Page 19 of Inevitable Destruction

The new angle has even worse noises coming from her mouth, and I resist the urge to barf. Why the fuck would anyone want to fuck that?

The man’s forearms bulge as he holds her lower half in the air, and my eyes don’t know where to fucking look, continuously skirting from his heavily muscled ass to his just as thick arms and deliciously sculpted back.

“Rhett.” I vaguely hear my name being hissed, but I don’t listen. I can’t as my eyes hungrily eat up the man in front of me. I trace the red lines up his spine until I reach his neck, or what would be his neck except it’s covered by his hair that is pressed in place by a… white baseball hat sitting backwards on his head.

Who the fuck wears a hat during sex? And why do I find it so fucking hot?

The ends of his hair curl in all different directions, some dripping sweat down his back and along every ridge of his spine. My tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I swallow the pool of saliva that has settled on my tongue.

I taste whiskey as I swallow, and I close my eyes for a brief moment, wishing it were cum. It’s been so long since I’ve had cum in my mouth. Far, far too long, and I would do anything in this moment to yank his dick out of that ridiculously loud woman and swallow it down until my throat is stuffed and sore, and his cum is pouring into me in hot, fast jets.

“Rhett,” my name is hissed again, and I force my eyelids back open, not having realized they were still shut with the very vivid movie playing through my head.

Except when my eyes open, they don’t land on Seth. Or anyone but the man with dark green eyes and sharp, angular face. Our eyes meet and lock on one another, but in my peripheral, I can see his movements don’t stop, even as his upper half is twisted to look at me.

But I don’t care about any of that. Not when Dominik fucking Reed is staring me in the eyes as he fucks some woman mindlessly. Something sharp travels through me, piercing every organ, every vein, every fucking nerve as it makes its way through.

Anger. Regret. Revulsion. And something I vehemently refuse to name.

I narrow my eyes through my haze, forcing my thoughts to work through the alcohol slowing me down, which is easier said than done. His lids are halfway closed, and his pupils are blown. As I stare at him, he simply looks through me, as if I’m not even here.

“Everett!” A hand on my bicep has me spinning on my heels and shoving the body against the wall, my forearm braced against their throat. My skin crawls, hot and uncomfortable.

“Rhett, baby, it’s me. It’s me,” Seth splutters, yanking on my arm. I step back, dragging my arm down as I do, and then I finally see Seth. His chest is heaving as he rubs his throat, his golden brown skin appearing darker in the shadows. The door to the bedroom is now closed, but it doesn’t do much to muffle the egregious noises coming from that woman.

I fight a shiver of disgust as Seth calms his breathing. His head falls back against the wall. He keeps his gaze pinned on me as he works the button on his jeans open. My eyes drop to his fingers as he pops it open and drags down his zipper. His dick is hard and straining against his briefs.

“That turn you on?” I ask, doing nothing to hide the disgust in my voice. “That piece of shit fucking that woman?” I sneer.

“Do you know him?” Seth asks, his hand now inside his underwear as he jacks himself off.

“No.” My answer is hard, final. Definitive. And such a fucking lie. But Seth doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know that my cock is pulsing, seconds away from spilling inside my underwear. He doesn’t need to know my skin is itching with the urge to pull that door open back there and watch that ass flex as Dominik pounds into that pussy. He doesn’t need to know that I want Dominik fucking Reed to pay in every grievous way possible for what happened to my father.

Seth doesn’t need to know any of it. Ever. Because he’s just a hole for me to fuck.

“Move,” I demand, and he spins, pulling open the door to the bedroom next door. He stumbles inside, tripping over his pants as they fall to his ankles. He kicks them off, along with his underwear. His shirt flies past me as he yanks it off, and I watch as he flops onto the messed up bed, his legs spread greedily as he wraps his fist around his dick, pulling on it with a tight grip.

“Trying to stave off your orgasm, are you?” I ask as I prowl toward him. My shins hit the edge of the mattress, forcing me to stop. In my inebriated state, everything is taking longer to hit me, and I find my irritation spiking every minute it lingers. I drank too fucking much, but there’s nothing I can do other than endure it.

I undo my pants and push them down to my knees, exposing my cock to the heated air surrounding us. Sweat is already beading on my skin, causing my shirt to cling to my back.

“Go grab a condom I know you have in your jeans.” Seth scrambles off the bed and digs through his pockets, coming back with a handful of condoms and lube packets.

“Fucking hell. How many people were you planning on fucking tonight?”

“Not many people, but many rounds,” he tells me, at least having the decency to appear bashful about it if the blush blooming across his face is any indication.

“Ah, so you were planning on letting people loosen my hole? Ruin my hole? Stretch you until you were nothing but used goods?” The shiver wracking through Seth’s body and the gooseflesh erupting over every inch of his skin was indication enough that I shouldn’t have said that. That sounded possessive. And that’s not what I am.

Because the fact of the matter is, I don’t care. Truly. But Dominik is in my mind, and all I can think about is him fucking that god awful woman, and I just—

I snatch the packets from Seth and hurriedly roll on a condom then coat myself with lube. Since he already readied himself, I grab his hips and flip him so his ass is in the air and his face is pressed into the mattress. He wiggles his ass, and I bring my palm down, smacking it, a red handprint instantly blooming against his golden brown skin.

“Goddamn,” I groan as I press the head of my cock against his slick hole and press in. He opens easily for me, and I slide to the hilt, fully sheathed in his heat.

“You’re all loose for me, aren’t you?” I press my fingertips into his flesh until he cries in pain.

“Yes,” he whimpers, slamming back as I thrust in deep, so fucking deep. Seth cants his hips as I drag my cock out, my head bumping his prostate. He cries out, his words unintelligible. I press my palm to the base of his spine to force him to keep that position as I increase my pace.

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