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He twists his head away. “Fuck no. I don’t do that.”
“Youdidn’tdo that,” I correct, grabbing his chin and jerking it back. He didn’t get off his knees, so I keep going. Pulling out my cock, I smack it against his cheek a few times, not too hard, just letting him feel my hardware on his skin. “But we’ve changed places, haven’t we? So either show your kingsome respect, or you’ll be cleaning me up after I’ve cum in your ass.”
His jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring. I know he’s hating this, but that’s kind of the point. He could stop at any time if he wanted, just like I could. So I keep inching forward, pushing the limit, waiting for him to snap.
Still gripping his chin, I hold his gaze while I lower my cock to his mouth, running the tip over his plump lower lip. A bead of precum oozes onto his skin, and I use it to coat his lip with the shiny, salty gloss. His lips tighten into a line, refusing me entrance, but his cock stirs in his lap at the contact. His eyes bore into mine with murderous hatred, and I know he’s close.
I release him and step back. “If that’s what you want,” I say. “Guess I get the filthy, nasty boy tonight.”
“I’ll do it,” he grumbles.
“What?”
“I’ll suck your dick,” he snaps. “How hard could it be? You did it, and you’re fine now. Now get the fuck over here so I can spit on it.”
“Now that wasn’t very nice,” I taunt. “Where are your manners?”
“Please,” he grits out through clenched teeth, his eyes flashing like the lightning overhead.
I chuckle and step closer again, circling the back of his big head with a gentle hand, cradling it the way he did mine in the hallway at New Year’s. He opens his mouth hesitantly, but I don’t let him play. I push all the way in until I meet the back of his throat. He gags, his throat constricting against my piercings, his tongue undulating along my length. Between the Lady Alice and the sight of Duke Dolce on his knees at my feet in a posture of complete submission, choking on my cock, I think I’m going to cum instantly.
Getting head from a guy is fucking incredible, and not just because it’s my bully. His mouth is so deep, his tongue so big as it strokes along the underside of my cock. He leans back, keeping a tight suction as his lips drags along my shaft until only the glans is gripped inside the hot suck of his mouth. A shaky, guttural groan rumbles through my chest, and the head of my cock throbs against his tongue, coating it with precum.
He makes a muffled growl of disgust in his throat, but before he can back out, I grab his head with both hands and pump back in until he gags. Holding his head still, I fuck his mouth mercilessly, not even giving him time to breathe. The sound of him choking echoes through the restless silence of the night, the hottest noise I’ve ever heard come from his relentlessly loud mouth. At last, he’s silenced, speechless, unable to tear me down with words. He takes it as hard and deep as I want it, like he knows it’s payback, that it’s his duty to kneel at my feet like a good boy and let me plunder the depths of his untrained mouth, wreck his uninitiated throat, until I’ve had my fill.
Just like he did in the basement my first time.
If I was going to spare him, that thought reminds me not to. After this, we’ll be on even ground, even if I can never get even for all the other shit he’s done to me and my family. So I don’t go easy on him. I don’t stop until he’s choking hard enough that I think he might pass out—or accidentally bite down. Then I pull out and let him breathe and spit.
“Fucking queer,” he growls, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth and chin to gather the spit that flowed out while he choked on my cock. He shakes off the strings of saliva and wipes his hand in the grass.
“You fucking loved it,” I say, running a gentle hand over his head before burying my fingers in his thick hair and tugging his head back. “Now wet your hand with all that good spit youleft on my dick and give yourself a little tug, so I know how much that turned you on.”
“I fucking hate you,” he grits out, but he obeys, running his hand from the base of my cock to the tip, his grip tight and efficient. He gathers the wetness, his gaze darting to mine as he squeezes over the tip, collecting more precum with his saliva. Then he jerks roughly at his half-erect monster cock until it’s standing straight up against his abdomen, taller than any dick has a right to be. It only takes him a second. I can feel the pull of the drug in my system too, even with intoxication and lust making everything murky. It’s like an itch, a need so primal it makes resistance impossible.
He rises halfway, pushing his pelvis up, his donkey dick standing proud in the flickering lightning now flashing constantly through the clouds. He wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and drags them up, fisting over the head and tugging frantically. “Do me for a second,” he says. “Please, Colt. I’m so hard it hurts.”
“No,” I say flatly, staring at the ridiculous appendage straining toward me, glistening with his saliva and the first drops of my release. I try not to think about that thing going into my mouth. Or my sister. Or Gloria.
“Turn around and bend over,” I snap. Glowering up at me, he maneuvers himself around, still on his knees, and bends over, placing his elbows on the ground. I kneel behind him and adjust my position to line myself up. Spitting on my fingers, I rub them against his puckered entrance. He curses quietly and drops his head into his hands. I stroke my thumb over the knot of muscle.
“You ever done this?”
“No,” he grumbles into the ground. “Have you?”
“A few times.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not a fucking homo like you.”
“Just relax,” I say. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
He relaxes, and I ease a finger in. He tenses reflexively, hard enough for the ring of muscle to strangle my finger. My cock throbs, and I give it a quick tug, overcome with the waves of bliss rolling along my limbs, burning through my veins as I push in deeper, up to the last knuckle. I stroke inside him, pressing into his prostate, and he makes a hiccupping noise, his body quaking.
The sky starts spitting a few drops of icy rain, but I barely feel them. I work another finger in, giving him a minute to loosen up before I position my hips behind his, pressing the head of my cock to his entrance.
“Can we go inside?” he asks, his skin awash with goosebumps as the rain splatters down around us.
“No,” I say. “Now open your knees.”
