Page 172 of Drown Like Heaven
Controlling everything.
Dakota straddled my lap but I didn’t touch her, keeping my hands firmly at my sides, looking at Micah over her shoulder. How far did he want me to take this? She put her palms on my chest, leaning forward to kiss my jaw, then down my throat, her flickering tongue warm and wet on my skin. Blood rushed to my cock, pumping me stiff.
Her lips brushed up the hollow of my neck, lingering just below my ear. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear it. The first real thing she’d said to me all week.
I didn’t want to forgive her, but I would.I’ll always fucking forgive you, baby, because you messed my mind up so bad I’m never getting it back.
She climbed off my lap, kneeling between my feet on the floor, fingers already curling in the waistband of my sweats. I swallowed, hard. Her eyes dragged up my body, lingering on my own for a second, displaying all her twisted emotions. Fear, lust, pain, eagerness. She turned her gaze back to what she was doing.
I didn’t know whether to look at her or at Micah.
An agonizing moment of tension reeled out between the three of us, everyone anticipating the moment Dakota would cross this new line. The air was perfectly still, my own pulse the only sound thumping in my ears.
Is this seriously happening?
“Do it,” Micah ordered.
And then Dakota yanked my sweats down, my erection springing free between us.
I looked rapidly across the room to watch Micah staring at my dick, his eyes fixated on it. My jaw clenched painfully as I sucked in a deep breath, my stomach flexing.What the fuck are we doing? Why are you making her do this?
Too horny to care about resisting his game anymore, I took myself in my hand, then wrapped Dakota’s hair around my fist, guiding her mouth to the head of my cock.
She parted her lips, allowing my dick to slide between them, so pink and soft and wet with her saliva. I inhaled through my nose, a zap of electricity skittering up my spine.
Micah didn’t look away for a single second.
I wished I knew what he was thinking.
One of Dakota’s hands stayed on my thigh, nails digging into me, and the other wrapped around the base of my cock, moving with her mouth as she began to bob her head. Her tits were pressed against the couch cushion, one of the thin straps from her tank top sliding off her slender shoulder, wrapped loose and flimsy around her upper arm. I pushed my dick into her throat and the motion of her swallowing squeezed my tip.
I wanted it rougher, faster, harder, sloppier. But how could I get that from her without betraying the fact that I’d already done this with her? How could I shove her head down, make her choke on me, pinch off her air, without making Micah suspicious?
It was a special kind of torture, of twisted punishment.
Micah’s eyes drifted down, probably looking at Dakota’s ass in her tiny shorts, her bare feet on the carpet, her hair draping down her spine. Both his hands remained on the armrests of the chair, but I could see he was hard.
Our combined scents smothered the air in the room, ocean and forest mixing with the weaker smell of Dakota’s arousal. Soft and human, nothing like the force of angelic pheromones.
Dakota pulled off of me for a second to catch her breath and give her jaw a break, using her hand to keep stroking my length while her stare locked onto mine. Her eyes were glossy, a few tears starting to drip down her cheeks, and her lips were swollen. We needed to break our eye contact, to go back to pretending we didn’t know each other, but I justcouldn’t. She was embedded into my skull, consuming my every thought.
I wanted to hurt her. To do something terrible to her.
My brain was full of sick fantasies, images of Dakota under the water, fighting me, clawing at my arms, scratching my skin, her long hair swirling all around us, my hand tightening on her little throat.Risky. Pushing a line that shouldn’t be pushed. Going too far, always going too far.But she was sick like me, and maybe her brain was thinking of the same fantasies because she was staring at me like she wanted me to punish her for choosing him over me.
My fucked-up, messy, addictive, fear-seeking little masochist.
She rocked forward on her knees, shifting her chest on the couch cushion, then lowered her mouth to my dick again, takingme deep. Micah’s hand tensed and flexed, like he needed to grab something—his cock or something else—and my own cock throbbed in response. I wished he would. Wished he’d get his dick out like mine was, so I could see it.
Still, he remained composed.
And I was getting sloppier.
Fuck.
Dakota’s mouth felt so good I couldn’t help the way my hips twitched upwards, or the way my fingers tightened in her hair.Her body under mine, fighting…My gun jammed against her pretty fucking skull…I’d never actually kill her; I’d never hurt her in a way she couldn’t come back from, but that wasn’t the point. We both knew Icould.
I was almost panting now, and I knew I was going to come soon if she kept doing what she was doing. The thought of shooting my cum down Dakota’s throat in front of Micah made me really goddamn hard, and I didn’t want to examine why that might be.
