Rooke’s hand slides into my hair, and he jerks me back to face him. “Watch those fucking teeth,” he says as he pushes my head down.
I keep my mouth closed, but I can’t handle the feel of his slippery crown sliding over my lips. So I reluctantly open my jaw, and a second later, he punches his cock into my mouth and down my throat with one hard thrust.
Haven’s lips rain soft kisses over my back. Then her hand is behind my sweats, her fingers wrapping over my cock, dragging it out.
I groan as she pumps me, because,fuck, it feels good.
Rooke’s hand tightens in my hair, his movements slowing. He lets out a sound that’s half-groan, half-growl.
Jesus, what the fuck is happening?
“You’re so hard, Kai,” Haven says through a giggle.
I want to tell her it’s because she’s jerking me off, but there’s too much cock in my mouth for me to get a word out. Rooke bucks his hips up, tightening his grip in my hair, keeping my head still as he fucks my mouth.
Both my hands are on the couch cushions now, my fingers digging into the foam. I can’t bear to look at him, so my eyes are squeezed closed, but that just makes Haven’s fingers around my dick feel that much better.
She twists her wrist on the upstroke, making me gasp around Rooke’s length.
“God, the sounds you make with a mouth full of cock are so filthy,” she murmurs.
I try to ignore Rooke, the way his cock feels as it slides between my lips. The wet smack as he pushes through the saliva built up in my mouth. How his dick fills me and crowds my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. But my lips are tingling, sensitized from the constant friction of his smooth skin.
A muffled whimper escapes me as Haven’s hand speeds up.
“Fuck, you’re even harder now,” she says.
“He can fight it all he wants,” Rooke says, “but his throat’s clenching around me like it loves being violated.”
“You like that, don’t you, Kai?” Haven murmurs, grazing her teeth over the curve of my ass.
Her jerking me off?
Yes.Fuck, yes.
Rooke’s cock in my mouth?
Fuck no.
He’s going too deep. My stomach keeps clenching. There’s so much saliva in my mouth it’s flooding out the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin. With my eyes closed, it sounds like he’s fucking a wet pussy, not my own mouth.
“Stop looking away like a scared little bitch. You’ll look at me when I’m wrecking your pretty wet mouth,” Rooke grates.
My eyes squeeze shut even harder, but the logic is the more I do what he says, the faster he comes, right? So I force my lids open, grudgingly flickering my gaze up.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Now put that tongue of yours to use, boy.”
His pupils are blown out as he stares down at me with the filthiest arrogance I’ve ever seen…like I’m barely good enough to be licking his boots, never mind sucking his cock.
“Don’t worry, boy, you’ll get better with practice. This cock will turn your virgin ass into a greedy little cumhole before you know it.”
His words sicken me.
Disgust me.
But the way Haven’s touching me is sending all the wrong signals to my brain.
I’m going to come.
