Page 23 of Better Run
“God,” he growls.
Tingles run across my skin. I bring my hands up to his dick, but I get a sharp jerk on my hair.
“I said play with yourself. I want you to come thinking about how full we could make you.”
I drop my right hand down and continue to suck. I use my left hand to squeeze the base of his dick and slurp up and down. I put my hand down my pants and moan at how good it feels.
Cole moans too.
“Hear that? Hear how good you’re making him feel?” Jayden growls. “That’s a good little slut.”
I lick around his tip while playing with myself, then slide him into the back of my throat. I relax and swallow him down.
“Jesus,” Cole stutters his hips, clearly wanting to take over but holding back. I bob on him, then pull back to take in a breath. I go back in, swallowing him down again, this time playing with his balls.
He releases his restraint and starts fucking my mouth and throat hard. I look up, tears leaking out of my eyes and snot coming out of my nose. The cordial Cole is no longer there. His eyes are hard and angry. He looks feral.
My clit throbs as I rub fast. All the pent-up desire from yesterday and today fills my veins. I’ve never been so turned on. Pleasure floods me, and I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You gonna come, kitten?” Jayden growls in my ear. It takes effort, but I flip him off with the finger around Cole’s dick. He chuckles darkly.
Cole hasn’t let me take a breath, and things are starting to feel fuzzy and full of pleasure. I rub faster, and the pleasure builds and builds.
“Come for us, pretty whore.”
Lightning streaks through me, and all my muscles tense. I come hard and cry out around his dick.
I’m vaguely aware of Cole also shouting and jerking. Warmth spills down my throat. I swallow as my inner muscles pulse over and over.
“Fuck.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp in a breath. I heave for oxygen and the hand in my hair releases.
“Fuck she was too good, I had to come.”
Pleasure still fogs my mind. I hear movement, but I just sit still and float in the haze. Part of me notices someone crouching in front of me and picking me up. There’s movement and stairs, and I hear a shower turn on.
A shower! I haven’t showered since I got here. I blink and find myself and Cole in a small bathroom with a standup shower, the water steaming.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe. I strip my clothes and hop in. The water feels glorious, and I feel like I’ve gone to heaven as hot streams cut down my body. I stand in the stream for a long time, soaking away all the grime. The bandage on my foot gets soaked, and still I stand some more.
“There’s soap on the shelf.”
I jump. I forgot Cole was in here. He leans back against the sink, arms crossed, watching me.
I reach for it and scrub myself down. I don’t want to leave the shower. Clarity is beginning to come back, and when I leave, I know I’ll have to face reality.
“You can go now,” I tell him.
“You look like you’re going to fall asleep standing up. No.”
I turn away so he doesn’t see my nakedness as easily. The water begins to cool, and I cover my breasts and look for a towel.
He hands me one, and I wrap myself up and stare at him.
“Piss off, pretty boy.”
His look shifts from hunger to darkness. “What was that little one?” He looks like he’ll jam his cock down my throat again, and I swallow, too sore for that.
“Please leave. I’m going to get dressed.”
