Page 86 of Little Psycho

With one last deep breath, I dip my head back down, taking him between my lips until his cock is half down my throat, pushing him over the final edge, feeling him tense beneath me, every muscle clenching as he spills his cum into my eager mouth.

The tension breaks a little, and for a second, I allow myself a triumphant grin before looking up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.As reality settles back in, I can see the true conflict swirling in his eyes.This would be the turning point; lines crossed blurred and boundaries pushed beyond their means.We might just be teetering on the edge of something much larger than either of us want to admit.

He shifts, reclaiming control of the wheel, determination setting his jaw as he accelerates even more, chasing the finish line while our electric connection buzzes in the silence.

“I’ve got one fucking rule, Killian,” I admit, control and obsession lacing my voice.

“And what’s that?”

“If you don’t want me fucking anyone but the three of you, then I better not find out that you’re fucking anyone else either.And I’m not fucking around.”

“Fine, I can do that.But you might want to give Ash and Dom the same talk, because I'm not the only one with a little side piece.”

As we cross the finish line with a deafening roar, I can’t help but look at him, a wild grin stretching across my face.He shoots me a look, a mix of exasperation and reluctant admiration.“Any time you want to suck my dick like that again, I’m fucking game.”

THIRTY-TWO

CONTROL

CIRCUS PSYCHO—DIGGY GRAVES

DOM

The alcohol has us in a heavy fog, the bright neon lights flickering in our sight with a buzzing that pierces our ears.The four of us sit here, high, drunk, fucked up beyond belief, not saying a word because we have no idea what to say.

Calista sits between me and Ash, while Killian sits in the recliner, staring at her with something heavy on his mind.He grasps a 40 in his hand while a blunt is settled between his lips, smoke swirling into the air and adding to the layer of fog floating around the living room.

Needles, pipes, and rolled-up dollar bills are scattered across the coffee table, along with any remnants of the white and brown powders we’ve been putting in our bodies all night.With another race win, we celebrated hard and have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Calista gets to her feet, swaying, trying to regain her footing by putting her hands on the tops of me and Ash’s heads.

“You alright?”I ask, my voice raspy due to the influx of heroin rushing through me.

“Yeah, greeaaat,” she laughs, dragging out the word as she literally shakes her body to try and wake herself up.

Her eyes, dark, mysterious, and heavily glazed over, pierce into mine, sending a silent message of something I can’t quite decipher.But fuck, I try real fucking hard to figure it out before she stumbles off toward the patio—but no fucking luck.

“I need some air.Anyone want to join me?”She asks without looking behind her, swaying her hips so her firm ass bounces in the tight little shorts she’s wearing.

“Yeah, be right out,” Ash says, completely hypnotized by her seductive movements, just like Killian and I.

As soon as the sliding door opens and she steps out onto the porch, leaving it open for us, I turn to the guys and lean in, lowering my voice.“I’m fucking tempted to go out there and bend her ass over the railing.”I wink, rubbing my palm over the growing bulge in my pants.

Ash and Killian laugh, their eyes heavy with desire, clearly with the same thing on their minds.But we’re all holding our breath, anticipating a call from our fathers, who usually like to ruin the mood with a little more torment of their own.

“You ever going to tell us what happened the other night with you two?”Kill asks Ash, still curious about his and Calista’s secret night out that neither of them want to talk about.

Ash shakes his head, firm on not speaking about it.But the look of turmoil in his eyes lets us know that whatever happened fucked with him pretty hard.

“We just went out and paid Marcus a visit.That’s it.”He puffs on his cigarette, breaking down another pill to sniff with the single line of coke on the table.

“The same Marcus she admitted to killing?Did you help her, Ash?”I ask nervously, feeling my hands sweat with anticipation.

He looks at me and says, “Of course I fucking helped her.I had a part in killing that motherfucker too, and I don’t regret a single fucking thing,” he says flatly before sniffing the fat line in one go.

My jaw doesn’t drop.I had a feeling he helped her, so I’m not as shocked as Killian, who looks like he saw a fucking ghost.

“You what?You killed him?”He sputters, trying to shake the high out of his mind so he can focus.

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