Page 120 of Frozen Hearts
I return his stare with an unfaltering one of my own, and this time, I deliberately let my teeth graze along his length as he thrusts into me. His hold on my cheek tightens, keeping me still, and he emits a throaty groan that goes straight to my core and has me clenching my thighs.
Watching me, he growls in a strained voice, “You’re going to swallow every drop of my cum like the dirty little whore you are.” It’s not a question but an order. One I am helpless to obey as he buries his dick in the back of my throat and comes.
Rope after rope of cum hits the back of my tongue before sliding down my throat. I can feel the excess leaking past my lips, and when he pulls out, he tucks his soft dick in his pants before lowering to a crouch in front of me.
Eyes raking over my face, he swipes his thumb across my chin before pressing it against my lips. “Open.”
I do as he says, and he pushes it into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the calloused pad, gathering the last of him before I swallow it too.
He lingers there, thumb in my mouth, as something more profound, electrically charged, and transcendent passes between us. He might have used crude words. This may have been done in a strange way with his friends watching, but it wasn’t a dirty act. It wasn’t shameful or embarrassing.
It was fucking hot.
And I’m not the only one who thinks so.
“Wow. Never thought I’d get off on watching you get your dick sucked, man, but that shit was fucking fire.” Logan whistles, his interruption breaking the moment as Royce slides his thumb out of my mouth and gets to his feet.
I blink up at him as he continues to stare down at me, his expression unreadable, except for the darkened hue of his irises, giving away the hint of desire he refuses to acknowledge.
Grayson scoffs, reminding me of his presence as my body stiffens. “Speak for yourself. Looked sloppy as hell to me. You’d think she would be well used to sucking dick by now.”
My cheeks redden in both anger and embarrassment, that shame I hadn’t felt before creeping in as I duck my head and wish for the ground to swallow me whole.
“That’s enough for tonight.” Royce’s tone cuts like a blade through the tension. “It’s late.”
“Yeah, I never got to sleep in this morning so I’m beat,” Logan agrees. I watch from the corner of my eye as he gets to his feet, squeezing his hard-on through his jeans.
“Fine,” Grayson reluctantly agrees, and I silently let out my relief. “One of you lock her back up.”
“Can’t we just leave her on the couch?” Logan whines. I don’t see what transpires between the three of them, but he tacks on, “She’ll be no fun if she’s complaining of a sore neck.”
“No!” Grayson barks. “If a sore neck is the worst of her worries, then we clearly need to up our game.”
That is the absolute last thing I want. I’ll happily accept sleeping on the floor over more torture from Grayson.
“It’s fine,” I intervene. “I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.”
“See. She’s fine.” With that, Grayson strides out the door. I remain steadfast on the floor as the room descends into silence.
“I’ll sort her out,” Logan says after several long minutes, where I can only assume some sort of silent communication was happening between him and Royce.
I can feel Royce’s probing gaze drilling into the top of my skull, yet I don’t lift my head. I can’t. I’m terrified of what I’ll read in his eyes if I do. Grayson successfully took what felt seductive and intoxicating and turned it into something disgusting and shameful. I’m officially fucking done with this night, and I just want them all to leave me alone to wallow in self-pity.
“Fine,” he eventually grunts out, turning on his heels, and his heavy boots stomp across the floor before the squeaking of hinges signals the shutting of the door.
And then there were two.
Silently, I get to my feet and move over to the pole. I’m so numb, I don’t even stop to redress or at least grab a t-shirt as I lower back onto my knees. The entire time, I can feel Logan watching me, but my gaze never once leaves the wooden floorboards.
Eventually, he sighs and moves toward me.
Instead of crouching in front of me like I expected, he lowers himself to the ground behind me.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he soothes in my ear as his large palm moves to rest on my hip before slowly sliding low across my abdomen. His fingers brush the waistband of my panties and I suck in a startled breath.
“I saw you earlier,” he whispers, his warm breath dancing along my ear and sending shivers racing down my spine. “You acted like you didn’t want it, but I saw the way you clenched your thighs, the blush on your chest.”
