Page 47 of Whiskey Sour
As well as he can manage, he shakes his head.
“Because I like my slut dressed up for me,” I rasp, my cock already inching to be in that pretty pink mouth. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? Just a slut for me to use. A hole I can fuck until I’m satisfied?”
“Yes.” Moaning his eyes flutter shut as pleasure vibrates through him. “I’m your slut, Cassius. Make me dirty. Hurt me. Teach me?—”
He’s cut off when my free hand connects with his cheek.
Let me clarify. I’dneverhurt my sunshine. But this is the kind of pain he wants. The distracting kind. The kind that makes him feel fulfilled. If a light bitch slap is what he needs, I’ll give it to him any day of the week.
But it’s also entirely selfish, isn’t it? I needthis too. It’s for different reasons, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I thrive on control.
And controlling Skylar in bed is becoming my biggest fantasy come to life.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I growl, tugging him forward as I hold my cock right in front of his open mouth. “I want to see your tears.” I lick my lips as I rub my cock against the tip of his tongue, groaning and dropping my head back. “Fuck me. If you need to breathe at any point, pinch my thigh. If not, fucking take it like the whore you are.”
And with that, I make myself a home in my best friend’s mouth.
It’s like heaven feeling him gag around me. One hand reaches down to grasp his cock, but I pull out and hold him at a distance before he can. “What did I say?” I growl and give him another light slap. “Were you supposed to move your fucking hands?”
“N-No,” he stutters, tears already in his eyes as he tries to chase my cock. “Cass, please. Give it to me.”
I click my tongue at him and smack his cheek with my cockhead. “Are you going to listen?”
“Yes, yes,” he cries, nodding diligently as he places his hands back on my thighs. “I’ll be so good for you. Please.”
The way he begs is just so…Fuck.It makes me chuckle darkly as I move my hand to palm the back of his head. “Such a dirty cockslut. You really can’t live without it, can you?”
He shakes his head once again, crying when I don’t give him what he wants.
“Say it, sunshine. Tell me what a whore you are.”
“I’m a w-whore,” he sobs, but the pleasure in his eyes is undeniable. His voice is throaty, desperate, and needy. “I’m such a whore, Cassy. All I need is a fat cock. Please, shut me up. Fuck my throat. Use me.”
I put him out of his misery by shoving my cock back into his mouth. This time, he listens. He doesn’t move his hands as I completely wreck him. I don’t show him any mercy, because that’s not what he wants. He wants to forget, he wants to let go, and he wants to be free. The way he whimpers around my length confirms that. I’m trying to last, I really am, but it’s so goddamn hard.
Because I start thinking about the other men Skylar has been with. Weirdly enough, it doesn’t make me jealous or furious. Instead, I feel…powerful. Almost smug. I don’t have any reason to be angry. Not really. Especially not when I look down at Skylar.
He’s beautiful.
Tears streaming down his face, snot pouring out of his nose, drool seeping from his open mouth. It’s not just the knowledge that I’m fucking him when others aren’t.
It’s the way he looks at me. Like he’s so grateful that I’m doing this for him. Like he’s been missing it this entire time.
Like no one else has ever or will ever be able to give him this.
I said I would hold back, but I can’t. The hot, wet suction of his mouth is driving me wild. The whines and the whimpers are turning me insane. I’m tunneling in and out of him, and it’s what I’ve wanted for years.
“F-Fuck,” I choke out, now using my hands to bob his head on my cock. “Gonna come in this perfect fuckhole, sunshine. Fuck—Yes— Jesus! Fuck! Take all of it, Skylar. Fucking take it!”
Surging forward one last time, I feel myself hit the back of his throat as rope after rope of cum jets out of me. I’m breathless as I let go of him and take a step back, struggling to stay up. I compose myself just long enough to see Skylar desperately shuttling his hand on his cock. His mouth is still open, tongue still panting with the remains of my cum. He’s wild and lost, in such a daze, he doesn’t even realize he’s grinding on the floor as he fucks himself.
I stagger back and sit on the bed, just watching as his tiny body curls in on itself. He comes with a broken sob, cum spurting out of him and landing on the hardwood floor. He sags, holding himself up with trembling arms, but I’m not done yet.
“Skylar?”
“Nghhh.”
“Sunshine, look at me.”
