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I let out a sigh of satisfaction when his tongue licks the underside. Saliva is starting to spill from the corner of his lips. His mouth is so wet and warm.
“Eyes on me, now.”
He struggles to open his eyes and look at me. They’re bright with unshed tears. I pull out slightly and thrust back in, making him moan around me. The vibrations send ripples of pleasure through my body.
I clench my teeth to not say anything. This is a punishment; he shouldn’t know how good he is at it.
I keep a steady rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. In…
He moans. I shift from one foot to the other and thrust harder. Keeping tight against him, I watch as he chokes, his chest heaves, and he tries to pull away. I push him harder, keeping my movement short and violent.
“Take it,” I growl, my voice raw and dripping with lust.
My muscles tense, the bottom of my spine tingling with a need to release. My grip tightens as I feel a drop of sweat roll down my neck, tracing against my burning skin.
“Don’t you fucking dare relapse,” I hiss.
I watch with indispensable sadism how much he’s struggling, relishing in the pain he must be feeling at the back of his throat, in his constricted lungs. My eyes close and images flash.
Rose’s throat against my palm.
Her whispered moans the only time we kissed.
Lik holding her down while I fuck her. His dick in her mouth, wiping that smug smile off her face.
Her coming all over my dick while he comes in her mouth.
I explode in a low grunt, emptying down his throat and forcing him to drink it all. He chokes and sputters when I pull out, taking much-needed air into his lungs. I release him in a short push and watch him struggle to stay still. I grab his jaw with my hand and keep his eyes on me. Mine go down, looking at the hard-on pushing against his suit pants.
I smirk and bring one foot forward. With my heel still on the floor, I lift the tip of my shoe and press against his hard cock. I start light, then press harder. Then harder…and harder. Until he winces from the pressure. The light in his eyes must match mine, because I am on fire.
“Do you need help with that?”
He tries to nod. I feel it in the palm of my hand, but I’m holding it too strong for him to move. It’s hard to admit, especially for him. He is a tough man and has stood for himself his whole life. The gangs, the racism, the poverty. He had to fight it all and more. Through fists, fights, and murder. He is one hell of a man. And yet, when it comes to me, he folds. He kneels at my feet like a worshiper in desperate need of his God. I crush him under my strength and power. And I make sure to make it hurt in the process, because that’s what we both need.
“You took your punishment so well,” I continue. “Did it hurt?” He attempts to nod again, blinking up at me. “Keep being good. I’ll fuck you when we get home, and if you takethatlike a good boy, I might allow you a release.”
He groans a complaint but doesn’t push.
“Atta boy. Get your stuff, I’m going to see Rose.” Saying her name out loud feels strange after imagining my boyfriend and I fucking her as I came.
I zip myself up before going to her room. I can already hear her on the phone as I walk down the corridor. I push her door open without hesitation.
26
SAM
Spell It Out– You Me At Six
She’s sitting cross legged on the bed, and her denim jacket is off, leaving her with her ripped black turtleneck. The covers are to her hips, and I understand why when I see her jeans on the floor.
I stay by the door for a few seconds, looking at her and her at me, while I calm my raging heart that’s trying to pump blood back into my dick at the thought of Rose in her underwear. I run my knuckles against my jaw and take my first step toward her.
She’s listening to someone on the phone. I can hear a man’s voice.
I grab her wrist with a little too much violence for someone who shouldn’t care and rip her hand away from her ear until I can see the screen.
Lukeis written on there, and I roll my eyes. Her rich friends can’t stay away from her. They love her too much for that. Now that I’m closer, I can see the bump on her head. It’s turned purple and it forces my chest to tighten with guilt.
