Page 86 of Inevitable Destruction

Well, aside from…

Teeth nip, bite, and suck at my skin. My eyes are closed as I wallow in ecstasy, letting Rhett control me. It’s always better when he’s in control.

I don’t realize we’re moving until my back slams against the wall. My hip catches on a small side table, sending it crashing to the floor. My body reacts too late as my arm reaches out to try and catch it, but Rhett grabs ahold of my wrist and slams it against the wall above my head before snatching my other one and bringing them together. With my arms raised, my chest rises, causing our nipples to rub together, his barbells cold against my skin.

“Knees, beauty boy.” For the second time tonight, I fall like a peasant bowing to his king and suck his cock into my mouth. He’s hard and throbbing against my tongue, his tip leaking the tiniest amount of precum which I greedily swallow.

I work him into the back of my throat, willing myself to relax. My head bobs between his legs. The sounds coming from my mouth are wet and sloppy as saliva drips from my stretched lips.

Rhett’s hand comes to the side of my face as he brushes his fingertips over my hollowed cheeks before slamming against the wall to brace himself as I swallow around his head. I flick my eyes up, finding his squeezed shut.

“Press your finger against me,” he pants the command. I blanch at his request—no, his demand.

I pull off of his dick, watching as it bobs in my face. “What do you mean?” I whisper, my voice raspy from my throat being abused.

“You know what I mean, baby.” His words would sound salacious if it wasn’t for the condescending tone I recognize all too well. I stiffen and straighten until my back hits the wall, putting as much distance between us as possible.

“I’m not doing that.” I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a rare sense of defiance. What we have going right now makes sense. He fucks me however he wants, and I get high. This… this is new territory. One I never agreed to.

But did I even agree to this at first? And now I love it…

Why does he want this now?

“Sure you are.” My eyes flicker up to his hesitantly, only to find him already staring at me. His lids are hooded, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his forehead, halfway covered by his straight, wet hair. His lips curve into a smirk which quickly morphs into a full-blown malicious, sadistic smile. His right arm is braced against the wall above his head, angling his body slightly to the right at a sharp angle. It gives him an even more domineering appearance.

“You’ll do anything for me, beauty boy. This you already know, so don’t pretend to care now.”

As much as I like to pretend I’m in control, it’s the furthest thing from the truth. My addiction controls me at every turn. Every decision I’ve fucking made since I decided to open that pill bottle some odd months ago is all to feed the never-ending fire inside of me that screams for more.

It never shuts up. Day in and day out, it’s there, eating at me, demanding to the point it’s painful. And when I fight it? I end up in even more pain because my body rejects the absence. It’s why I just stopped caring—with the help of Rhett who made me see the clarity of my situation. There was never any reason to resist.

Fuck. Just thinking about being high makes my veins itch. I scratch at the junction of my arm, hissing at the throbbing pain.

“You look lost inside that pretty head of yours.”

Tearing my gaze away, I stare down at the floor. There’s too much going on inside of my head. It all hurts—too much.

My chin is gripped, and the back of my head meets the wall as Rhett tilts my head to meet my eyes.

“Let me fix it, baby. All you have to do is let go and give me control.” He leans down until we’re eye level. He leans forward, with our eyes still open, and flicks his tongue across my lips. “Give it to me.”

He shoves his tongue in my mouth, assertive and dominant, and I can’t help the whimper that vibrates in the back of my throat. His lips are warm against mine, and I melt into a fucking puddle for him.

Why get lost inside of my own head when I can feel like this?

The air in my lungs escapes through my parted lips, and with it, my trepidation. Rhett’s tongue massages against mine, and I return the gesture with fervor, heat shooting to my dick and making it twitch.

Rhett pulls away with a smug smile. He brushes his thumb along my spit-soaked bottom lip and tugs it downward. “Mmm, there he is. You’re so much more fun when you’re hopelessly obsessed.” I nod, accepting his words for what they are—the truth.

I don’t care anymore.

I can’t.

It all hurts too much.

With a deep sigh, I let it go. All of it. Every last fucking bit of myself is his for the taking. Rhett senses that, so no more words are spoken between us as he thrusts his cock back into my mouth. I work myself up into a frenzy again, enjoying the way my head is blissfully blank.

I never knew I could feel like this without being high.

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