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Shivers of excitement ran down my spine as he held me there, his hips rocking and circling, as he prolonged my depraved pleasure in being used by him. I’m just his slut. I just want him to use me and degrade me, because I know it’s an act with him. I know he’s playing into what we enjoy, without actually thinking of me in that way.
He released me, and I gasped for breath for the few seconds he gave me, before he dragged my face back down, impaling my throat once more.
“Gonna fuck this whore throat of yours, bitch. What else are you good for, huh?” He started fucking my face, my throat, and it felt so good. It felt like my mind had completely disconnected, and all that remained was peace, and freedom. All that mattered was his pleasure, and that was getting me off too.
“Ride those slutty fingers of yours, while you choke on this thick cock. I wanna feel you trying to cry out when you come, only instead you’ll just get a faceful of my dick. Gonna fill your throat with my thick salty cum, and you better swallow every fucking drop, or I’ll make you wear it on your face back to the fucking clubhouse. Everyone will know you’remy… fucking… cumslut!”
He punctuated those last few words with brutal thrusts, sending both of us into orgasm almost at the same time, and gasping with my release, while trying not to choke on cum, is difficult, but not completely impossible. When I started to cough, he started patting my back, like maybe he’d help me stop. See? He’s a twisted bastard when it comes to sex, but he cares. He loves me. He actually loves me.
Torch dropped down beside me, using his hands to clear the mess from my face, dropping a gentle kiss on my lips before he got up again, grabbed some paper towels and wet them. Then, like the man who completely understands me and my fucked up brain, he helped me clean up, so I wouldn’t be losing my mind over things being out of order, or messy.
“Thanks, babe. You always know what I need,” he whispered, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my nose. This man who just brutally throat-fucked me, and called me degrading names, was now worshipping me, like the sweetheart he was on the inside.
“Always, Torch. I love you, you twisted bastard.” He chuckled softly.
“And I love you, whether you’re on your knees taking my cock, or bossing me around in that hot doc voice of yours.”
We both suddenly sobered, as reality crashed back down on us.Time to face the music.
Twenty-Six
Theclubhousewassombrewhen we reached the main bar area, with a lot of brothers sitting staring morosely at their drinks, an uncomfortable silence making the place seem bigger and more intimidating. I use that word, because Grace seemed to press more tightly against me as we walked through it, and I could sense her discomfort.
“Is it true, man?” Rocket asked, standing up as we passed him. He’d been good friends with Micro too, so I could see how he’d be feeling pretty much like I was. Lost and fucking confused.Betrayed.
“Looks that way. Are they in the basement?”
He nodded, looking edgy and uncomfortable.
“Is he gonna die?”
That’s the fucking question, right? I lifted my shoulders, feeling Grace squeeze me tighter against her.
“Reacher down there?”
He nodded. “Literally just arrived before you. Uh… keep us posted, yeah? We need to know that this isn’t some mistaken identity shit going on. He’s a brother, right up until he isn’t, right?” Ain’t that the truth. I slapped his back as I nodded.
“I’ll get down there.”
Grace kept walking with me, and it suddenly occurred to me that this wasn’t happening. Fuck no.
“Babe, you can’t.”
She lifted her eyebrows at me, sassy doc mode engaging right before my eyes.
“I have every right to support my man, Mr North. What if you need me? What if someone gets injured down there? I bet Ice is down there, and he needs to be careful of his face. It’s only butterfly stitches, but if he re-injures it, it could need more.” Fuck. Finally I agreed to let her come with, as long as she stayed outside the door unless she was needed.
As it turned out, she wasn’t the only old lady hovering out there when we arrived. I nodded at the group of ladies, as I squeezed past and reached for the door handle. Whatever the fuck was about to happen, I needed to be there for it.
Lissa grabbed Grace’s hand and offered me a grim smile, but I got her point. She didn’t necessarily want to be there, but she knew others might need her.
I opened the door and went inside.
“Finally. You think we’ve got nothing better to do than stand around waiting for you?” Stitch hissed at me, as I joined them, and fixed my eyes immediately on the large form of my good friend, who was already looking a little beaten and bloody, but remained defiant.
“He was probably throat-fucking his lady. They like doing that stuff. He calls her a filthy whore and stuff. It’s really hot,” Micro said with a chuckle, laughing louder when Has punched him for it.
“What have I missed so far?” I asked, not addressing his words, or him at all. I had to focus on the facts here, and on what we’d find out. I might be the only one rooting for him in the end, and I still had a big issue with the fact that one of my closest friends buried a knife in my back, and left me for dead.
