Page 36 of Unforgivable

He undid his belt and zipper with deft fingers, shoving down his pants and boxers in one go. His cock sprang free and bobbed at my eye level, red and swollen. My breath caught as I got my first look at him and saliva flooded my mouth. In my shameful fantasies, I had imagined what he'd look like and the reality was so much better. His cock wasn't super thick, but long, cut and perfectly shaped. What had me practically panting was the glint of a silver ball sitting in the middle of the mushroom head and another appearing just below its ridge.

Holy penis piercing, Batman! That's just great. Drool a little more, Rhys. That's certainly attractive.

I swallowed roughly as Cal stroked his dick slowly in front of my face, bringing the tip to my lips and painting them with precum. My tongue darted out involuntarily and the lightly salty taste had my own erection throbbing in response. I vaguely registered that we were in a public place yet again with terrified people running around not far from us, but there was not a care left to find in me. That small taste had me dying for more.

Cal fisted my hair to hold me in place before thrusting his cock into my mouth forcefully. I choked and spasmed around his iron length as he speared it into my throat, triggering my gag reflex. It was punishing and brutal. I did my best to breathe through it, but my eyes watered and I instinctively dug my nails into his thighs in warning. It did nothing to stop him as he withdrew the tiniest bit and then shoved back into my throat even deeper than before.

I fought against my body's natural reaction to panic and forced myself to relax, loosening my grip on his legs as my head grew fuzzy.Instantly, he pulled back and his dick fell from my lips. I coughed and gasped for air, looking up at him through watery eyes.

“There you go, Sweetness,” Cal's raspy voice crooned. “Relax for me while I fuck that silky throat of yours.”

His words stoked a dangerous fire in me and I felt myself leaking in my boxers. His dick breached my lips again, but this time I sucked him down eagerly, all thoughts of being angry with him fleeing my mind. I ran my tongue around the barbell nestled on top that made him groan loudly. I pulled him deeper into my mouth, sucking hard as my cheeks hollowed out. I wasn't an expert by any means and it had been a long time since I'd blown a guy, but his tightened grasp on my hair and his gravelly curses proved he liked what I was doing to him.

I gained confidence and devoured his cock, moaning as I was fed little pulses of precum every time I swallowed or licked a certain way. Hints of his taste were driving me crazy and making my dick grow even harder. I was seconds away from begging him to touch me, taste me, make me come.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good. You're such a slut for my cock, aren't you? You look so perfect on your knees for me,” Cal growled above me, hands threaded through my hair to hold me right where he wanted me. “Want me to feed you my cum, Rhys?”

I moaned in response, peering up at him with desperate eyes. His dirty mouth had me feral for him in a way I'd never experienced before. I was lost in sensation and need. I was his to use, his to play with, his to own.

I doubled down on my efforts. Wet slurping sounds mingled with his gasps and moans in a filthy melody that rang in my ears. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, his precum getting thicker as I drove him toward his release. I felt powerful, bringing this intense man such fierce pleasure. I wanted to be the one to plunge him over the cliff and watch him fall.

His groans escalated and his hips drove forward, pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace. All I could do was hold on and ride it out with him.

“Oh, goddamn, that's perfect. I'm close…suck it out of me, Sweetness. Get me there,” Cal commanded, sexy and rough.

I was on fire, my own hips canting forward in search of friction for my dripping cock. I was a mess of tears, snot and helpless sounds as Cal fucked my face with unmatched ferocity. No one in their rightmind should have gotten off on the things Cal was doing to my body, but the sad truth was I couldn't get enough of it. I was scared of getting caught, overwhelmed by his actions, and dreading the unavoidable crash.

And I couldn't have been harder.

“Oh shit…” Cal cursed. His movements stuttered and he ripped his length away from me, his fist flying over it as he chased his release. A whine escaped me when I realized he wasn't going to come in my mouth, but just then he let out a ragged shout as his climax hit him.

Ropes of hot, thick cum landed on my cheeks, streaking across my lips and face as he painted me with his orgasm. My eyes fluttered, feeling the warmth of his release on my skin and subtly wishing it would soak in and mark me.

It was toxic and crazy of me to want that, but I did. I wanted to be marked as his. I'd take every punishment he could inflict at that moment if it meant he'd keep me.

Just as quick as that thought floated to the surface, Cal ripped off his mask and stared down at my ruined face. He was breathing hard, hair sweaty and plastered to his forehead, and his eyes held an unmistakable hunger. I was in a trance, held hostage by his magnetic gaze with no desire to be freed. In that moment, I was completely his.

But that wasn't the reality. He blinked and I could almost see the wall slam down, a far more insidious mask sliding into place to cover up who he really was. My heart sank and a shudder wracked my body while he looked down at me as if I was insignificant…as if I was nothing.

“I didn't think you had it in you, Sweetness, but that was an A plus job. And they say virgin mouths aren't worth the time,” Cal mocked, a snide smirk tugging at his full lips. Words failed me as I struggled with the shame that drowned me. I had known this would eventually happen, but I had let lust and desire compel me to give him everything he had wanted without a fight.

“Why?” I finally croaked out, fighting to hold eye contact with him to show him in even the smallest way that he hadn't broken me.

“I told you we'd go back to the hard way until you give me what I need, and I'm nothing if not a man of my word,” he said. “I've gotta say, cum is a particularly good look on you, Evans. You should wear it more often.”

My face heated and I forced down a growl at his crude comment. “What about me?” I asked defiantly, lifting my chin and fighting the urge to wipe away the evidence of his cruelty.

“What about you?” Cal asked in a bored tone, though I could see the heat in his eyes from earlier still simmering under the surface.

“You're just going to leave me on edge like this? Or are you finally getting performance anxiety?” I bravely smirked.

“Your right hand is as good as any. I've gotten you off twice already. Don't get greedy on me, Rhys.” His eyes were cold and detached, and my stomach clenched painfully. This wasn't the Cal I had started to uncover. This was just Hawk, hateful and malicious. I attempted to climb to my feet, but his hand latched onto my shoulder and held me down.

“What now? What more could you possibly want from me?” I bit out, my patience gone and tears threatening to spill over.

Cal's face flashed with something that looked suspiciously like guilt, but I knew it had to be wishful thinking on my end. “I want you to call my coach. I want you to fix this shitstorm you caused me. You want me gone? That's the price,” he scowled down at me. Without another word, he tugged his hockey mask back down and disappeared around the corner, leaving me kneeling with his cum drying on my face.

I had initially relaxed when I figured out it was Cal who had grabbed me, feeling safe knowing it was him. But I wasn't.

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