Page 236 of Forbidden Lessons

Gone are his sweatpants.

His cock bobs thick and heavy in his lap, hard as a fucking rock. And as if desperate to prove itself, my own cock begins to stir.

“Gang bang, huh?” Rooke says, mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Were you there?”

I flick hair out of my eyes with a snap of my neck, force my eyes back to Haven, pushing two fingers into her pussy and fucking her hard enough to make her gasp into the pillow.

“No. But my brother was.”

Now she’s crying. Big, heaving, wretched sobs that wrack her body.

“And you weren’t invited?” Bastian murmurs.

I shove my sweat pants down, stare at my cock as I grab it in a hand and start stroking. It’s getting there, but it’s barely a semi. I pick up the lube and squirt some over, stalling, acting like I know what the fuck I’m doing.

“She was done with me by then.”

Rooke puts his hand over mine, the one I’m using to get my dick hard enough so I can fuck Haven.

I stop, my breath catching in my throat.

“I don’t think so,” he whispers, turning to me, as he forces me to give my cock a slow stroke.

“I think…” His lips brush my ear.

Another slow stroke, and fuck, I can’t be getting this turned on right now, it has to be the coke, right? I’m not gay. Never in my fucking life have I looked at a guy and thought of fucking him.

Then again…I’ve never looked at another girl except Haven and thought that either.

“What are you doing?” The words tremble out of my mouth.

“I think your brother’s lying,” Rooke says, his sinister words followed by another slow pump of my cock.

He touches his lips to my temple. To the top of my cheekbone. To the edge of my jaw.

Every light touch synced with a hard stroke on my slowly growing cock.

“This girl’s as innocent as you are,” he says, his breath on my lips.

I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but when they pop open, I lean back so I can stare him right in the fucking eyes.

“Ezra’s gay, Kai.” Rooke drags both our hands off my dick, and then slowly, so fucking nefariously, wraps his fingers around my shaft.

“You’re lying.” I spit the words out, but they’re barely a whisper. Search his face for confirmation, but I don’t find it.

He shakes his head, starts working my dick like he knows it better than I do. And I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, struggling to keep myself in check, struggling to understand what he’s telling me.

“He was good. Much more experienced than you are. With other guys.”

His mouth is by my ear again. And he licks me, slow and soft, leaving an aching trail in his wake.

“You’re. Lying!”

My breath catches, and it sounds like a sob, because Jesus, it feels like I’m going to come, but I’m not getting there, it’s just hovering out of reach, building until I’m ready to explode.

“He begged me to hurt him,” Rooke whispers. “Just like his daddy used to.”

Chapter 74

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