Rooke reaches past Haven’s shoulder to lay his palm on my chest, and glides it down to my abs. “So much glitter,” he muses, staring at his hand before rubbing it down the front of my pants, right over my throbbing cock.
I bite back a groan as I step back to get away from his touch. He chuckles under his breath, instead wiping the rest of the glitter off on Haven’s stomach.
She arches into the touch, a soft sound escaping her throat.
“Such a responsive little slut.” His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, his eyes flicking up to mine as he kisses the top of her head. “Did you think about me while he was fucking you? Did you imagine my hands instead of his? My mouth?”
Haven shoots me a quick look before dropping her gaze. “N-no.”
“Liar.” He yanks her panties down so roughly, she gasps and tries to grab them. He chuckles at her futile attempt at modesty, stomping the pretty fabric to the floor with his shoe the moment it passes her knees. “You thought about me every single time. Didn’t you?”
Haven is breathing hard now, naked but for her bra and stockings. Her nipples are peaked through the silky bra, her stomach fluttering as she fights for breath.
“Y-Yes.” The word comes out broken. “Yes, I thought about you.”
“Good girl.” He reaches around, cupping her tit through the thin fabric. “And what did you think about?”
“I—”
My palm rubs against the front of my pants before I even realize I’m going to touch myself. I can’t help it, I need friction. There’s a damp spot from all the precum I’ve leaked since Rooke shut the door.
There’s something wrong with me, because I can feel how ashamed Haven is. Her red cheeks, the way she refuses to make eye contact with me.
But I don’t want Rooke to stop, because it’s making me so hard it hurts…and I fucking love it.
“Did you think about my cock, pretty slut?” His other hand slides between her thighs from behind. Haven gasps, her knees buckling before she stiffens her legs…and spreads them.
I groan, pressing harder against my erection, willing my cock to deflate.
But watching Rooke’s hand as he slowly starts fingering her is making it impossible to breathe.
“Did you imagine me filling you up while your boyfriend watched?”
Her eyes shut tight, lashes quivering. “Oh god?—”
“Answer the question, Haven.”
“Yes!” She’s trembling all over. “Yes, I thought about—I imagined—fuck?—”
“Such a filthy little whore.” His fingers thrust harder, causing her to whimper. “No wonder you ended up where you did, trailer park trash.”
I can’t fucking breathe.
I’m gripping my cock in a white-knuckled grip because I’m seconds away from ripping it out.
I’m about to come, and that sends a rush of rage through me that turns the world white.
“Don’t fucking call her that,” I manage in a strangled voice.
Rooke stop thrusting his fingers into her pussy, instead grinding his thumb against her clit. His eyes find mine over Haven’s shoulder as she arches and bucks into his touch.
“Did I say you could speak?”
I drop my chin, glaring at him. “You don’t get to call her trash—“ I cut off, but everyone can hear the unspoken ‘only I do.’
Rooke’s smile is the scariest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you.” He withdraws his hand from between Haven’s legs, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and giving them each a slow lick. “You think you’re defending her honor?”
