Page 28 of Lust

My entire body cringes as I feel the touch of his hands on me, and it takes everything I have not to recoil.

It’s like being at a doctor. Nothing more.

His movements are slow and nowhere close to being enough. I love barking out orders most of the time, but during sex I like it when they have an iota of knowing what they are doing. For a guy who used to have a dick, he’s fucking terrible.

I cringe as I bark out the words through gritted teeth. “Faster, freak. Harder.”

“Stop it, you’re turning me on,” he retorts in a dead pan voice.

I curl my hands into fists. “Stop playing games, you fucking freak-show. I know what happens in a place like this. My fucking dick is going to literally explode and you’re making fucking jokes.”

I nearly jump a mile as I feel a pair of lips and a wet tongue around the head of my cock. Holy shit, he’s sucking me off.

“Fucking stop it, Freak!” I heave out, but my words are lost in a sigh. I’m utterly mortified that I’m allowing this. It’s humiliating and disgusting and I’m as angry as hell, but fuck, it feels so damn good.

He slides his mouth down the shaft right until his lips touch the root. My eyes snap open. I don’t want to see this, but knowing the size I am right now, I have no idea how he’s deep-throating me. I can barely catch a breath as I catch sight of her…him.

He’s sucking me so hard it should be painful, but instead it feels exquisite. I let out a sigh. No woman has sucked me like this before. “No wonder you’re good at this.”

He stops momentarily. “Yes, I once had a cock of my own. I’m a freak. Now shut the fuck up and let’s get this over with. Lay back and let me suck you till you come.”

Hearing the words he uses is turning me on more than I’ve ever been. I know it’s this place and the music, but I’ve never had a blow job like this. I hazard another glance down. He doesn’t look like a man. At least I can console myself with that. He looks… Damn, she looks fucking beautiful. Blonde ringlets frame her face, bobbing slightly with the motion of her cherry red lips moving up and down my shaft. The memory of her on the floor of the farmhouse kitchen, legs splayed out, pussy on show as she fingers herself comes to my mind unbidden.

Suddenly, I’m fisting the cushions and thrusting into her mouth. Damn. I didn’t even watch her back in the first part of the round, but apparently I must have seen her pussy because now it’s the only thing I can think of. A sigh escapes my lips as I picture her playing with herself on the kitchen floor. I remember it with great clarity. I even remember how turned on I’d been, even though I know for a fact I left the room before any of that happened. My mind is playing tricks on me. What actually happened was that I shut the door… no, slammed the door and sat in the other room in disgust as she made herself come… kinda like she’s going to make me come now. Oh, and how? “Oh fuck!” My fingers grasp the edges of the sofa as the familiar feeling of pre-orgasm hits me. I’m already dripping in pre-cum and feeling frantic as she sucks hard and fast, but with the precision of someone who knows what she’s doing.

She grips the base of my cock and licks it up before flicking her eyes up to mine. For a second she holds my gaze. It’s fucking erotic and terrible and almost as strong a sensation as the one she’s giving me and then it’s over. She closes her eyes and goes back to deep-throating me again. It’s addictive to watch I’m going to cum so hard, I can feel it. My balls pull in before I come with a roar, spilling hot cum into her mouth.

“Ro!” I hiss out through gritted teeth, my fingers straining tight against the couch pillows and my ass practically leaving the couch.

She swallows, licking up a bead of cum on her chin with an expression that’s so deliciously wanton and sexual and dirty, that I give a final spurt, finally emptying myself of hot cum. It’s only when it hits me in the eye that I know she’s deliberately let go.

She gives me a look of pure malicious power before wiping the corners of her mouth with the bottom of her god awful flowery dress and giving me a fuck you smile.

As soon as I’ve come, the music stops, but the feeling of euphoria continues. I’ve just been sucked off by a dude. And it was the best fucking blow job of my life.

“I’m not gay!” I point out as my penis begins to soften. The pain is gone and instead there’s only the wonderful feeling of ecstasy left behind.

“Neither am I, Asshole,” she grumbles, before standing up. “I suggest you pull your pants up while you decide whether to beat me up for helping you.”

I’m surprised by her accusation. I still fucking detest her, but I’m not going to beat her up. For a start, I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I feel way too good. Not that she needs to know that.

“I wouldn’t want to get my fist dirty with your blood.” I bark back, but unlike usual, a hint of remorse hits me as I speak.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” she mutters under her breath before heading to the open-plan kitchen. I hear the sound of the fridge being opened and something being poured. Once again, she surprises me by handing me a glass of juice with ice. My eyes lock with hers as I take the glass from her hands. I see something I don’t like. The look of superiority, like she’s won a game or something. She doesn’t speak as she takes her juice to a seat facing the large windows. I put the glass on a nearby coffee table and pull my pants up, easing them over my sad and sorry dick. There are red marks down the sides of it, not made by her, but by the demons whose bodies are still littering the floor.

I fasten my belt and pick up the juice, downing it in one. My body feels back to normal now, if I count feeling like I'm floating on air as back to normal. I can see her profile from where I stand. She’s not actually unattractive. Her hair isn’t as bushy as it used to be and it’s actually kinda nice pushed back at it is by a thick headband made from the same ugly material as her dress. My eyes pass to the swell of her breasts and I wonder what she looks like beneath the dress. I saw her naked in the Earthery before, but I couldn’t bring myself to look objectively. The memories of me watching her playing with her pussy were false. A fantasy? Fucking Hell! I’m one really fucked up mess. It’s this place. I cast my glance back at her. She wears such floaty oversized dresses it’s hard to get a real feel for her body shape.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I don’t want to know what her body shape is. So what if she’s got gorgeous legs and a pussy?

Gorgeous?

Fuck.

I head back to the kitchen and scout out something stronger than juice, finding only a half a bottle of cheap whiskey. A man like Price wouldn’t keep his good stuff in the kitchen. In fact, I vaguely remember a bar being set up on the roof top terrace and I’ll bet if I looked hard enough I’ll find something better than this cheap crap. I unscrew the top and take a swig, feeling it burn my throat. I’m just about to take a second when a claxon sounds out. Half a beat later, the apartment falls away, leaving us in darkness. I ignore Rowena completely as I make my way toward the light. Nothing happened. I doubt she’ll tell anyone, but just in case… I run over to her and grab her wrist. A spark goes up my arm as I feel how soft her skin is. It’s the remnants of the music, I’m sure of it, but I drop her hand like it’s burning me.

“This stays between you and me,” I hiss in her ear as we head through the doors out of the Earthery and into the light.

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