Manipulation
By West Greene
Prologue
Hudson
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Fuck, he was so damn beautiful. My mother didn’t deserve Kreed. Sure, marrying him had been the only good thing she’d done for me in my fucked-up life since her marriage to him had provided me with stability, a good home, and food in my stomach three times a day at minimum, but she really didn’t deserve someone as good and wholesome as him.
Honestly, I didn’t either. She and I were two sides of the same coin. Both fucked-up. Both evil. Both selfish.
But goddamn if I didn’t want to own him anyway. To bury my cock deep inside of him and breed him, even if it wasn’t humanly possible. I needed to sink my teeth into his neck and mark him for the whole fucking world to see.
But Kreed fucking Emerson was full of morals, and he liked doing what was right. Getting owned by his wife’s son sure as fuck wasn’t that. But as I stared at him through the crack in his bedroom door, watched as he slid that lubed-up vibrator into his ass, I wondered if I could just get a taste of him. See if he was really all I’d cooked him up to be in my head.
My mother had no fucking idea that her husband was at least a little bit gay. Had no idea he liked stuffing toys up his ass and watching gay porn or even just porn that involved two men touching each other as he watched now. He had the sound low, no doubt to try not to disturb me. Or so maybe, no one found out his deep, dark secret.
But I knew.
And with my mom gone for the night with some of her friends, who were just as fake as she was and would no doubt turn a blind eye to her cheating on her husband, I was about to make my move.
Because Kreed’s deep, dark secret was now our secret.
I pushed open the door, announcing my presence. The hinges squeaked, providing me a grand entrance. Kreed’s head snapped up, all the blood leeching from his face. His warm, brown eyes went comically wide, and he froze, one hand around his cock, the other holding the purple vibrator halfway inside of him. A quiet buzzing filled the room, only slightly drowned out by the moans that were increasing in volume from his phone, which was propped up on the bed at just the right distance and angle so he could watch it.
I tsked and shook my head, stepping farther into the bedroom, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. Pushing the door shut behind me, I cocked my head to the side the slightest bit, licking my lips as I ran my eyes over him. A slight tremble wracked his frame.
“Hudson…” he rasped.
My lips curved just the tiniest bit with the beginnings of a smirk, and Kreed swallowed thickly. “Does my mother know you like stuffing toys up your ass, or that you like watching two men fuck each other?”
His eyes pinched close, those brown irises hidden from me, and I decidedly did not fucking like that. Pressing one hand into the pillow beside his head, I gripped his chin with my other hand, my fingers tightening enough to hurt. He hissed a breath through his teeth.
“Open your fucking eyes, Kreed,” I growled.
And fuuuuck, the way he did so immediately. Christ.
“You ever get enough relief from these toys?” I asked, lifting my hand from the pillow to wrap my fingers around the hand he had curled around his toy. I licked my lips. “I can do so much better. Make you feel so much better.”
“Hudson, no,” he rasped. “This is already crossing so many—” A broken moan shattered the air when I twisted his hand, forcing the toy to turn inside of him. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, and my smirk turned feral and greedy. I needed more of those noises. Needed to see him come while I toyed with him.
Knocking his hand aside, I gripped the base of the toy, upped the vibrations on it, and began to fuck him with it, my fingers still gripping his chin. A mix between a moan and a sob traveled up his throat, and his chest shook with it. His pretty pink lips parted, and I gathered saliva on my tongue, then stuck it out, letting my spit drip into his mouth.
He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, his pretty eyes snapping up to mine. My tongue licked over the top row of my teeth as I twisted the toy then pulled it out. Once the tip was just inside his tight hole, I pushed it back in, hitting his prostate dead-on if the whine that escaped his mouth was anything to go by.
“Like that?” I murmured. His eyes were growing hazy, and his hand moved along his cock almost of its own volition. With my fingers still gripping his chin, I shook his head lightly when he didn’t say anything. “Kreed, I asked you a fucking question.”
“Yes,” he hissed.
Fuuuck.
Leaning in, I licked into his mouth, groaning low in my throat at the taste of him. And he fucking shattered. His cum splashed my arm and his belly and chest, and he trembled so badly, the bedframe rattled with him. Relaxing my hold on his chin, I massaged the muscles there and slowly eased the vibrator out of him, then dropped it to the bed.
He lay there, panting, after I stood back up straight. My cock was rock-hard in my gym shorts, but this would have to do. I’d have him beneath me one day, my cock stuffing his pretty pink hole, but unfortunately, that day was not today.
But that didn’t stop me from swiping up a glob of his cum and sucking it off my fingers. His eyes tracked the movement lazily. I raked my gaze over him, drinking him in. I’d be leaving for college tomorrow, moving into the apartment he had bought for me and my best friend. But I’d have this memory until I returned home for Thanksgiving break.
