Page 24 of Malicious Desires

“You’re an arsehole, Montserrat.”

I want to say something snide in response, about just having my finger and tongue in his arsehole but I refrain, instead I stare at his perky arse still jutted out towards me as I unbutton my jeans and shove them and my boxers down to my ankles.

I tug on his hair, yanking him back against my chest. “Open your legs, pretty boy.”

He grunts, “Can’t.”

“Just fucking do it, Capullo, or I’ll rip your sweats in two as well.”

He stretches his legs apart more, the sound of the fabric of his sweats tearing apart makes a whimper escape his lips.

I take his cut jaw in my grip and tip his head back for a kiss. “Sorry, not sorry pretty boy.”

“Arsehole,” he spits at me.

“Haha, you love me, Jasp,” I tease.

“No, I hate you.”

“Yeah, mutual pretty boy, but you love being dirty for me,” I taunt him, bumping my pelvis against his back, my dick slipping between his thighs. The tip of my dick only just pokes out under his, and I slowly start thrusting, each back and forth grazing along his balls and taint.

“Oh god, fuck, Reece,” he calls out, biting down on his lips to hold in his moans. I kiss him, still thrusting and increasing the pace as I fuck his mouth with my tongue, biting down on his lips to draw blood.

Against his puffy, red, kiss swollen lips, I taunt, “Don’t you ever hide your moans, pretty boy.”

I reach down and grab his dick in my fist, stroking him in time with fucking his thighs.

“More, Reece, please make me come,” he begs. I tease his slit with my fingertip, using his precum as lube, stroking him harder.

“You wanna come, pretty boy?”

“Yes, yes, Reece!” he responds huskily, pushing back so my dick slides down his and I’m able to grab both of our dicks in my hand and stroke us together.

“Am I the only one who can make you come, Capullo?”

“Yes! Reece!,” he bellows, letting go and spilling ropes of come all over the headstone. He’s trembling, riding out his release as I follow, my dick jerking up and covering his with my come. Stepping back I shove him away.

And he turns around, stumbling on the pile of clothes at his feet. He’s whimpering, tears stinging his eyes. My heart thumps in my chest. That felt so fucking good, and I know he enjoyed it as much as I did, so why the fucker is crying is beyond me. I watch him pull up his ripped undies and sweats, laughing as I do the same.

I’m fucked.

Chapter 15

Jasper

Letting out a whimper as Reece lets me go, I sniff back the tears stinging my eyes. Reece is laughing as I pull up my ripped clothing, upset that it barely covers my body, and upset that Reece is being so callous.

I’m appalled with myself for letting Reece do that–causing me to sin–in a sacred place. And I’m appalled with myself for giving into Reece again, for letting him use my body in a salacious way. It felt incredible, so pleasurable but it was a great sin.

I run off, leaving Reece at the gravesite laughing. My feet pound the pavement, leading me straight to the door of the only person I can speak to about such things.

She opens the door almost immediately upon my knock and seeing me on her doorstep crying she gapes in shock, asking, “Jasp, what happened?”

I step across the threshold, follow her to the bedroom and sit down on the bed next to her. She doesn’t say anything, just rubs a hand up my bare arm.

“Nanc,” I sob, sniffing back the tears again, and wiping my arm over my face. “I…I hate myself,” I stammer, glancing down at my crotch and the ripped seam of my sweats.

“Why?” she questions me, her voice soft but probing.

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