Page 18 of Inevitable Destruction

EVERETT

“Dreams of You”—Brennan Savage, Killstation

“What are you doing here, Rhett?”I can barely hear Seth over the song blaring from every corner of the packed house. How the fuck can these college kids stand to be surrounded by so many people all the goddamn time?

Even my words slur inside of my head, and I wince. I’m too fucking drunk.

No, you’re just old, Rhett.

Great, now I’m fucking talking to myself.

“What?” I ask. The word comes out heavy on my tongue, but I don’t think he can tell. He shakes his head at me and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the stairs. I smirk, following him without preamble. He seems to get the idea, and while normally the idea of him pulling me around would make me irate, I just can’t seem to push past the rush of endorphins shooting straight into my dick.

Once we reach the second floor, I grip Seth’s bicep and shove him against the wall. He makes a soft grunting noise as I press my front to his. My already hard cock digs into his lower abdomen, and I thrust against him, relishing in the way the seam of my pants digs into my aching length.

Seth quickly hardens against me, and before long, we’re rutting together against the wall like a couple of horny teenagers. “Rhett,” Seth pants against my lips, and I thrust my tongue between his parted lips, licking the inside of his mouth with fervor.

Seth mumbles but meets my tongue, and they dance together. He tastes of beer and sweat, and I love every lingering twinge of my bad decisions on my tongue.

“We-we don’t do this, Rhett,” Seth finally manages to spit out. He presses his palms into my shoulders and pushes me away, far enough so he can look me in my probably bloodshot eyes with his own that are filled with hope and desperation for what this means.

“Well, we fucking are right now,” I growl, shoving his hands off me. They feel wrong. Too gentle. Too soft. Too fucking… everything.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Bu—”

“No. Fucking. Buts,” I snarl. I put my forearm against his throat and press until I feel the bob of his Adam’s apple rolling as he swallows. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.” I roll my hips against his to punctuate my point.

My mind is buzzing, and the feeling intensifies as I think about sinking my cock into his tight fucking hole. My right hand snakes down his side, and I smirk when I feel a shiver wrack through him. I tease the waistband of his jeans before shoving my hand down the back of them, diving straight for the cleft of his ass. My fingers brush down his smooth crack, and I press my index finger against his hole—

“Did you ready yourself for me after I texted? Or were you preparing yourself for someone else tonight?” I keep my tone light, deceptively calm. To Seth, I’m sure he thinks I’m jealous, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I honestly couldn’t care less who he fucks. Where, when, any of it. As long as he’s available when I want him, that’s good enough for me. Condoms are a thing for a reason.

The wet, sticky lube coating his prepped asshole has my blood spiking to a dangerous level. I push my finger easily inside, no resistance. “Goddamn, you really prepped yourself. Who for, Seth?” I shift until my entire front is pushed up against his. Seth’s head moves to my chest, and his forehead rubs back and forth as he pants, his hot breath soaking the fabric of my shirt and lingering on my sweat-slick skin.

“Daddy…” he mumbles incoherently as I quirk my finger, hitting his prostate with brutal accuracy. My rings bump against his ass as I work my finger in him, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the pinch of metal.

“Answer me,” I breathe across his neck. My cock pulses, twitching against my zipper as I gyrate my hips. Seth is hot and wet and sticky around my finger, and I can’t fucking take it.

“Someone else,” he finally spits out, and I smirk, yanking my finger from him. He lets out surprised yelp, and when I step back from him, he peers up at me with sad, puppy dog eyes. He even juts his bottom lip out into a pout.

I brush the finger that was in his ass across his lip. “Well. Let’s go and get some use out of that prepped ass.” Seth’s pout turns into a lazy smile as he leads us back to the stairs and up to the third floor where I’m assuming his room is. I keep my eyes glued to his ass as he walks, and I can’t help but to think how much nicer Dominik’s ass is.

Seth’s is good. Tight, smooth, wet when I want it. But Dominik’s? I fight back a groan just picturing it. I palm my cock, squeezing my length as I work myself through the material of my pants. His ass was fucking tight. Muscular. Thick.

Goddamn what I would give to sink my teeth into it…

“Oh, fuck,” Seth’s whispered words pull me from my fucked up train of thought to the scene in front of us. Seth’s hand is braced on the door as he holds it open, giving us both an ample view of an ass flexing as it pounds into some overly exuberant female.

Neither of us move as we watch the couple fuck in what I presume to be Seth’s bed, and I find my eyes being dragged down to the guy’s bare ass. His pants are pulled down to the middle of his thighs, the waistband stretching taut around his spread legs with every beautiful flex of his smooth, round, pale ass.

Time slows as I zero in, rapt without any reason as to why. Sure, I’ve watched people fuck before. At parties when I was younger, and occasionally at someone’s house that me and my old friends would go to after a night of drinking and bar hopping. But this? Whoever this man is has my fucking attention.

With my heart thumping fast, my blood racing through my veins, and my temples throbbing from both, I press the heel of my palm into my erection, and I rub myself through my clothes as I watch a man fuck a female. Not really my scene, but if I’m being honest, I’m not paying any mind to her legs spread open wide beside him. Or the way her nails are clawing at his now bare back. When did that happen?

Thin, red lines score down his back haphazardly, and the muscles beneath his skin twitch as she digs in deep, a wailing moan coming from her. The sound has the guy speeding up. His long, dexterous fingers with chipped black nail polish and hands covered in stark green veins curl around her calves as he hikes her legs up, lifting her ass in the air.

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