Page 31 of No, You Hang Up

I shouldn’t feel a curl of excitement in my stomach.

And I really shouldn’t be watching him with rapt attention, his words just white noise to my brain with all of my focus on his hand and the way he’s moving it over his cock.

His hand in my hair drags me upward and toward him, but he’s almost gentle as he coaxes me over his lap until my lips are brushing his tip. Again I instinctively pull at my hands, as if I can magically free them, and I swear I hear his huffed chuckle at my fruitless efforts.

Huxley rubs the tip of his cock against my lower lip as he commiserates with his friend. Even when he pushes it inside, letting it rest on my tongue, he still just sounds so goddamn casual.

But when he jerks my head down—forcing his cock to slide over my tongue and to my throat—I have to work not to gag. Not to yelp, or make any other sound that’ll disturb his conversation.

Breathe through your nose, I remind myself, having to close my eyes when he pulls my head up, just to push it down again by my hair. This time I can’t help a whimper as I feel him in my throat, and when I swallow desperately around him, I swear I feel him shudder under me.

And yet his conversation doesn’t falter. He fucks my face languidly, like he has all the time in the world. Like he’s so damn unaffected, we might as well be doing taxes. Even when tears run down my face from the way he’s filling my mouth and throat, he doesn’t stop.

It’s not until I realize how heavy he is on my tongue and how his thighs tense under me that I hear his words falter.

“Fuck—Yeah, I know. Sorry, I’m listening. Hey, Brad?” He takes a breath, and God, I wish I could see his face. I know he can’t be nearly as unaffected as he’s pretending to be. Not now. As if he senses my thoughts, he pushes my head further down and arches into my mouth, causing me to choke around him.

A fresh wave of tears runs down my cheeks, and my mouth fills with so much saliva that it’s impossible for me to swallow. I can feel it pooling around his cock, kept in my mouth only by my lips. My hands twist and tremble behind me, and a very soft moan of indignation leaves me.

“I have to go. We can talk more tomorrow if you want. Bucky’s? Noon? I’ll buy you a beer and you can moan about Tricia’s latest cold shoulder attempt, okay?” He pauses, then belts out an enthusiastic laugh as he once more fucks my face with a long roll of his hips.

“Yeah, you too. Try not to get yourself kicked to the couch.” I hear his sigh, and a second later, the phone drops to the bed beside his lap just as he yanks me off his cock.

“Fuck,” Huxley snarls, and the friendly mask he was wearing is gone. He’s no longer the good guy. His eyes are dark and excited as he holds me up by my hair, panting with tears running down my face as I struggle in the handcuffs.

“Goddamnit, Kai. You’re not supposed to look so good like this. And your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy, you know?” Without asking or telling me his intentions, he drags me over him, forcing me to straddle his thighs. “Relax,” he snarls, gripping my hips.

“Hard to do with my hands cuffed,” I grumble, my voice hoarse from how he’d fucked my face.

That seems to get his attention. He swipes at the seam of my lips, smearing my spit and his pre-cum along my mouth with a sneer.

“Try anyway, pretty girl.” Without waiting, he reaches between us, and I feel the brush of his cock against my slit. But all I get to do is let out a soft sound that might charitably be called a whine before he forces me downward with his hand on my thigh. His hips move up at the same time, driving him into me deeply, thanks to the way my thighs are spread over his.

I can’t help it. Ihowlwhen he buries himself in my pussy, and with both hands on my hips he moves me like a doll, like a toy as he fucks me hard and deep and impossibly thoroughly, like he’s on a goddamn mission.

But I don’t realize my eyes are closed until I feel something wet on my face. My eyes snap open just as I recognize the feel of his tongue on my cheek, and Huxley laps up my tears while he fucks me and holds me in place.

“You always taste so good, little bunny,” he groans. “So good for me, you know that? Fuck, maybe God finally loves me for something, or I’ve pleased the devil enough for him to have sent you to me. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made to be fucked like I own you.”

“You don’t—” At a particularly harsh thrust I drop my head into his shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, one hand wraps around my lower back, and he just continues to move, his hand on my leg adjusting me so he can hit even deeper.

I’ve never in my life come without someone—usually me, considering my history of partners—playing with my clit. But every time he sinks into my pussy, I swear I see stars, and before long I’m gasping again, my body desperately moving against his.

“Huxley!” I pant against his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin. “Hux, I’m?—”

“This is probably a good time to tell you I’ll be coming inside your pussy again. I love watching it leak out of you. Especially while you sleep. It’s like your body is just begging me to fill you back up, and fuck, I really will, Kai.” He laughs. “Come with me. Come on my cock. You know you’re just dying for it, pretty girl. Come on.I won’t ask again, Kai?—”

He doesn’t have to. I shriek as my body arches into him, and he only lasts for a few more seconds as my brain spirals. My eyes would probably be crossed if I didn’t have them clenched tight, and I can only focus on his sharp praises in my ear and the way he feels as he clenches me against him, like he wants me here.

Like heneedsme right here.

“Good girl,” I finally hear, though his words are broken up by his panting breaths. “Such a good girl for me. Soperfect. So fucked up.”

“I’m not—” I protest, but he tilts my head up and cuts me off with a growl as he nips at my lower lip.

“Don’t kid yourself, Kai. You’re probably just as fucked up as me.”

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