But Rooke is staring at me, waiting, perfectly still. Even when I try to shift my hips, his weight is too heavy for me to move.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me until I bleed.”
His eyes glide down my face, fixing on my mouth as he does a slow roll with his hips that makes my own eyes want to roll back in my skull.
“What’s the magic word, boy?”
“Jesus, youfuckingcunt,” I mutter through my teeth.
He does another torturous roll, chuckling.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he taunts, his lips brushing along my jaw, ghosting over my lips.
“Please fuck me. Fuck mehard. Fuck me until I come, and then come inside me.” The words rush out of me in a hot breath.
Rooke rears back, staring down at me with such intense lust in his eyes, my breath catches in my lungs. “Christ, Kai,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he grinds his hips against mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
His hips snap forward hard enough to jolt my whole body. I yell in pain, in pleasure—I’m not even sure what the fuck.
I arch into him despite myself, asshole clenching greedily around his girth. Haven’s fist strokes my cock—too hard for me to come, too vicious not to feel like heaven and hell both at the same time.
“God, Kai, you’re so fucking amazing,” she breathes hot against my neck. “I wish you could see how he’s stretching you with his big cock.”
Bastian growls low at her words, his pace building. Deep rolls turn into punishing slams that thump against my pelvis and hips. His hand tightens on my throat, owning every ragged breath.
“You were made to take my cock, boy,” he rasps, eyes devouring my face.
“You’re his fucktoy now, Kai,” Haven chimes in, like she’s encouraging Rooke. “He’s going to pound you to kingdom come.”
And Jesus, does he take the bait.
“Want me to fuck him harder, girl? Want me to fuck him until he bleeds?”
“Yes!” She pushes onto her knees, dragging Rooke’s head down for a kiss, hand still wrapped around my cock.
It shouldn’t, but the fact that they’re not even paying attention to me anymore while he fucks my ass, and she jerks me off, is unbelievably hot.
Rooke thrusts into me so violently that I see stars. Then he stays buried deep, turning his full attention to Haven. He grabs her tits, squeezing them until she whimpers in pain, then shoves his fingers into her pussy. The sound of him fingering her has me writhing and squirming on the end of his cock like a fucking fish on a hook.
When I whine like the simp he keeps calling me, Rooke glances over with a raised eyebrow. “Keep yourself busy,” he says, giving my rock-hard cock a disparaging look. “But don’t even think about coming until I’m done with you.”
Haven spreads her thighs so he can finger her harder, their kiss intensifying.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I start jerking off as I watch Rooke drive Haven to a climax in a matter of minutes as he stays ball-deep inside my ass like an afterthought, pumping less than a quarter inch of his thick dick in and out of my hole just to add to the frustration.
It’s cruel.
Degrading.
And I have to keep whipping my hand away from my cock so I don’t come.
Haven grabs onto Rooke like she’s drowning, her hips thrusting into his palm harder and harder, until her body locks up and starts shaking. She breaks off their kiss with a flustered, “Fuck!”, throws me a panicked look, and…gushes.
Rooke doesn’t stop fingering her. And the sound it makes as she squirts over his hand is…
It’s fucking art.
