Each one makes me feel filthy and worthless. My jaw aches, spit dribbling down my chin as Ford makes me take every inch of him. I try to drift away in my mind, to go someplace safe like I did when he used my body after fight night, but between the monsters up here and the hecklers below, I’m horrifyingly present for every minute.
“Fuck,” Ford grits out when he finally reaches his climax, shoving my head down hard and choking me with his cum. He holds me there as he empties down my throat with a guttural groan, collaring it with a hand and flexing his grip on my neck.
“Swallow.”
As soon as he feels my throat bob beneath his palm, he lets go, pulling me off by my hair again and yanking my head sideways to turn it toward Raf.
My stepbrother is relaxed back on the sectional, a glass of amber liquor in his hand and his heated gaze trained on me. “Good girl,” Raf murmurs, dark eyes boring into mine. And for some twisted, insane reason, something deep inside me lights up at his praise, soaking it in like oxygen.
I rock back to sit on my heels, wiping the spit off my chin with the back of a hand as Ford tucks himself back into his boxers with a satisfied smile. Wes and his skanks have vacated the other side of the couch, but before I can wonder where they went, Raf clears his throat to get my attention.
My eyes dart back to his, the intensity of his stare making my pulse skip. “Let me guess, I can go now?” I rasp bitterly, my voice hoarse from the assault on my throat.
The corner of Raf’s mouth lifts a fraction. “No.” He tosses back the rest of his drink, then thrusts the empty glass toward me, tipping his head to indicate the loft behind him. “But youcango get me a refill. Whiskey, neat.”
“I’m not your waitress,” I bite out, glaring daggers at him.
“You’re whatever I want you to be,” he snaps back.
I shake my head in disgust. “You’re a monster.”
He leans forward, aiming a glare at me to match my own. “And I’m whatever you want me to be, too.”
CHAPTER 23
WES
Now I realizewhy Julie was so forgettable. Desperation emanates from her pores like a cloying perfume, and she’s so damn fake and over the top that it makes my skin crawl. Not to mention her gag reflex is far too sensitive for a dick the size of mine.
At least she brought a friend with her, so the minimal work I put in to get it wet tonight isn’t a total loss. Her friend’s gag reflex is non-existent, so I can fuck her throat to my heart’s content.
It’s still a poor substitute for what I really want, though.
The sight of these girls on their knees in front of me doesn’t elicit half the reaction that watching Ava swallow Ford’s cock did. That mouth of hers was made to suck dick–I should know– and the sight of her slurping on Ford’s like a pro was all it took for me to finally cave and take Julie and whatsherface into the loft to play.
Can’t remember the blonde’s name.
Doesn’t matter.
It’s not really relevant at this point, considering she’s already on her knees blowing me. Julie’s right beside her, fondling my balls and licking around the base while her gal pal puts in thereal work. Since I clearly prefer her mouth around me over Julie’s, the latter is just desperate to be included, doing all she can to prove herself so I’ll still fuck her after, even though she can’t suck dick worth a damn.
Maybe I will. Sex is like a religion for me, and I’m a devoted practitioner.
These girls are doing a shitty job at holding my attention tonight, though, and I have an image to uphold. Guess I should probably throw around some sugar to steer this train back on its track.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” I murmur, stroking the blonde’s hair away from her face. Her gaze pings up to meet mine, eyes lighting up at my praise, and I give her a little wink of encouragement.
That seems to do the trick. She suddenly starts bobbing up and down my shaft with renewed enthusiasm, her tongue swirling against the underside as she takes me deeper. Julie sucks one of my balls into her mouth, trying her best to impress me and earn her own words of affirmation. As I watch the two of them worshiping my cock on their knees, the boredom I was beginning to feel lessens.
It’s just getting good when the door to the loft suddenly swings open and Ava stumbles inside, looking like a deer in the headlights when she takes in the sight of me being serviced by the women at my feet. For a second, I think things are about to get a whole lot more interesting, but then she spins around and retreats in a frazzled panic, yanking the door closed behind her.
Not so fast, sweetheart.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I keep my gaze trained on the door she just departed through. If I know my friends–and I do– then she’s not about to be relieved of whatever task they set her to just because I’m in here getting ablowie. Ava is our newest toy, and Raf never learned how to play nice. It isn’t a question ofifhe’ll break her, butwhen.
I’m honestly surprised she’s lasted this long.
The blonde continues slurping on my dick like nothing happened as I eye the door with amusement, counting down in my head.
