Page 52 of Inevitable Destruction

The air is stifling and does nothing to cool my overheated, tingly skin. “It’s funny. I never expected this to go in this direction, but who am I to complain? I get to have this beautiful dick,” he wraps his ring covered fingers around my rock-hard length in a bruising grip, and I gasp. “And watch your destruction simultaneously.” Something hot and wet flicks over my tip, and I shudder, gooseflesh devouring my body. “Couldn’t have planned it better, pretty boy.”

I wrack my brain, trying to process his words, but I’m lost in the dense fog the pills have created. Add in his… oh, fuck—that’s his mouth. I throw my head back against the pillow, groaning loudly. His tongue flicks over my slit before sliding down until it reaches my base. He wraps his lips around me and sucks me into the back of his throat in one fell swoop. The tight constriction of his throat is unexpected, and I yelp when he swallows around me—again.

“F-fuck,” I stutter. My nails dig into the blanket underneath me, and I grip it tightly, yanking up when he starts bobbing his head up and down.

I crack open an eye to take in the unbelievable sight before me. Rhett works my dick in and out of his mouth while also squeezing himself through his jeans. He wants me.

I can’t believe a dude is sucking my dick right now. And not just any dude—Rhett Boyd, the very guy who followed me, hit me, forced me to swallow his dick.

Now he’s doing the same to me, and while somewhere deep down in the recesses of my mind, I know he wants more than this, I ignore that niggling feeling to allow the euphoria to control me. Because the fact of the matter is, I don’t have to regret how far I’ve fallen if I don’t want to—that’s one of the joys of taking drugs.

You get to escape it all.

Coming to this realization, I release my grip on the blanket to instead grab Rhett’s hair. I only get one tug on his silky soft strands before he stops sucking me and slides his mouth off my dick with an audible pop.

With my wrist still in his grip, he shifts until he’s kneeling on the mattress just to the left of my spread legs. I’m shamelessly naked in front of him. In front of a man. And I don’t care.

Sex is just sex, right? Does the fact that I’m doing it strictly to get high mean anything different? Does actually enjoying it change things?

I squeeze my eyes shut and shove those thoughts away, choosing instead to meet Rhett’s gaze.

“Someone’s enjoying getting their dick sucked by a man. Didn’t peg you as being gay, baby, though I’m more than happy to corrupt you.”

“Sex is sex,” I rasp. Rhett’s lips on mine come to mind, followed by Jay’s. I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, but it does nothing to appease the scratch in my throat.

“Is it? I think fucking someone for drugs makes it a little different.” He quirks a brow at me, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips, and I cower slightly, not sure what he’s getting at.

And yet, maybe I do understand. I can pretend every kiss shared between Rhett and myself was because he has been forcing me. But that kiss with Jay wasn’t for any other reason other than I wanted to… until it felt wrong because of—

“I think,” he almost purrs, lowering his head until his lips are hovering just above my right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth briefly before releasing it and running his tongue along the divot between my pecs before licking my other nipple. His eyes meet mine through his lashes.

“I think you’re a whore, fucking me to get paid with pills instead of cash. That’s what you are, huh, baby? You’re my druggie whore? You’ve got such a pretty dick, too. Using that to your advantage, aren’t you?” His teeth nip and pull at the taut skin over my rib cage.

“I bet if I wasn’t controlling you the way I want, you’d start fucking anything and everything you could to get your drugs.” His words singe the hair from my skin, the truth of them scalding me.

“I-I have enough money to pay for them,” I choke out. My face is burning with shame.

“But you don’t want to pay with money. Why do that when you can give this…” His teeth sink into the soft flesh of my glans, and I let out a sharp cry at the almost excruciating pain. “When you can give this up for free. A shame really.”

He releases his teeth, and I let out a shuddering breath, my body relaxing instantly now that the threat is gone. He sits up and reaches back, gripping the collar of his still wet T-shirt. He pulls it over his head and tosses it off to the side, and my eyes roam over his body. His tattoos cover every inch of skin. They don’t go higher than the base of his neck, instead trailing down his torso, past the deep V in his hips. They also cover each muscular arm in a full sleeve.

He quickly discards his jeans and briefs, leaving him stark naked in front of me, and I can’t help the way my inquisitive gaze shifts from the tattoos snaking down the sides of each hip to his length. His dick stands out from the rest of his narrow, yet chiseled, pelvis.

The tip is swollen, flushed a bright red and glistening at the end. It bobs up and down when he shifts on his knees, and I can’t help feeling like it’s taunting me.

Rhett lies back on my bed on the other side of me, crossing his arms behind his head, causing the muscles to bulge and strain. He spreads his legs, opening himself up to me. “Get over here, Dominik. I want you to suck me until I come down your throat. And you’re going to swallow every last drop if you want the rest of the pills I brought with me.”

I swallow, apprehension creeping in before I steel my spine and crawl over his left leg and situate myself between his legs.

It’s just sex. Just sex. Just… sex…

He wants me.

Squeezing my eyes shut at the shame, I lower my head and wrap my lips around him. His musky, salty flavor explodes on my tongue, kickstarting my heart. I lower my head until he hits the back of my throat and then try what he did to me. I push down, but the pressure of his head against my uvula has me retching and gagging as I slide off his length.

Rhett grabs the back of my head and weaves his fingers through the mass of wet curls. “Easy. If you throw up on my dick, I’ll make you lick it up.” The threat of that becoming a very real possibility has me cautiously suckling him into my mouth, only his head and an inch of his length.

He yanks on my hair, and I blink away the tears stinging my eyes. “I know you can take more than that between those pretty lips. Don’t be a smartass.” I shudder and do what he tells me.

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