Page 8 of Ravager

“You had many boyfriends? Girls with a penchant for pegging?”

“What?” I tried to turn, my buzz dulling a little, but then he drove that finger inside me, and everything rushed back in a haze of heat.

“Shh,” he soothed, fucking his finger in and out of me. “Let me get you ready.”

Five

Cole

Kissing him was insanity, it was soul-destroying in the most ass handing way. How had I not done this all these years?

I’d never kissed another man before tonight, never touched one in a sexual manner at all. I’d had threesomes with my twin brother, but they were strictly with a woman and hard boundaries between us. About dominance rather than anything else. I enjoyed it, but it was nothing compared to having Avery beneath me, begging for more.

This, this was fucking incredible. I’d been waiting so long. And now I had him spread out, writhing and whining as I touched him just right. If he knew the identity of who he was throwing it back for…

My face paint smeared with every lick and kiss. He might find out. And never look at me again. I pushed that painful thought away and focused, driving my finger in and out ofhis gorgeous hole while he moaned and thrusted, meeting my movements with his own, unashamed.

“More,” he begged. “Give me more.”

I obliged, spitting on his skin again before working another finger into him. I wanted it to hurt a little, to punish for resisting me for so long. He wasn’t a virgin here, that was obvious from all the conversations I’d overheard, the laughter about his conquests, the teasing between friends when he came home the next morning. He could take it.

I laughed in my head, it was me with no experience in this room. Cocks and balls in my face, my mouth, all new to me. But his, I wanted his. All of him. Every inch. I wanted to suck his toes, lick his armpits, nibble at those damned plush lips until he gasped and begged for relief.

Tonight would have to be enough. He didn’t want me. Not the Cole he knew. The one he despised on sight, and refused to shift his opinion of.

When he took two fingers and pleaded for more, I stroked down his spine, leaning over his body to lay kisses on his shoulder blades, and pushed in a third. He shivered and groaned, shoving back on me.

“Oh my god,” he cried out. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Zelda’s going to get a good fucking show…”

I snorted a laugh, thinking of her expression if I didn’t reach the footage first. I doubted anyone was watchinglive though. They’d be in by now to stop this. But I was mindful of needing to delete it all before Zelda, or my dad, saw anything. This side of Avery belonged to me only.

I’d been following my bastard father into sex clubs from as soon as I’d grown old enough to, and he fast stopped trying to prevent it, and now he had his own. We existed as father and son in a way most wouldn’t approve of, and I knew he didn’t like that side of himself anymore. He was changing for his youngest son, but it was too late for his adult twins. He’d fucked us up good and proper already.

“Three enough? Want to go for four or shall I fuck you now?” I asked, returning my attention to the beautiful man writhing for me.

“Cock, please,” Avery gasped, slamming his hips back so my entire body jolted with each thrust. Jesus christ, I couldn’t wait to feel him around my cock, hot and squeezing.

But first, I grabbed him by his hair, turning his face to the side and moving so my dick rested against his lips. “Get me wet.”

His eyes were ablaze, looking up at me as he slid his plush lips over the head of my cock. I had to take a deep breath to prevent coming on the spot at the sight I’d always craved. Fat blow job lips, wet and warm, sucking me deeper than I expected.

“Woah,” I soothed, holding him off me, not wanting him to choke on it yet. “Easy, beautiful. Take your time.”

“We don’t have much time,” he said, words muffled as he kept me on his tongue.

That’s right, an hour in this room was what I’d paid for. The chase, and an hour. We must be at least halfway through now, if not more.

“Get me wet,” I repeated, anxious to push inside him before the clock ran down. This time, I let him work that thick spit from the back of his throat over me, let him drool and slobber until my cock dripped with saliva.

When I got close to coming, my balls and stomach squeezing, I yanked myself away and grinned when he chased with his needy mouth. He looked fucked already, wanton and overused. Perfect, so perfect. Everything about him. Fuck. This man. How had this man burrowed so deep under my skin? With his messy curls and big eyes, those lips, the way he helped raise my baby brother… before then even, from the first moment I saw him, glaring at me at Zelda’s drunken side when I sidled up to antagonize her.

Avery. Angel.

“On your back, I want to look at you,” I told him, while tugging my hoodie up to throw my face into further shadow. The skull paint had no doubt smeared, it was allover his chin and his cheeks. If he recognized me, he would hate me for good.

No redemption.

He moved without protest, landing on his back and holding his knees up by his shoulders right away, spreading himself wide for me. His wet, pink asshole glimmered for me, and I allowed myself a leisurely lick of his rim before looming over him again.

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