He doesn’t ease past my lips like he did with Haven. He grabs my hair andshoves, forcing his cock past my lips and down the back of my throat until I’m gagging and pushing against his thighs.
Beside me, Haven is making completely inappropriate, huffy little moans, like she’s about to come.
Which just makes me fucking hornier.
“Relax your throat, boy.”
I can’t. I can’t fucking breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but choke around the hard, thick length filling my mouth.
He pulls back just enough for me to gasp a breath before thrusting again.
“Relax.”
Easy for him to say when he can breathe just fine and I’m spluttering and drooling around his cock.
“Get behind him, girl.” His voice is steady, controlled, even as his cock slides in and out of my throat.
I feel her move. Feel her small hands on my shoulders, then sliding down my chest. Her nipples brush against my back as she presses herself against me in a tight hug.
“Hold out your hand.”
She lifts her hand past my head to Rooke, like she’s begging for change. And he rewards her by spitting in it.
“Stroke his cock. But don’t let him come.”
Her fingers wrap around my shaft. She makes a happy sound into my ear when she finds my crown slick with precum, rubbing it down my cock until I’m slippery with my own arousal and Rooke’s saliva.
I groan around Rooke’s shaft at the friction, causing him to hiss.
“That’s it, boy.”
Where I’d been pushing his thighs away, I’m gripping onto him for stability, instead. One hand holding onto the top of his pants, the other clawing against his shirt.
Until he rips his shirt over his head. Then my hand is pressed against his slim, naked stomach instead. His abs shudder under my palm as he groans.
He’s fucking my mouth faster now, less controlled. “Take it all, boy. Show me what that pretty mouth is good for.”
Tears are streaming down my face. From the gagging, from the overwhelming sensation of Haven’s hand on my cock and Rooke in my throat.
“Crybaby. We’re just getting started.” Rooke’s voice has gone thick.
The world tilts.
—cold bricks against my back, the smell of weed and Rooke?—
…you gonna fucking cry now…?
I wrench backward, nearly knocking Haven over. My cock is still out, still hard, but suddenly I can’t breathe for an entirely different reason.
“Kai?” Haven’s voice sounds far away. “Kai, what’s wrong?”
I scramble to my feet, chest heaving. My hands shake as I shove my cock back inside my pants.
My whole fucking body is shaking.
Friday night.
The alley.
