Page 48 of Evil King

Cherri

“Oh, Cherri,” Nathan moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “You too.”

The truth was, Nathan was on top of me, totally naked and thrusting into me, and I couldn’t belessturned on. Nathan was a good-looking guy, so by all accounts, regardless of the weirdness in our relationship, I should have been able to find at leastsomeenjoyment in sex with him, but between the fact that he was entirely self-serving in bed and the fact that all Deon had to do was look at me to set me on fire, I found myself entirely uninvested in anything Nathan had going on.

Nathan grabbed my thighs and rolled, bringing me to sitting on top of him. His hands worked up my stomach to grab at my breasts, and he squeezed them, giving me a sly smile. “Ride me until I finish, baby.” It borderline grossed me out. I started to move, but it was slow and unenthused. Even Nathan seemed to be able to pick up on how dead I was. He squeezed my leg a little bit. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

Was it the phrasing? It was a little cheesy, but then I imagined Deon saying the exact same thing to me. I imagined him sitting me on top of him to ride him, begging me to give him everything until he orgasmed and wiped out.

“Fuck,” Nathan hissed. “There you go.”

It was entirely subconscious, but my pace was quickening. My head was going fuzzy as I imagined Deon’s hands on my breasts, the colorful ink that covered his arms down to his wrists flexing as he squeezed down. Suddenly, my whole body was hot, and my eyes were beginning to water. I snaked a hand between my legs and closed my eyes to try to recall the dusky huff of his voice in my ears when we had our close call. I thought about some of the sexts he’d sent me as I teased myself with my hand, pretending he was saying those things to me directly and turning me into putty in his hands.

“Why’d you stop?” Nathan asked.

When I had stopped, I wasn’t sure, but I ignored Nathan and continued to rub. Deon’s face was all I could see, and his voice was all I could hear. My ears burned as my arousal continued to climb, and the space between my legs started to tingle. I bit down my lip, just barely keeping myself from moaning out his name as I came. My brain lost its tether to reality and flew to a place where Deon and I could just be together without worrying about it.

“Cherri.” In my mind, it was Deon calling my name. I started to rock my hips again, and when a set of hands clenched my hips, I pretended as though it was Deon’s huge, chilled hands clasping on. “Cherri.”

The hot member sliding in and out of me as I lifted and fell, it was Deon attached to it. We were in bed, and we were naked and writhing and moaning and having sex until neither of us could move anymore. My hands dropped to the chest below me and clawed into the pecs as another powerful orgasm started to creep up on me.

And I lost control of myself. “Fuck me, Deon.”

“Cherri, stop!”

A shake jolted me back to reality, and I looked down, not into Deon’s eyes but Nathan’s. “Nathan?” I huffed. “What? Why’d you stop?”

“What the fuck! You just said Deon’s name!” he barked before throwing me off of him and onto the bed. He clamored off the mattress and stood up to look down at me. “Are you fucking sleeping with him?”

I’d fucked up. Being an asshole or not, no one deserved to be used as a replacement. “No, I’m not.”

“You just said his fucking name!”

“I don’t know why!” I lied. “It just came out.”

“It just came out?” Nathan said. “Why that name? Why not any other name? Why not my name? You’ve never called my name before.”

“Yeah,” I said, finally letting the realization wash over me that, by all accounts, I was using Nathan to masturbate while thinking of Deon. “I’ve never felt compelled to before.” Not once had Nathan ever made me feel as good as justthinkingof Deon made me feel. Nothing Nathan and I had existed with any sort of substance. “We’re empty, Nathan.”

“What?” he asked. “Empty. What does that mean?”

“It means us, this,”—I motioned to us—“it doesn’t mean anything. It’s empty. There’s nothing in it. I’ve never said your name before because you don’t excite me like that.” I wasn’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but I suddenly looked up at Nathan and said the words I’d been struggling to say for months. “I think we should break up.”

All of the anger in Nathan’s body knocked sideways in a second. “What?”

“We should end this,” I said. “I don’t even know why I’m still doing it. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“How can you say that?” Nathan asked. His sadness at the thought was evident in his voice. “We’ve been together for four years. I gave up everything for you.”

I scoffed. “What did yougive up? You didn’t even stop sleeping with Miss Abrams!” I snapped. “You’re not doing this again. You’re not going to gaslight me into thinking things are different from what they are. I’m not an idiot.”

“Is this because of Deon?” Nathan asked. “You’re in love with him?” Unlike the anger I might have expected, he seemed genuinely saddened. “You’re sleeping together.”

“We’re not sleeping together. Honestly, I tried when I saw you and Miss Abrams in her class a month ago, but he found out we were still together and wouldn’t do it,” I explained.

Nathan’s eyebrows went up. “Wait, really?”

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