a lot more before he’s done. I can’t deny that something has shifted between us.
It’s not just love. That is too…broad.
It’s the way he says my name as if it belongs to him. It’s the way he looks on stage, sex and sin with his own brand of arrogance. It’s how he finds me off stage without trying. He always knows where I am, and I’ve never really been out of his reach. It has always been like this between us.
Cyrus Vale has the entire world at his feet, but for some reason, I’m the one thing he refuses to share.
I’ve been telling myself for five years that I can breathe without him, that I don’t need this and don’t need him. But the second he’s close, the air shifts between us, calling me a liar. My thoughts turn reckless. My body forgets every reason I ever had to march away and not look back.
And the worst part, or maybe the best…
I love the way he says, “You’re mine.” Quiet and certain, like it’s the truth. I’m his.
And maybe. Just maybe. I always have been.