My hands curl into fists at my sides.
His smile drops as quickly as it appeared, a look of annoyance sharpening his features as he tips his head toward Ford and raises his glass to his mouth. “Now do as your told, I don’t have all fuckin’ night.”
Fury chokes my windpipe as I move to comply with his order, drowning in my own defeat when I step in front of Ford and hang my head in shame.
“Aw, cheer up, babe,” he remarks, grinning up at me savagely. “Most girls around here are begging to suck my dick.”
He’s already got his jeans shifted down his hips, his hand resting on the bulge in his boxers as he strokes himself idly through the material.
“On your knees, Ava,” Raf barks, and I flinch at the bite in his tone.
Taking a final step closer to Ford, I lower myself before him, mortification setting in as my knees hit the floor. The moment they do, he leans forward, grabbing at the material of my sweatshirt.
“Let me see some skin.”
I instinctively fight him at first, trying to shove his hands away, but what’s the fuckingpoint? I’m already on my knees, about to suck him off in front of the entire school. I thought what they did to me in the loft was rock bottom, butthis? This is worse.
So much worse.
Ford tugs my sweatshirt off over my head, my hair falling down in a mess around my face and shoulders. And then, to add insult to injury, he makes a little grunt of disapproval when he sees the t-shirt I’m wearing underneath it, stripping me of that, too.
Goosebumps pebble up on my skin as I kneel there in only my bra and jeans, watching as Ford tosses my clothing aside. By some miracle he doesn’t make me take off the rest. He just settles back on the couch again, tucking his hands behind his head and nodding to his crotch.
One of Wes’ girls giggles from the opposite side of the sectional, only adding to my humiliation as I reach up to peel Ford’s boxers back, freeing his huge, pierced cock from the confines of the fabric. It flops against his belly, the barbell at the base of the head glinting in the light as I wrap a trembling hand around it, stroking it to life in my palm. He’s already mostly hard, and within seconds, he turns to steel in my grip.
Ford smirks down at me, looking like the cat that got the cream. I’m so close to him that I can see the little golden flecks in his hazel eyes and the hint of stubble forming on his jawline. For a fleeting second, I’m struck by how disturbingly attractive he is, even in the face of what’s about to happen.
“Go on,” he urges, his upper lip curling back from his straight white teeth.
I suppose the devil himself was once a beautiful angel.
Shoring up my resolve, I bend my head forward over his lap, licking my lips before parting them to take him into my mouth.
The skin of his cock is velvety soft on my tongue as I swirl it around the underside, the cold metal barbell of his piercing a stark contrast to the burning heat of his shaft. I’m not well versed in the art of blowjobs, but I remember the way Wes seemed to like this move. And while the last thing I want to doright now is pleasure Ford, the sooner I get him to the finish line, the sooner this debasement will end.
His hand sinks into my hair, gathering the strands to wrap around his fist so he can direct my head over his lap. Ford’s cock is so thick that I gag on it as he pushes my head down, fighting for air as he punches his hips up and starts fucking my throat.
“Fuck, Wes was right,” he groans. “You’re a natural, Ava baby.”
A little piece inside me cracks at the mention of Wes, who’s no doubt enjoying his front row seat to my indignity while those girls lavish him with attention like he’s some sort of god.He’sthe reason I’m on my knees right now, swallowing his friend’s cock. If I hadn’t fallen for his charms and let him bring me up to the loft that first night, I wouldn’t have gotten caught in the Kings’ crosshairs.
Distantly, I hear a little commotion from the crowd below, titters of laughter reaching my ears. Suddenly I’m choking– both on Ford’s dick and my hatred toward these boys, tears springing to my eyes as he forces himself deeper. My lips kiss the base and for a second, I think I might suffocate– and actually welcome it. But then he yanks me back up, little pinpricks of pain breaking out over my scalp from his punishing grip on my hair.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, peering up at him through my eyelashes as I seek direction.
He’s not even looking at me.He’s looking out over the crowd, a smug smirk on his lips as he uses my mouth to chase his pleasure.
I can’t believe I thought he was the best of the three. Richelle was right; he’s a fucking psychopath.
Ford suddenly yanks me off him by my hair, leaning down to growl, “Wave to Travis,” in the shell of my ear. He grabs my chin in his other hand, forcing my head to the right, and though my vision is too obscured with tears to see clearly, I lift a hand,heeding his command. Then he shoves me back down over his cock, grunting as the heat of my mouth envelops him.
I choke around his girth as I hear jeering and heckling from down below, a few choice words reaching my ears.
Slut.
Desperate.
Whore.
