Tenderly I poked at my lip, and it hurt even more. Bruised, probably, by Mr. Moneybags. I sucked in a deep breath as Camden moved around in front of me. I was too wrecked to fight him anymore, and he was barely ruffled. Still looked like he could go for hours. And more importantly, he had his stiff cock loosely held in his fist.
There wasn’t much light from the pathway, and while I couldn’t see every ridge and vein, his cock’s outline was certainly scary and easily made out. I sent up yet another thanks that his meat hadn’t gone in my ass. He grasped the back of my neck hard, I thought maybe in warning, and then pressed his thick cockhead against my lips. There was slickness, precum, and the skin was silky soft as he rubbed it over my mouth. I loved the feeling of being fed a hard cock so much that it almost pissed me off to experience it this way. I pursed my lips but gasped because of the pain in my bottom one. He took the opportunity and shoved into my mouth. I opened around the thick burst of his musk on my tongue and found myself sucking instinctively, but then my anger set in and I eased my teeth onto his shaft.
“If you do that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” he murmured, mean and low, into the darkness. He brushed his thumb softly over my cheek, though, and that had my cock kicking up to smack against my stomach.
I opened wide, and he slid in farther. Tingles sizzled through my shaft and groin as I got another burst of his bitter flavor. I almost choked when he pressed against the back of my throat. I tried to remember that I did, in fact, have a passing familiarity with sucking cock, and opened my jaw wider. His cockhead was too fat to choke down, so I did my best, but that must not have been good enough because he cradled my head in both hands and rocked his hips, fucking my face without much help from me.
My bottom lip ached, and every time he dragged across it—in or out—my cock throbbed and jerked toward my stomach. I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life. Tears burned in my eyes as I wrapped my hand around my dick and pumped myself. I shivered. I tried to let my body relax, and he bellowed out something close to a roar when he was able to finally wedge himself deep into my loosened throat. I panicked for a few seconds because I couldn’t breathe and I’d never swallowed down anyone as big as him, but he pulled out, and I was able to snag some air before he shoved back in. I thrust up to meet my hand every time he hit the back of my throat, and it was too fucking good. The humiliation of being used by a stranger twisted through me and created a special tingle in my balls that had them drawing close to my body.
“Fuck, you like this, don’t you? I thought I was going to devour you, but you’re eating me, aren’t you?” He rocked harder against my face, and I gagged on him. He slowed but didn’t stop, and then he forced himself deep, shuddering. His balls touched my lips and they twitched as he pumped spurts of his creamy cum down my throat.
I couldn’t breathe and panicked, but that translated into jerking myself faster to try to get rid of the scary anxiousness clawing through my insides like a wild beast. Something sharper than pleasure, harsher, almost awful rose up in me and exploded along with my orgasm. I felt like I was falling and falling and would never hit the ground as my cock spasmed. My balls emptied and I was floating.
He pulled out of my throat, smearing bitter drops of his jizz on my tongue, and I coughed and sucked in deep breaths as I fell backward onto my ass. My balls unloaded again with a sharp stab of pleasure that streaked through my groin and out to tingle in the rest of my body. I lay down on the cool grass, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. It was either put myself on the ground or fall there. My hand still gripped my cock.
Camden dropped to his knees, and while I remembered what he looked like from being under the lights inside the Courtesan, out here he was feral and scary, and his eyes gleamed in the shadows. He worked my hand off my cock and slid his fingers into my still curled fist. He pumped two into my tight grip, almost like he was fucking my palm the same way I had, and then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a moan.
“Taste good,” he murmured.
I was surprised when he moved and spread my thighs, but I was too tired for more than a token attempt at squeezing my legs back together. His cock hung in front of him, satisfied and not ready again, so I was confused when he ran his fingers into my crack.
“No, what are you doing? Fuck,” I grumbled when he found my hole and wriggled his pointer into me. It stung, and I couldn’t relax.
“Mm, I just wanted to see what you felt like, so I can think about it until I fuck you later.” He pumped his finger deeper into me, and the spit and what was left of my cum wasn’t enough to keep it from burning, or maybe the problem was that I was wound tighter than a straightjacket. He tapped at my prostate, and I whined, even as I tried to shove at his arm with the little strength I could muster.
“Fuck, I love the way you fight.” He sighed and worked over my prostate harder. The sensations after freshly coming were too much because that orgasm had been more than I’d been prepared for and fucking wildly different than anything I’d ever had.
Camden wasn’t gentle as he fingerfucked me. He didn’t check in with me, or at least not with words. When I slid my hand down and squeezed his wrist hard enough that I knew it should hurt anyone with pain receptors, he slowed and eased his finger free of my hole.
Something that wasn’t damp grass was under my left elbow, and after a few seconds of pondering that mystery, I realized it was the fabric of my shorts. I snagged them and kicked at Camden. He backed off enough to let me slide my sad little pants on. I was fairly sure they were backward, and maybe even inside out, but I didn’t fucking care. I shivered hard as I sat up. Camden didn’t stop me as I got to my feet; he didn’t help me either, though.
When I was upright, I swayed in place and ran my hands along my arms. He hopped up and tried to step in and hug me, but last I knew, attackers didn’t get fucking hugs. I shoved at him and immediately wished I hadn’t as I started limping toward the sidewalk. My bodyachedall over. It just fucking hurt. My knees hurt. My feet hurt. My back twinged. My head throbbed. I needed about thirty-seven ibuprofens.
My cock was probably the only thing that was good to go. I huffed at myself in disgust.
“Hey, wait,” Camden said, and he had the fucking audacity to soundhurt. Behind me there was a noise like he might be zipping up.
“You got what you wanted, and I learned my fucking lesson. Tell Madam Winters. Now go away.” I cast an intentionally mean look over my shoulder, the same one that used to have Ross snapping into action to do work.
He chuffed out a laugh, apparently impervious to my glare. Defeated, I slumped forward a bit and tried harder to rub some warmth into my skin. It wasn’t exactly cold out, but I was freezing.
“You’re mine for the night.”
“No, I’m not. Fuck, I am done with this shit!” I tried to turn to glare again, but my muscles were stiffening up, and I just plodded forward to the path. “Now you can talk to me? You couldn’t speak to me before you scared the shit out of me and chased me down here? And….” I shook my head and stared out over the water as I stomped along.
“I told you not to run.” The laughter in his tone had me curling my hands into fists.
I reached the path and wasn’t sure where I was going. I had no idea what to do, but at this point… what did it matter? I stalked along the sidewalk back to the Courtesan because I didn’t have a fucking boat and knew there was no way I’d outrun him on the beach. I stumbled at the pain as I set down my right foot too hard. I sucked in a deep breath.
A strong, warm hand landed on my shoulder. “Are you okay, Mark?” When I slowed and glanced back, there was concern in his dark eyes.
I shook my head.
He let out a low, nearly angry growl and slid his hand down to my elbow. I didn’t have the energy to shake him off. “Do you want to go back into the Courtesan?”
“No. If I never see the inside of that place again, it will be too soon.”
“I’ll take you to my house.”
