“Prove it? How?” She was the first to break the abrupt silence.
He uncrossed his arms and leaned back with his palms flat on either side of him, supporting his weight. “Tell her what you want, Rayden.” My mind racing, I frowned, unsure what he wanted me to say. “Earlier you told me you’re not a pussy.” He winked and I felt and an immediate flush sting my cheeks. “On your knees, Zena. He wants you to suck his cock,” Lorenzo ordered when I said nothing.
Without a word, Zena stood. She’d only hesitated for a second because even I had to agree that voice was non-negotiable. I was too stunned to say anything and watched her sink to her knees between my spread thighs. When she reached for the waistband of my sweats, I froze.
Her eyes met mine, her smile sweet, encouraging. “It’s okay, I want to do this,” she whispered.
As she tugged my pants down, I lifted my hips to let her. A small groan snuck out my lips when she wrapped her hand around my already stiff shaft. Embarrassment heated the back of my neck knowing he watched. I kept my gaze on Zena. When she rolled her tongue over the head, licking the precum like it was her favorite ice cream, my hips jerked. Her eyes lifted to mine as she swallowed me to the hilt, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from thrusting up. Instead, I slid further down, spreading my legs wide to give her more access. I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me, but I refused to look up and concentrated on that mouth around my dick—a mouth that had me feeling like I’d just dropped into a landfill of pillows. Soft and lush but the massaging effect was a mindfuck on its own. Her tongue and the occasional nip of her teeth were beginning to mess with my senses.
My body felt weighted as though I was being sucked into a vortex, pun intended, and I struggled to hold myself back, to keep from pushing her to the floor and fucking the endless wait I’d endured, out of her. I’d been horny as shit around this woman for a long time and while a hand job every so often to relieve the tension in my balls helped, the feeling had nothing on the actual act.
“Touch her, Rayden.”
I did look up then, wanting to see his expression. He wasn’t looking at Zena like I’d expected. Heavy lidded eyes were glued to mine, the cocked brow emphasizing his dominance over the two of us. I tried to read his expression, unsure what it was telling me. There was no smile but there was no scorn either. Was that encouragement or direction? For my young mind, this act was supposed to be sick, disgusting, letting another man watch you fuck the woman you held deep feelings for. And even as I continued to hold his gaze, I waited for that uncomfortable feeling to hit, for embarrassment to kick the shit out of me. It never happened.
Instead, I was so fucking turned on, I groaned and jerked upward, hitting the back of her throat, twice. It was her gagging that broke my stare down with him and I waited for her to push me away. She didn’t. Call me fucked-up, but her tear-filled eyes had me clenching my fists. Was it deranged that it turned me on more? When she pulled her mouth off me to breathe, her eyes glittered with arousal, telling me she was okay with taking me deeper. With her gaze on me, she slicked up my length, running her tongue from the base to the tip before dipping it into the slit. I had to concentrate hard to keep from coming already.
“Fuck,” I let out an uncontrolled groan when she sucked harder. God, it felt so fucking good. Everything I’d assumed my first blow job would be, wasn’t even close to the real thing. The burn of my orgasm, hitting my balls, with enough heat to bring down a fucking house. My body tensed and I was ready to push her away so I wouldn’t blow in her mouth.
“Stop, Zena,” Lorenzo’s abrupt demand had her releasing my cock with a soft pop and me cursing. She turned to look at him while my body shuddered from the denied orgasm. “Come here, girl.” He pointed to the space between his legs. She glanced at me, her expression apologetic then moved to rise. “No. Crawl to me,” he ordered.
What the fuck? I wanted to shout out but that look on his face warned me not to make a sound. On her hands and knees, Zena crawled until she was right between his spread legs. From where I sat, the profile view had me regretting taking that seat. It would’ve been better if I’d sat in front of him. That way I would’ve been behind Zena and spared her some embarrassment if he wanted her to do some weird-ass shit to him.
Yet, I was surprised that without him asking, she knew what he wanted. Disappointment winged its way down my spine when she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. Slowly, my hard-on receded. And when she dropped his sweats to reveal his rigid cock, I gulped. I was in no way conceited about the size of my cock but even I had to admit the man’s dick was admirable—thick and fucking long. For just a second, I wondered how Zena would fit him in her mouth and I stared mesmerized when she slipped the head between her lips. But then I hated hearing her soft groan of appreciation and I looked away to hide my cringe.
“Eyes on me, Rayden,” his soft command, drew my gaze back to him.
I swallowed hard when he nodded for me to watch her suck him off. Dropping my gaze, I watched her fist his cock and take half his length. While a part of me wanted to get the fuck out of there, the other part, the deviant one I didn’t know I possessed until that minute, couldn’t look away.
“Take all of me in,” he ordered, looking down at her. I frowned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to. She hollowed out her cheeks, her lips pulling tight as she swallowed him inch by inch. I watched her throat work as she gagged. “Remember what I said, Zena. I’m going to fuck this mouth hard if you don’t take all of me in.”
From this angle I could see her eyes widen and it had me wondering what he’d said to her. Slowly, she shook her head while still trying to take more of him in and I wanted to say something, to tell him to stop. But then, there was no warning as he plunged past her resistance. Giving her no time to adjust, he fisted the hair at the back of her head, pushing down and forcing her to take every inch of him all the way to the hilt. I could hear Zena gag. Nostrils flared to breathe, tears leaked down her cheek and spit dribbled down the side of her mouth.
“Stop gagging and start sucking, girl,” he growled, withdrawing and lunging back in just as quickly. “Show me what this dirty fucking mouth can do other than curse me.”
And before I could gauge the meaning behind his words, he cupped her jaw, fingers pressing into her skin. The knuckles of his other hand, turning white from gripping her hair tight as he began to fuck her mouth, harder and faster. I knew he hit the back of her throat. I could see it swell with each rigid thrust. This was so fucking wrong. He was hurting her. Yet I couldn’t stop the way my heart raced and my balls tingled. Fuck, it was insane, and I could do nothing to stop him. I now understood what deep throating a woman meant.
And as cruel as the act appeared, when I looked down at my cock, I was ashamed to see I was fucking turned on. My cock the hardest it had ever been and painfully eager for release. Without thinking, I fisted my dick, pumping in quick short strokes, unconsciously matching his rhythm as his pace picked up, telling me he was close. Between her gagging, groans and her tears, I worried Zena was hurting, but when she cupped her breast, pinching the nipple through her t-shirt, my body heated and I stopped moving my hand for just a beat, unable to tear my eyes away from their aggressive act.
I stroked my cock again and just when my release hovered over the edge, Lorenzo turned and looked me in the eye. Realization dawned. He wanted me to lose control. He wanted me vulnerable and under his mercy. He wanted to control me. As though he read my thoughts, his smile was slow and against my wishes a tingle slid up my spine, making me harder and I unconsciously pumped faster. A groan ripped from his chest, a low, guttural growl echoing through my body, pulling me down with him as he climaxed, shooting his load into her mouth with sharp snaps of his hips.
“Suck every last drop of my cum, Zena,” he warned. Those words sent me over the edge and my orgasm sprinted down my spine, squeezing my balls. My lids closed. “Eyes on me when you come, Rayden.” My eyes shot open on the command, clashing with his and I came hard and heavy, white ribbons of cum streaking my black t-shirt as my cock jerked in a mind-blowing release, like no other.
Lorenzo sucked air through his teeth, and I wasn’t sure if his loud moan was for me or Zena curling her tongue around his head, milking him for every drop of his cum. Either way, his gaze was still locked with mine, his smile almost devilish. Then he broke the connection by stuffing his cock into his pants.
“Go get cleaned up,” he told Zena.
As she stood, I caught sight of her face. Red eyes shadowed by mascara-streaked cheeks stared back at me. Her lips, pink, swollen, and edged by dangling spit, widened in a hesitant smile. It was only then did I realize I hated what he’d done to her, what he’d done to me. He’d humiliated the both of us but her more so, because she’d gotten nothing out of this. I felt like shit for being part of it, for my intense orgasm. It wasn’t fair. He was a bastard. I was a bastard.
As she walked away, I stood to follow. I was at the door when Lorenzo stopped me. “Rayden.”
I turned and our gazes locked. Neither of us said a word. I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but I figured that maybe it was my mixed expression of anger and regret that had him stumped. Slowly, I rotated, waiting for that bark to stop me. He didn’t. I walked out, scrunching my eyes against the irritation flooding my body. Zena was mine and he’d taken her from me.
