He sighs. “Thanks. I just… Iknowthat he said things specifically to hurt me.I know that.But he chose carefully because his words just won’t leave me. They’re easy to believe because I thought them too.”
“Anyone who comments on your insecurities and vulnerabilities to your face isnota reflection of who you are but of whotheyare,” Oscar says. “Everything this man did to you is a reflection of who he was.”
“None of the reports say that he was abusive,” Ruby whispers. “They say that he’s a stalker who had a whole bunchof different aliases. That he preyed on college students. Not a single report said that he hit people.”
“News of his murder just came out. I think that’ll change in a couple days,” Oscar says. “I hate to say it, but I can almost guarantee you weren’t the only one he hurt.”
If this Trevor wasn’t already dead, I’d really love to kill him myself.
CHAPTER 28
OSCAR
Iwasn’t wrong. More than a dozen accusations of every form of abuse came out in the days following Trevor’s death. Trevor wasn’t even his name, just one of the many he gave people. I think the thing that hit Ruby hardest was that he wasn’t the only man at Marley Coast who Trevor had abused.
He was one of three. In the same year. One of them at the same time. The dates aligned almost exactly with the dates that Trevor had abused Ruby.
In the last week, Ruby had two appointments with his therapist, and he decided to call the police and report his abuse as well. He waffled on this because the man is already dead. What good was it going to do now? His only stipulation when reporting was that he wanted to remain anonymous.
As it turns out, they’d already assumed that he’d been one of Trevor’s victims, the proof being the photos that Trevor had taken and kept on his phone. Photos of Ruby sleeping. Of the bruises and marks that Trevor had left.
Ruby had a bit of a breakdown. He’s talked to his brother a lot. Lix came up for a few days and stayed in a hotel close by to support Ruby. He left this morning, and now Ruby’s lying on hisback with Alka on top of him, dicks in mouths, the two of them moaning loudly.
Ruby wanted an escape. He wanted to stop thinking about it. He wanted to forget everything and just feel good.Will you make me orgasm?
I suggested this position—sixty-nine. I know exactly how to get them both going, but for right now, I’m going to enjoy watching them while I stroke myself.
Ruby’s hanging on to Alka’s legs, his cock down Ruby’s throat. Alka’s hips move in time to how he’s bobbing his head over Ruby’s dick. The room is filled with moaning and slurpy sucking sounds. It’s sexy as hell.
They’re beautiful like this. Wrapped up in the moment, thinking of nothing else but feeling good and making each other feel good. Their skin glistens with sweat already.
“So hot,” I murmur as I move over Ruby’s head and my husband’s ass. “Ready for the next level of pleasure, beautiful?”
Ruby smiles around Alka’s dick. His pupils are blown wide as he nods, his fingers digging into Alka’s thighs.
With my hands on Alka’s ass cheeks, I spread them wide and dive in. I tease his hole with the tip of my tongue. He makes a muffled moan, raising his ass up for me to feast, so I do. I lick his pretty pucker before sticking my tongue inside.
His body shudders, his hips rocking against me. Ruby slurps loudly, and the sound of wet smacks makes me smile.
This is just the appetizer though. When Alka’s nice and breathless, I back away a little and pull his dick from Ruby’s mouth. “Choose a nut,” I tell Ruby.
He gives me a dopey smile and lifts his head to take one of Alka’s balls into his mouth. Alka cries out, his ass jerking down. I take his other in my mouth and suck him like a hard candy.
Beside me, Ruby spasms, shudders. His moans and grunts get louder. I grin without letting go of Alka’s ball sac or lessening the pressure. I know my husband. He once told methat this is instant pleasure for him. It’s so intense that he loses all sense of life as it floods through him like wildfire.
I also know that he doubles down on who he’s sucking if we’re in this position, as we have been many times. It becomes a game. The intense pleasure makes him suck harder, which makes me suck harder. Back and forth until our orgasms explode forth.
Based on the way Ruby shakes and grips tightly onto Alka’s legs, the noises he makes, his muffled voice getting higher and higher, I think he’s experiencing exactly what he asked for.
Ruby lets his head fall back, his mouth open as he begs for release. I take both my man’s balls into my mouth—yes, a mouth full of nuts—and suck Alka until Ruby’s crying with his release. My husband chokes but doesn’t stop sucking on Ruby’s dick. He’s nothing but reflexes right now as he fucks his dick against Ruby’s chest while he continues to suck Ruby in response to me sucking him.
I know the moment he comes. Not just because of the way his balls feel like they’re throbbing with a heartbeat all their own, but because I know my husband’s orgasm cry. I can feel the way he sprays all over Ruby’s chest, and poor Ruby is now practically sobbing because his dick is done but Alka hasn’t stopped sucking yet.
When they’re both wrung free, I back away and look at them. Such a pretty pile of limp men covered in cum and tears. I brush Ruby’s hair from his forehead. He looks at me with dull, sleepy eyes, a dopey smile on his face.
“How do you feel, darling?” I ask.
He murmurs incoherently.
