Page 104 of Sick Bargain

My lips open, and I fucking hate it. His hips shift forward, and my hand digs in to hold him back, but not before the head of his cock presses against my parted lips. He gyrates, sliding the slick tip around the outside of my mouth, coating my lips in precum until my tongue naturally wants to lick it away. I lick my lips and his dick in the process, and then I do it again because he tastes like cravings. Hot embarrassment turns to heated need.

“Open,” he whispers.

I watch him and open. Remiel slides his cock along my tongue, but not too far. He pulls out and then does it again until I’m leaning forward on my own, taking him a little further each time. When his cock hits the back of my tongue, I gag, and a moment of bemused regret consumes me.

I never gave him the grace he’s giving me the night I abused his throat over a dead girl’s body. I should be sorry about it.

I’m not.

When I’m taking most of his cock and his shaft is slick with spit, he holds my hair tighter and uses it to rock into my mouth at a faster pace.

“You were practicing, weren’t you?” he asks, voice raspier. “That night you drugged me.”

Fuck him. I bite down and he yelps. A laugh follows.

“Jesus. Why are you so sensitive about it? Who cares if you’d never been with a guy before and needed to practice?”

Fuck him again. I spit his dick out and turn him around. Forcefully, I bend him over until his hands brace on the rock. I can’t fucking bear for him to look at me right now. “Can’t keep your fucking mouth shut while I’m trying to be good to you, Remiel?” I spread his ass cheeks and shove my face between them.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans.

I lick at his rim and shove my tongue into his hole, desperate to open him up and claim him. His ass rocks back in time with my tongue, and his balls hang heavy between his legs. My tongue roams, feeling every part of him, the way his ass flutters, twitching to be filled. Sliding my tongue inside him, I feel my own cock pulse, loving the way it feels to consume him in a new way. Remiel moans like the men in the videos I studied, so I do it again. And again. But I need to see his flesh and all my marks on it. Standing, I rip his sweater and t-shirt over his head and toss it to the ground, admiring the way his spine straightens when I grab hold of him again.

“I care,” I answer his question, shoving my fingers into his mouth so he can’t speak. “Because it wasn’t just sex with a guy. It was sex in general.”

He mumbles around my fingers, but I shove them in hard enough to make him gag and splutter so he can’t talk back. Whenthey’re nice and slick, I pull them free and bend him forward again. I press them to his hole, easing one inside.

“You were a virgin?”

I slam my hand over his mouth. “Stop asking questions, Remiel.” I spit on his ass and watch it roll down to my fingers. Pushing it inside of him, I ease him open and debate how many honest answers I want to give him. “No. I wasn’t a virgin. But you were the first?—”

“First what?” he asks, pulling my hand away from his mouth. “Don’t hide from me, Krypt. You’ve literally seen me piss myself and cry with your cock down my throat.”

I spit on his hole again, adding a third finger. Is three too many? The videos showed three, but my cock is thicker than three. “You were the third time I’d had sex. Ever. I didn’t enjoy the first two times. No more questions.”

Remiel, brave tonight, forces me back so he can turn around. My hand slips free, and his eyes meet mine. So do all his scars and tattoos.

Sick. Shatter. Krypt.

Fuck, he’s stunning.

“The third time?”

Don’t fucking look at me!“What’d I just say about questions?” I snarl at him, wrapping my fingers around his throat and pushing him down onto his back. He cries at the impact and winces at the rough stone digging into his back, but he never looks away from me. “I hated sex. Never wanted to have it. Until you. Fucking happy?”

“Yes,” he rasps. “Only me. Never anyone else!” he shouts.

“Possessive?”

“Yes,” he seethes. “I don’t care if you fucking finger me while I’m drugged or rape me because you can’t help yourself, so long as it’s me.”

Pathetic. I love it. I spread his knees with my hips, and Remiel pulls them back on his own. “So desperate, Remiel.”

“So what? You made me this way!” he screams, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. “You turned me into this vile, pathetic man who craves deprivation and wants to be abused. What the fuck is wrong with me? What did you do to me?”

“Exactly what I wanted.” I spit on my hand and rub it into my cock. His glistening hole isn’t wet enough, so I spit there, too, wishing there was lube. Craving his blood even more. “Remember how you loved to point fingers at me, Remiel? You blamed me for everything, and sure, I’ll take it, but look at you now. Who’s the sick one?”

“I am.”

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