Page 133 of Inevitable Destruction

I press a smile into his flesh as his sticky essence coats my skin.

“Rhett.” He pants, writhing as I nip and suck at his flesh. My tongue flicks over his happy trail, following it down to the trimmed patch of hair at his groin. I lean down as much as my body will allow and shove my nose into it, inhaling as deeply as I can.

A groan rumbles from somewhere deep inside of me, igniting something insanely primal—carnal. My hands wrap around to Dominik’s ass as I lick along his length, sucking his head into my mouth. Precum douses my tongue as I suck him as hard as I can, digging my fingers into his cheeks and spreading them apart.

The cool night air dances over his bare flesh, arousing gooseflesh as I press my finger against his tight hole. I don’t breach his entrance, only applying pressure as I bob up and down on his length with fervor, the way he pulses on my tongue spurring me on.

He thrusts his hips into me, much slower than the speed of my mouth as I force his head to jam into the back of my throat. His fingers tug on my strands, almost massaging my scalp as I work him as close to the edge as I can.

I remove my finger and bring my hand around to his balls. I pull and tug at them, rolling them around between my fingers before swiping up some of the saliva dripping from my speared lips. My finger finds his hole again, only this time when Dominik feels the pressure, he thrusts his ass back, slipping most of his length from my mouth as he forces my finger inside of him.

A guttural groan spills from his lips at the same time he spurts down my throat, filling me with endless streams of his cum. I swallow greedily, relishing in the way he’s filling me in places that have been empty for too long. He pulls out of my mouth and drops to his knees on the concrete, officially dislodging my finger from his ass, and I bite back my grimace.

I open my mouth to protest, but he presses a kiss to my bare nipple, right over the ring there. I hiss as he flicks his tongue out, looking up at me through his lashes.

“Dominik, this isn’t good,” I tell him, my words coming out in pants. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I can’t have him like this. Not while we’re still so broken.

I can’t hurt him again.

He shakes his head but doesn’t answer. Instead moving his head lower, over my abdomen and steadily moving closer to my groin.

“Dominik.” I grip his hair and yank his head up, forcing him to look at me. He stares at me with dilated pupils and swollen lips coated in a thin layer of drying blood. The sight makes my cock twitch, pulsing with too much blood.

I can feel my resolve slipping—not that I had much to begin with.

“Please,” he begs. “Please give this to me. We can talk later, but I—” I don’t let him finish before I’m pulling him into my lap with my grip on his lovely, curly hair. He straddles me with his legs on either side, one up on the center console, body hunched over. We don’t exactly fit in the seat, but it’s more than enough.

Dominik grinds his bare ass over my jean-clad erection, and I hiss as the zipper bites into my flesh. I tug his mouth to mine, licking myself from his tongue, his cheeks, and he leans back to fumble with the button of my jeans.

While I eat his mouth and lips, trailing down to his neck and biting marks there, too, he manages to free my cock of its confines, yanking my jeans down just enough, and I lift my ass as he does to make it easier. My head bumps against his hole, sending shockwaves rippling through the both of us.

Nothing has ever felt as good as this, as him.

“Fuck, beauty boy. I missed you so fucking much. I’ve been dying without you. Everything’s been darker, riddled with pain.” The words fall from my lips in time with my tears as he rocks back and forth on my length.

My eyes trail up his defined abs, tracing the tattoo to his pecs before settling on his hollow collarbone. I watch his chest heave with his breaths before he soaks his hand in spit and reaches behind himself to prep his entrance.

I’m rapt at his confidence, in the way he’s taking control of his pleasure. I’ve never seen anything more alluring in my life.

I can tell the moment Dominik presses into himself. His hips falter, and his body stiffens before he settles down, taking his fingers deeper, stretching himself. My mouth dries as he fucks himself, wanton and desperate.

My fingers flex on his hips, my eyes locked on his cock as it swells between us with every swipe of his fingers. His eyes are closed, his mouth parted, giving me the tiniest glimpse of a blue tongue ring.

I lean up and shove my tongue into his mouth, needing to feel it again, taste him, be fucking ravaged by all he is.

Dominik rips his mouth from mine and leans back, exposing my cock between us. He tilts his chin to his chest and releases a string of saliva, which lands on the head of my cock. He reaches down and lathers it on my length, adding more wads of spit as he does. It’s dirty and savage and more us than anything.

I’m lost in his touch as he takes me whichever way he wants. I’m utterly gone to him.

He situates himself on his knees, raising up, and the one still on the center console throws him a little off balance. His arm slams into the door to stabilize himself as he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around my length. Seeing the contrast of his black painted fingernails against my flushed, swollen cock makes me pulse and twitch, so close to the edge.

I pull his cheeks apart as he guides my head to his hole and lowers himself until I’m nudging against the tight ring, slipping and sliding as he arches against me.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Shit,” I hiss, words spewing out of my mouth as he takes me inside.

“Oh, God,” he groans at the same time, lowering down inch by inch until his ass is flush against my thighs. He collapses against my chest, dragging deep breaths through his nose. I bury my nose into his hair and wrap my arm around his back, keeping him pinned to me as I breathe him in.

“You’re strangling my cock, beauty—damn.” His teeth latch onto my shoulder as he starts moving his hips, gyrating them over me, slow at first before he works up momentum. My head bumps against his prostate as he circles back around, and he throws his head back, his hand slamming up to the ceiling.

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