Page 80 of Inevitable Destruction

Oh, this is fucking fantastic.

My hands curl into fists the longer my dick remains soft. “Make me hard,” I growl at Seth, grabbing the back of his neck and shoving his face into my groin. The hot air of his breath fans over my length, doing absolutely fucking nothing.

This is not happening.

Seth grabs me and puts me in his mouth, suckling on my head like it’s a fucking lollipop. The wet, hot pressure feels good, so I slam my eyes shut and focus on that, willing my dick to work.

I picture Seth behind my eyelids because apparently, my imagination is better than the real thing right in fucking front of me. But my vision of him rapidly morphs into something else. Naked, ghastly pale skin fully exposed, angular bones jutting out, pulling his skin taut over them. Dark, green eyes stare up at me as he works my cock into his throat, choking on it, all the while his hand is on his own cock, working it in tandem with his mouth.

A garbled moan leaves my throat as my dick throbs. I can feel it hardening in his mouth, thickening more and more by the second.

“Goddamn.” This is what I needed. To just fucking take ownership of my own release.

The wet mouth on my length increases suction, and my legs wobble as a jolt zaps straight up my spine, drawing me closer to my inevitable release.

Fingers fondle my balls, rubbing and pulling at them, giving me the slightest bit of intense pressure. That, coupled with the tight constriction of his throat as he swallows around me has my balls throbbing, right on the precipice.

“Fuck, beauty boy. I’m going to come down that tight fucking throat of yours.” I slam into his mouth, pulling my dick out of his throat before pushing back in and down until he retches around me.

It only takes a few more thrusts for my release to hit me with such force. I tighten my grip on the sink to keep me up as my knees buckle.

His throat swallows greedily around me, heightening the euphoric sensation vibrating through me. “That’s it, baby. Swallow every last drop.” I bring my free hand to his head to wrap my fingers in his curls when I come up short. My fingertips are met with short, coarse hair.

My eyes fly open in surprise, my heart hammering in my chest. Dilated, light brown eyes stare up at me.

“You’ve never called me that name before,” Seth whispers as he clambers to his feet. His gaze never leaves mine as he pulls my pants up and buttons them for me. He then presses his palm against the erection straining against his pants. My eyes flit down at the movement before darting back up to his face, disoriented.

What…

“Fuck.” I throw my head back and step away, growing more irritated by the second as realization sinks in too fucking deep.

“Did I—” I yank on the strands of my hair. “It’s not—” My back slams against the wall, jarring my spine. “It wasn’t—”

“Rhett, what’s going on?” Seth’s voice seeps into the black cloud that has descended over me. I feel hands on my chest, but they feel wrong. Smaller, hotter.

Wrong.

Why the fuck do they feel wrong?!

I grip his wrists, constricting my fingers around them until I feel the bones grind together.

“Rhett. Fuck, that hurts. Stop, please.” I hear his words, but I don’t. They don’t matter. None of it fucking does.

With a disgruntled breath, I release him and shove him away from me. He stumbles backwards, crashing into the garbage can as he falls to the floor. It falls on top of him, the contents spilling to the ground.

Seth cowers in the corner, visibly shaking as I take a step toward him. I can feel toxic venom churning through my veins, infecting every organ with its poison.

Tears stream down his face the closer I get until I’m squatting in front of him. I press my fingertips under his chin and lift it, holding it in place until he meets my eyes.

I can see the fear there—it’s as clear as day. I did that. I made him fear me—all because I can’t get Dominik out of my head.

“I’m not a good person,” I tell him truthfully. I can’t admit how astray I’ve gone, not even to myself, but he deserves some semblance of the truth. “You’re good. You deserve good, and I’m not that.”

I release him and stand, making my way to the door, flipping the lock, and pulling it open. The bass and pounding from the drums flood the small bathroom, startling me. How I didn’t hear it clear as day before just proves how in my head I am.

I take one last look at Seth, the words spilling from my lips without permission. “Stay away from me. Don’t come back, even if I ask you. Because I’ll end up killing you. That’s apparently what I do.” With that, I step out and let the door fall shut behind me.

I’m in a daze as I meander the labyrinth of people packed into the too-small bar. Even as I stumble from the front door and out into the pouring rain, the haze never leaves. My clothes become drenched as I ride through the storm. The vibration of my bike underneath me is the only thing I feel as I weave around cars on the interstate, going nowhere in particular but anywhere except home.

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