Page 136 of Breathe Like Hell

“Lick that up, Masters,” he instructed.

Dakota got on her knees and did exactly what he’d told her to do, her wet tongue licking a hot path over my balls and up my shaft, collecting Micah’s spit.

A groan rumbled in my chest.

“Suck him now,” he said.

She didn’t hesitate.

Her lips closed over the head of my cock, soft and warm, then she lowered her head, moaning quietly. After being so violently hard for so long, the relief of being inside her mouth was unreal. I was about to come after two seconds.

Micah helped her, pushing her head down until she gagged, then he stood to his full height and glared directly at my face.

He stared deep into my eyes, and it took all my willpower not to look down at his dick right in line with my head. If Dakota wasn’t here, it might’ve already been shoved down my throat.

God, I wanted it.

He would taste like her.

Blood surged to my groin, my balls drawing up even tighter. I was going to come.

Dakota kept bobbing her head, using her right hand in tandem with her mouth, cupping my balls with her left. The heat of my orgasm was knotting tighter and tighter, burning low behind my hips, trickling into my blood.

My head fell back, eyes sliding shut, body tensing.

And then, at the absolute last second, Micah yanked Dakota off of me by her hair.

Dakota gasped, wiping her lips, stumbling backward.

A strangled, agonized noise tore out of my mouth.

I was in actual physical pain now.

The need for release was pounding in every miserable inch of my dick, aching in my balls, winding all my muscles up unbearably tight. I could hardly think, let alone speak.

“Ki—Micah,” I choked out, barely correcting my mistake on his name. I was willing to beg him if that was what he wanted. Even in front of her. I was that far gone.

“What?”

“I need to come. I’m so fucking close.”

Dakota’s eyes were bouncing between us, and my heart was about to beat out of my fucking chest. I wasn’t sure I had ever been this hard in my life. Sweat trickled all over my torso, dripping in a line down the center of my chest. I stared desperately at Micah, pleading with my eyes, not liking the expression on his face one bit.

Sadist.

He had me exactly where he wanted me.

“Micah,” I said again, panting. My cock was throbbing.

He leaned down and wrapped his hand around my erection, squeezing so hard my eyes rolled. I winced, my breathing getting choppy and labored. His pupils dilated at the pain in every ounce of my body language.

“This what you want?”

He tightened his grip and I groaned. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Barely, his fist moved upward, teasing the head of my cock.

My tip was leaking like a fucking faucet now, slick precum dripping down to where Micah’s strong fingers were strangling me. Another half-inch of motion on my shaft had my throat constricting around a tormented moan.