Page 22 of Villain

All the while, Lake stood behind him, towering over his friend, staring down at Nix with unblinking green eyes. Yejun was also watching, but it was different—and not only because he already had his dick in his hand was stroking himself.

There was an intensity to Lake, a darkness that warned things could go from bad to worse if Nix chose not to cooperate. It was the fear of finding out how that could be that finally spurred him into motion.

West’s cock was thick with a slight curve. He was big, but Nix could almost wrap his hand around it. It felt hot to the touch, already slick from the precome West had rubbed over himself, and when Nix gave a tentative pump, his balls twitched.

Not wanting to push his luck, he only stalled for a few seconds before Nix shifted into a more comfortable position on his knees and then leaned in, opening his mouth to welcome the silky crown. Tentatively, he licked at it, flicking his tongue over West’s slit. A burst of salty musk hit him and he closed his eyes, telling himself to block out everything else and pretend.

Pretend he wasn’t the only naked person in the room.

Pretend he wanted this.

Pretend—

He gasped when fingers dove through his hair and he was forced down, the entire length of West’s cock spearing through his mouth in one go. He pushed against West’s thighs, inhaling deeply the second he was lifted off, and then lowered himself, setting a gentler pace in the hopes the man would take the hint.

Wishful thinking.

“This is a punishment, Nixie,” West growled a moment before his grip on Nix’s head tightened, “remember?”

That was all the warning he got.

There’d only ever been two other people Nix had experienced this with in the past, and neither of them had been assholes about it. They’d allowed him to set the pace, let him get used to the taste and feel of them, figure out the best way to go about fitting their girth in his mouth.

It’d been a joint experience, pleasurable for all involved.

Absolutely nothing like this.

Nothing about this was mutual, even if he’d initially consented.

Tears and saliva streamed down his face as West’s strong hands gripped his skull and fucked into his mouth. His thick cock hit the back of Nix’s throat, causing him to gag, but that only seemed to spur the demonic man on further.

West humped his face like it was his own personal sex toy, careless about the fact Nix needed oxygen. He buried himself deep with every inward stroke and took his sweet time pulling back out, always stopping with the fat tip resting on Nix’s tongue.

He struggled to breathe around it, but that cock continually blocked his airways, and it wasn’t long before Nix grew lightheaded and felt himself swaying. His lips hurt from being stretched, and his throat wasn’t too far behind. Every time he felt West slam against his passage he winced.

“You’re going to bruise him,” Yejun said from where he was still sprawled out on the couch at their sides. Despite his comment, he continued to wring himself in time to West’s thrusts, his flushed cock straining toward Nix as though wanting a turn.

He wouldn’t have to take him next, right?

The thought had Nix’s gaze shooting back up to Lake, but their leader’s expression was blank. For the life of him, he couldn’t get a read on what he could possibly thinking. Nix tried to speak, gurgling around West’s cock, but it was no use.

For his efforts, West dropped his head back and moaned, fingers digging even harder into the back of Nix’s skull as he spread his thighs wider and yanked Nix forward. Once he was buried again, he held him there, making another sound of pleasure when Nix started to panic, his struggles increasing as he desperately tried to shove himself away from the other man.

His vision started to wink out as his lungs burned. He slapped at his thighs, begging him to release him, only to be ignored.

Was this seriously how he was going to die?

Suffocation by cock?

Humiliated and used and—

West grunted and suddenly came, hot come shooting down Nix’s abused throat fast enough he choked on it. “Swallow it all, babe,” the demon warned. “Unless you want to go another round?”

Nix’s eyes widened and he tried to shake his head, swallowing as he was told. He kept doing so even when West finally stopped unloading. Even when he started sliding his cock free. Nix’s tongue sought him out as he’d retreated, licking forward to lap at his rosy crown one final time.

“Holy shit.” Yejun came next, still aimed Nix’s way. He covered him in spunk, laughing when Nix jolted when a string of it hit him on the side of the face.

Before he knew what was happening, West was tossing him aside and standing. He tucked himself back into his pants and readjusted, Yejun doing the same. In no time at all, the only proof left that anything had happened between them at all was naked Nix, on the floor, white globs of their release sticking to his skin.

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