Page 5 of The Club

He definitely knows how to suck a cock. His cheeks hollow as he pulls back to the tip, his tongue playing with me the whole time, flicking against the underside, sucking at my slit. For a moment, I just ride the waves of pleasure, then I start fucking his mouth.

I put my hands on his head and pump hard, hitting the back of his throat. He grips my thighs, moaning as I brutalize him with punishing thrusts.

He angles himself to let me deeper into his throat like he wants me there. Tears are streaming from his eyes, blending with the water.

I once blindfolded a man and had him suck me, but it was nothing like this. Rafael looks beautifully filthy with his lips stretched around my cock. He can’t help choking as my dickpushes into his throat, but he takes nearly all of my brutal length.

“You like that, bitch?” I snarl, pounding harder, wanting to get those last inches inside him.

He can’t answer, of course, and I’m sure I’m hurting him, but he doesn’t show it. Then his hand cups my heavy, aching balls, and I fucking lose it.

I grunt and snarl as I fuck his mouth. My anger flares to rage as my body tightens. Rafael is moaning and choking on my cock. My hips snap forward as I explode down his throat. Rafael swallows the hot spurts of cum as my cock pulses inside his throat.

I want to keep holding his face against me, but his hands are pushing against my thighs. He’s starting to shake.

When I reluctantly pull out, still half hard, Rafael chokes in air. Coughing, he pitches forward. I still have hold of his hair, so I force his head down. It has me leaning over him, gazing past the tattoos on his back, a continuation of the geometric pattern blended with thorns and roses and other shit, all the way to the firm, round globes of his ass. When I slap him there, his body jerks, twisting enough that I spot the end of the plug inside him. I can’t hear it over the shower, but I can see its vibration.

It’s so fucking hot that I slap him again—and he comes. He’s not touching his cock. His hands are splayed on the tiles. But his body convulses as his cock shoots out creamy strands that swirl with the water.

He’s still spasming when I let him go. I rinse off quickly then step over him. He gets onto his knees, settling on his heels. Water streams over him, running down his body to his plump cock.

He still doesn’t say a word. He simply watches me as I dry off then wrap a towel around my waist. I leave.

Five minutes later, I’m finishing getting dressed when Rafael walks out of the shower, his towel around his waist.

I watch from the corner of my eye as he goes to his locker. We’re not the only ones in here, but he doesn’t seem to care. He drops his towel and bends over to put on his underwear, flashing the base of the plug still stuffed inside him.

My cock stirs to life again. My anger rekindles too. Why is he showing that to everyone?

He tugs on a pair of dark gray briefs. I snag my bag. On my way to the door, I detour toward him. He’s got his pants on but not yet zipped.

I clamp a hand on his shoulder and push down. He yields to me, sitting on the bench with a thump. He grunts as the impact jars the plug inside him.

I look down, first admiring the bulge of his covered cock in the opening of his pants. Then I take in his face, remembering those pretty lips stretched around my dick.

I know I have to kill him, but maybe not just yet.

THREE

Rafael

Noah’s eyes narrow as I settle into the chair across from him on the café patio. The collar of my tan leather jacket is high enough that nobody but him would notice the bruising around my throat. Just wait until he hears my voice.

Even though the patio is partially enclosed and kept somewhat warm by propane heaters, the November air is chilly enough that only Noah and a few other people think that being out here is pleasant. I certainly don’t. At least the cold gives me an excuse to be bouncing my knee.

“I ordered for you,” Noah says.

I nod and glance across the street, looking for Dominic. It was mere luck that I spotted him at the gym yesterday. I happened to look toward the treadmills as he was leaving. The two times I’ve seen him since then, I think he wanted me to.

If he’s trying to intimidate me, he’s going about it all wrong. I fucking love the attention.

I also loved how he shoved his cock down my throat.

I didn’t know how he’d react to me walking in on him. I didn’t actually have a plan. But knowing he was naked nearby, I just couldn’t resist stuffing that plug in my ass, picking the lock, and finding out exactly what he looks like under his expensive clothes.

He did not disappoint.

His body is all lean power, and his cock is brutal. I’ve never taken someone that size down my throat.

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