Page 64 of Sinister Legacy
“Did you?” he whispers gravelly again, his thumb pressing into my asshole.
My scalp prickles, my ass stings, and my pussy burns. I want more. With a shake of my head, I arch against him, silently begging for more.
Maybe it’s wrong to let King finger-fuck me while my boyfriend is fast asleep next to us, but the truth is that I need King’s depravity. I need him to hurt me and call me names while dicking me into the mattress.
I don’t even care that Liam is right next to us.
It only excites me more.
And King knows it.
He gets off on it, too.
“Listen to the wet sounds your pussy makes. It’s a greedy little cunt, isn’t it?”
I bite my pillow. If I don’t, I’ll moan out loud and wake Liam.
“What do you think he’ll do to me if he wakes up and finds me fingering his girlfriend’s cunt? And what do you think he’ll do to you for being such a slut?” King shuffles behind me and slides his fingers from my cunt before shoving the front of his jeans down. He slaps his hard dick over my slit and then takes me in one go. His hand snakes beneath my body to rub at my clit, while he fucks me nice and slow so as to not wake Liam. Each delicious slide of his big cock has shivers racing up and down my sweaty spine.
I turn my head and stare at Liam’s face. Drool slips from his partially open mouth, and his long lashes rest against his tanned cheeks.
King’s lips find my ear, his ragged breaths hot on my skin. His hand presses down between mine and Liam’s face on the soft mattress as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder as if he, too, doesn’t give a shit if Liam wakes up.
Maybe he wants him to.
Maybe he wants Liam to watch him fuck me.
But Liam doesn’t wake up. He stays asleep the entire time.
King slides his cock out, climbs off the mattress, and guides me to kneel beside the bed on the cold, wooden floor like a good girl performing her nightly evening prayers. And then his hand is back in my hair, and his fingers dig into my hips while he fucks me so hard from behind that my tits bounce wildly inside Liam’s jersey.
By the time he finally pulls out and spins me around, coming all over my face, my knees have friction burns and my scalp stings with pain.
He slips back out through the window like a burglar in the night, leaving me ruined and throbbing between my legs from multiple orgasms.
After wiping my face clean with one of Liam’s discarded T-shirts, I climb back into the warm bed, sated and exhausted from the adrenaline of doing something so forbidden. Within minutes, I’m fast asleep.
“How much have you had to drink?” Jasper laughs as I struggle to pour the vodka into the two plastic mugs sitting on the counter. Most of it spills on the already sticky surface. The music in the living room is loud, but the sound is muffled here in the messy kitchen. Jessica’s dad will be pissed if she doesn’t get this place tidied up before he arrives back tomorrow. Red plastic mugs litter every surface, along with empty bottles of alcohol and an empty package of string cheese.
“Here, let me pour it.” Jasper moves me out of the way, but he’s just as drunk and high. We soon end up laughing almost hysterically. I don’t even know what’s so fucking funny.
I take the bottle from him, place it on the sticky countertop, and grab his muscular arm to steady myself. My fingers dig into his bicep, and I’m suddenly aware of how good he feels. Something inside me stirs, and my dick jumps in its denim confines. He slides his hand behind my neck and slams his lips to mine before backing me against the counter. It’s so sudden and violent that I gasp into his mouth as undeniable, fiery pleasure pools low in my stomach.
Thoughts of my girlfriend, Kara, who is somewhere around—probably dancing with Jessica, Hayley, and Ava—are far from my mind as Jasper’s fingers dig into my trim waist and tangle in my short hair. My own hands slide up his hard chest, the soft fabric creasing against my palms. I explore every muscle, every dip and curve. Where Kara is soft and smooth, Jasper is hard and defined and so fucking broad.
“Fuck, Kit,” he groans, kissing me so deeply that my lungs start to burn. As our rock-hard cocks grind together through the rough fabric of our jeans, I swear I nearly come. I always thought I was straight, but this is on another planet entirely. I want my mouth on his veiny cock. I’m burning up beneath his skilled hands, prickly stubble, and warm lips.
A light tap on the window steals me away from my memories. Ever since Jasper’s murder, I have been a shadow of my former self. Jessica’s death shook us all, but Jasper’s…
We had hooked up for a few months when the killings started happening. I knew Jasper wanted more, that he was willing to wait while I sorted out whatever internal bullshit was raging a war inside me. But in all honesty, I don’t think I would have ever left Kara. Jasper and I wouldn’t have stood a chance in a small, backward place like Blackwoods. It takes a certain type of character—someone like Jasper—to be brave enough to go against the grain.
I always admired that about him. He was unapologetic in many ways, and stepping out of the closet was his last hurdle. He would have done it in a heartbeat if I had left Kara.
I always touched him—never the other way around. I would suck his dick but not let him return the favor.
While I wanted to, it was my way of keeping distance between us. I was falling for him. But I’m not brave, unlike Jasper.
And now I’m riddled with guilt.
