Page 50 of The Truths We Burn

The power in his hold rattles me to my core. There is so much severity in him right now that I know he isn’t joking. I’ve asked him to do the one thing a man like him hates to do: share with a guy he hates, greedily hiding him in the shadows so that I could keep what we had just a little longer. I know it’s wrong, but is it really that bad? Am I really the bad guy here for wanting to have one thing for myself?

I can’t keep doing this to him. I can’t keep lying.

But I don’t want to lose him either.

So that leaves only one option.

The truth.

“Rook, I—”

Rambunctious laughter and voices burst into the bathroom, followed by the door exploding open. It dings against the wall behind it, but the group of men who just tumbled inside don’t even care.

“East, that brunette little thing that’s eyeing you out there is a solid fuck. Had her in between my sheets a few nights ago.”

“I’ll pass on your sloppy seconds, D. I’m capable of snagging my own pussy.”

I’m thankful for the pressure Rook is putting on my back, or else my knees would’ve buckled. This is not how I wanted this conversation to go with him, and the last thing I want is Easton finding us and telling him before I can explain.

“It seems we have company, TG,” Rooks mutters in my ear, the plastic of the mask biting into the flesh of my cheek. “How about you put on a show for them like you did me earlier, hmm?”

My body melts a little when I feel him grind into my backside, feeling his hardened length behind the fabric of our clothing. A gnawing in my stomach starts abruptly, resulting in a pulse beginning between my thighs.

My dress rides up some, enough to expose the back of my legs. I shiver at the scratchy feeling of his jeans rubbing against me. I bite down on my bottom lip as his hands fall to my lower half.

“I want you to make it up to me, Sage. I want you to be my pretty little whore and get down on your knees,” he starts, building this fantasy for me to act out, one that has my nipples taut and core dripping. “And apologize for making me watch you and him. Make it up to me with your hot mouth.”

The grip on my waist tightens as he spins me smoothly so that I’m facing him. Behind me, I can hear them all laughing about someone not doing a line of coke correctly. Panic comes back, but not out of fear of Easton’s reaction of finding me—fear of losing Rook before I’ve gotten the chance to truly have him.

But Rook pulls me back into us, making everything else besides him disappear. He grabs my chin between his fingers, holding me there.

“On your knees, slut.” The mask makes it hard to see his expression, but his voice leaves no room for disagreement. I can practically see his eyes burning through the disguise. “And don’t get back up until I’m finished.”

I can’t tell him right now. I can’t break up with Easton right now either. But I can do this, and I want to make it up to him. I want to give him this.

So I do as I’m told.

I creep down in a squatting position, dropping to my knees one at a time, the cold tile stinging my skin. I keep my eyes up, staring at him through the mask because I know how much he loves it when I look at him while he fucks my mouth.

“Like this?” I ask innocently, licking my bottom lip, waiting for his answer as my palms run up his thighs.

My mouth waters eagerly. The challenge of making him feel good, the opportunity to receive his praise, makes my toes curl. I make quick work of his button and zipper, dipping my hand into his jeans.

Kneading his stiffened cock through his boxers, I tease both him and me. Touching it reminds me of what it feels like inside of me, stretching me out, massaging my walls until I’m left a puddle of bliss.

Chills rack my spine as I pull him free, and my body hums as I admire him. My tongue tests the waters, flicking against the vertical barbell jewelry that only adds to his sex appeal. The distinct veins swirling around his shaft throb as I take my time.

“Sage still not letting you smash?” I hear echoed outside.

“That uppity bitch has barely let me touch her.”

“Skank is probably screwing some other dude, man.”

Rook’s hand falls to my head, sneaking to the back of it to grab a chunk of my hair to hold on to. My skin is warm and tingling as I listen to them talk shit about me all the while I focus on pleasuring him.

Seductively and without moving my eyes from his glowing face, I spit onto the angry, red head, using my hand to smear my saliva up and down his length. I lube him all up so he slides down my throat smoothly.

“Maybe he’ll fuck the bitch out of her,” Easton jokes, making the guys around him cackle.

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