“Someone has to.”
“How noble.” He grabs both her tits, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, before shoving her out of the way. She barely catches herself against the sarcophagus, head bowed, shivering. “Howchivalrous. The knight in shining armor protecting his lady’s virtue.”
Rooke advances on me, stopping an inch away.
“Here’s the thing, boy.” His wet fingers grip my jaw, forcing me to maintain eye contact even as he grabs my wrist and jerks my hand away from my crotch. “Shelikedit when I called her trash. And so did you…”
I don’t answer.
Because he’s right.
Hearing him call her that?
Hot as fuck.
We both admitted to it outside campus the other day. Another dirty little secret to add to the pile between us.
“Your girlfriend is a dirty little slut who gets off on being degraded.” He directs my hand toward Haven where she’s still leaning against the sarcophagus, guiding it between her legs from behind. “Feel how wet she is?”
He forces me to cup her with one hand, his other wrenching my jaw so I’m staring at him, not Haven.
“The only difference between you and her is that she’s honest about what she wants. While you—“ he releases my jaw with a shove “—you’re still pretending to be someone you’re not.”
He turns back to Haven, dismissing me entirely.
“Bend over.”
She hesitates for only a second before folding herself over the sarcophagus, her forearms flat against the cold granite, her ass in the air.
Holy fuck.
The stockings frame the curve of her thighs perfectly. The white lace of her bra stands out against her flushed skin. And her pussy—fuck, her pussy is glistening, swollen, arousal smeared on the insides of her thighs.
“Christ, you’re such a beautiful mess.” Rooke runs his palm over the curve of her ass and lands a slap that makes her squeal and leaves an angry red mark on her skin. “Open wide, slut. I want to see that desperate pussy of yours dripping.”
His dark eyes cut to me, and I’m suddenly convinced he’s going to fuck her and make me watch.
And…I think I want him to.
The smile that tugs at his lips makes me think he knows. Because, fuck, he always knows.
“On your knees, boy.”
My legs move before my brain catches up.
One second I’m standing, the next I’m kneeling on the cold stone floor, eye level with Haven’s pussy, close enough to smell her scent mixing with the musty air inside the crypt.
“Good.” Rooke fists my hair. “Now make her come.”
He shoves my face between her thighs.
Haven cries out, her hips jerking back against my mouth as I lick a broad stroke from her clit to her entrance. Her taste explodes on my tongue, forcing a primal growl from my throat.
“That’s it.” Rooke’s fingers tighten in my hair, controlling the pace and angle of my mouth. “Now slower. Make her beg for it.”
I hate that I obey.
Hate that my tongue slows to a torturous drag, teasing her entrance before circling her clit without quite touching it.
