Page 4 of Inevitable Destruction

‘Goddamnit.” I smack my hands against the wall of the shower in front of me. The sting radiates through my palms and up my arms, but it’s not enough. He’s still right. Fucking. There.

“You look tense.” Seth’s soft timbre washes over me as his small hands wrap around my waist and rest on my lower stomach. His fingers trace my abs and pelvis as he presses the side of his face to my shoulder blades.

His fingers trail lower until they brush against my hardening length. My hand shoots down and grabs his wrist tight enough that I can feel the small bones grinding between my fingers. He whimpers at the pain I’m sure is radiating through his arm and tries to pull his hand away, but I only squeeze harder as I stare blankly at the wall in front of me.

“Rhett.” His voice echoes around me. I vaguely register it as flashes of black hair and black stone swarm my vision, pulling me in, impossibly fucking deep…

“Rhett, baby.” A sharp sting in my shoulder has me spinning around so fast, I almost slip on the slick floor beneath me. I shove my arm against his throat and press him back against the opposite wall.

My gaze locks on Seth’s round, frightened eyes, and when it finally clicks, I back up, dropping my arm from his throat. He coughs haggardly, bending slightly while rubbing his hand back and forth over his throat.

The water hammers across my back as I stare at Seth’s hunched over body, clueless as to what the fuck happened. “What the hell was that?” he croaks, and a spike of guilt creeps in at the sound of his voice.

“Don’t touch me without my permission,” I bite out, deflecting.

“You’ve never acted that way at me touching you before.” He’s right. I haven’t. I’ve never given two fucks before, but just now, something inside of me splintered. I didn’t realize who he was, my mind so far away—on fucking Dominik. On my Pops.

“Fuck,” I grate. I feel the familiar grind of my teeth and the deep ache already forming in my jaw.

“What’s going on with you?” Seth stupidly enough steps up to me again and hesitantly wraps his arms around my waist once more. I can feel his uncertainty in his touch and, feeling marginally guilty, I bring my stiff arms to his, running my fingers over his forearms. The water makes it easy to trace his skin without any resistance.

He shivers and presses his smaller frame against mine, pressing his cheek to my chest. The water cascades down my shoulders, to my chest, and across his face, but he doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest.

In fact, he seems rather content, and I can’t help the smugness clouding over the guilt. I have this boy wrapped around my fucking pinky.

Speaking of my pinky…

I trail my fingers down his hips and around to the base of his spine. I drag my palm down his round ass and grip his cheek tightly. He mewls against me, the sound vibrating through my sternum.

I smirk at the sound and with my other hand, run my fingers down his crack, stopping when I reach his entrance. I rub his hole with my pinky in small, teasing circles. Enough to have him writhing against me, practically humping my leg.

“That’s it, baby; ride my leg. I want to watch you come all over me.”

Seth shivers and kicks up his pace, grinding his twitching erection against my upper thigh. He shifts lower then grinds back up, finding what feels best. All the while, I circle his hole with two of my fingers, pressing against him but not quite breaching. That is, until I barely press the tip of my pinky inside of him.

He lets out a loud groan and shoves his ass back against my finger. His hole is twitching, so fucking ready to be stuffed full, but I quickly pull my fingers back, tsking him.

“I didn’t say you could have my fingers. Wouldn’t you much rather have my cock deep inside you? It can get much deeper than my fucking fingers,” I growl, and Seth whimpers a quiet, “yes, daddy.”

“Good. Now do what I fucking told you and paint your cum all the fuck over me.” I shove my hand between us and wrap my ring covered fingers around his dick. It only takes him three short, hard tugs to explode.

Hot ropes of cum paint my hand and hip as he thrusts into my fist. “Your rings feel so good…”

“I know.” I pinch his head between two of my fingers, and he jerks away from me, a shudder wracking through him. My eyes flit down his body, and with my hand not covered in his release, I brush my wet hair back from my eyes.

His chest is heaving as he sucks in breath after breath. His light brown eyes meet mine, and a meek smile pulls at his lips as he looks up through his wet lashes.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall, arch your back.” My tone leaves no room for argument, but he wouldn’t oppose anyway. He does exactly as I say without a word, and when his ass is sticking out beautifully, brushing against my hard dick, I bring my hand down across his wet skin. The loud slap reverberates through the small shower, and he yelps, arching away from me.

“What do you say?” I grind out.

“Please, daddy,” he sighs, relaxing once more.

“Good boy.” I slide my hand across the globe of his ass before shifting us out of the stream of water. I bring my cum covered hand to his crack and smear it along every inch, lathering him in his own release.

“I’m going to fuck you until neither one of us can see straight.” I slip a finger inside of him before pulling out and pushing more of his cum inside of him until he’s as slick on the inside as he is on the outside. “If my cum can’t be inside of you, yours is the next best thing.”

“Uh huh,” he whimpers as I shove deep and curl both of my fingers. They bump against his prostate, and I rub my fingers against it until he’s writhing and shaking. His feet slip so I pull my fingers out and readjust him, putting my feet on the outside of his, the movement forcing my cock to rest right between his cheeks.

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