Trevor stroked Jay’s bearded cheek. “Suck slower and deeper. Ooh, that's better. You’re a natural—I knew you would be.”
If Jay took offense, he didn’t let it show. He did, however, slow down his sucking further, letting Trevor’s cock reach deeper down his warm throat.
“Did you suck a lot of cocks in prison?” Trevor was genuinely curious. “Did they pass you around like a sex doll?” Just picturing such a scene made him lightheaded.
“Evil,” Daniel hissed, proving that he was listening and perhaps not as wasted as he pretended to be.
Never underestimate Daniel. Trevor had learned that long ago.
Jay’s sucking continued to improve, his throat growing more welcoming. A bit more training, and Trevor would turn the man into a professional.
He pulled out his spit-covered cock and rubbed it across Jay’s flushed face, making the man twist his lips in disgust, yet he didn’t try to squirm away. Feeling extra naughty, Trevor leaned down and rubbed his cock over Jay’s sweaty armpit, the wet hairs tickling. Withhis cock covered in sweat, he slid it back into Jay’s mouth for him to enjoy his own nasty flavor.
Once more engulfed in warm moistness, Trevor’s muscles seemed to melt, so it wasn’t a surprise that his climax announced its arrival moments later. “I’m going to shoot in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow.” A spark of fear lit in Jay’s eyes, yet he didn’t pull away. “If you spit, I’ll get angry. You understand?”
Jay blinked his reserved acceptance. Trevor pumped as deep as he could, causing Jay to gag and tear up, but he was smart enough to endure and keep his hands behind his head.
The pressure in Trevor’s cock became too intense. With a loud gasp, he ejaculated down Jay’s throat while still grabbing tightly to his hair. Warm bliss surrounded him, his heart slowly settling down. He pulled out his shrinking cock and let go of Jay’s hair. “A damn fine work. Now it’s your turn to shoot. If you make Danny howl, I’ll let you rest.”
Jay lowered his hands and wiped spit from his chin, exhaustion in his bloodshot eyes.
Trevor pulled his pants up and plopped down in the chair, his pulse almost back to normal. “Turn him on his back. I want to see some sweet lovemaking.”
Jay carefully turned barely-conscious Daniel on his back, then slowly slid into him.
Trevor reached for the vodka and took a mouthful. All in all, today had turned out pretty damn sweet.He had gained another way to keep Daniel in line, which would be helpful for what they had planned for tomorrow.
The long day crept up on Trevor, making him yawn. It was time to call it a night. “Speed it up, stud.”
“It’s... hard,” Jay grunted.
Trevor chuckled, not surprised. A man wasn’t supposed to fuck under the influence of sedatives, making Jay’s vigor downright remarkable.
“Try kissing him to speed things up.”
Jay shook his head. “He doesn’t like that. I’m gonna finish in a minute. Just need—”
Daniel, ever so clever, pulled Jay down for a sloppy kiss.
Jay needed a moment to compose himself, then his thrusting grew faster. He smashed into Daniel in a frenzy while kissing him hard and deep.
Trevor winked at his brother, who stood quietly at the side of the room, still wary. But Andy would soon get his playtime as well, which would cheer him up and make him see there was nothing to worry about—Trevor got things under control.
When Jay’s moment of release finally came, he growled from the depths of his body, his muscles clenched tight. A few moments later, he slumped on top of Daniel with his body still spasming.
As Trevor took a final sip of vodka, he could faintly hear Jay muttering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
22
ANTHONY
Since driving back to the city would have taken too long, they spent the night in the eerie Mitchells’ house. Anthony’s sleep had been shallow and restless, as if the house didn't want him there. Shortly after waking up, they hit the road with the sun rising behind the faraway hills, heading toward what Google claimed was an abandoned amusement park from the late 1990s. It was a few hours drive, but close to Ethan and Chris’s old college. They hadn’t found any other reasonable option to go check.
Anthony kept his skepticism private about basing their search on something Chris had briefly mentioned to Ethan. They had no way of knowing if that house was still owned by the Mitchells. Chris had been in college when they took him there.
“I should call Mickey,” Ethan said from the passenger seat.
Anthony glanced at his watch. It was not even seven in the morning, but Mickey seemed like an early bird.
