Page 173 of Drown Like Heaven
Maybe because I used to do it on his chest, on his gorgeous fucking face, in his—
Dakota moved her chest forward again and I had to stifle my groan when the movement on the couch made her tank top pull down a little. Her eyes found mine for a fraction of a second, and I knew she was doing it on purpose.Micah can’t see this.
Again, she pressed against the couch between my thighs, her neckline creeping lower and lower on the side her strap had slipped loose. I lifted her off my dick, trying to prolong my orgasm, and she dipped her head lower to lick around the base of my cock, sliding her tongue down over my balls.
I could feel the way she was shaking as her top finally stretched down low enough to expose her nipple. I was shaking too, with the need to haul her up onto my lap and suck on thatnipple, while shoving my hand down her shorts and seeing how wet this messed-up situation was making her.
This is beyond fucking insane. My ex boyfriend is watching me get my balls sucked by his current student.
The wet sounds of her sucking my cock were stark in the otherwise quiet room, save for her soft mewls and moans as she rubbed her nipple on the leather, and my own heavy breathing. I was coming undone, losing my goddamn mind, about to explode into a thousand pieces. She cupped my balls, sucking me harder now, faster, like she knew how close I was.
My breath sawed in and out of my chest and my eyes met with Micah’s for a final moment. His stare was so dark it sent a primal rush through my veins.
And then I tilted my head back, eyes sliding shut as I came in Dakota’s mouth.
My muscles tightened, chest heaving, fingers threading through her hair, pleasure stabbing up my spine. She didn’t shy away, didn’t stop the soft movement of her tongue. She was so fucking good to me, even when she was being evil.
“Don’t swallow,” Micah said as she carefully lifted her head off me, mouth full of my cum, nervous eyes latching to mine. She held her lips together, tears making her cheeks shine as she turned back to Micah.
Dread was heavy in my gut, the high of my orgasm dissolving.
She discreetly pulled her top back into place, then stood up and slowly walked across the carpet to where he stood up from his chair.
“Come here.”
He grabbed her throat and kissed her without a moment of hesitation. My stomach plummeted. I could tell Dakota was shocked by it, but she didn’t pull away.
Micah kept his eyes open and pinned on me, holding eye contact as his tongue swept into Dakota’s open mouth, his erection pressing against her stomach. She moaned softly, clutching his shoulders.
Their kiss was sloppy and deep, their tongues sliding together as they shared myfuckingcum between them.
Shit.
I flexed my jaw, clenched my hands in fists, fighting back the tortured groan threatening to escape my chest.
Micah grabbed Dakota’s ass, his fingers digging into her slender curves, and the look in his eye so goddamn cruel I felt myself getting hard again. He was licking my cum off her tongue, and not doing a damn thing to hide how much he was enjoying it. Licking the physical proof of how good Dakota’s mouth had felt on me, and getting turned on from the taste.
It wassick.
My mistake had been thinking the blowjob was the punishment, not knowing he had something even worse planned. Everything was a power play with him, and I’d been dumb enough to forget that for a few minutes.
His eyes slid shut and he cupped the back of her head, fingers gliding through her hair along her scalp. She pressed up on her tiptoes, arching into him. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, massaging her soft flesh, squeezing her like he owned her.Fuck him.When his other hand slipped between her legs, I took that as my cue to leave. I wasn’t about to watch him finger her.
I got up from the couch, raking a hand over my head and trying to rip my eyes away from the sight of my current obsession getting felt up by my old one. A masochistic, perverted sort of heat built low in my stomach.
Micah put her on her knees, towering over her, looking down at her on the floor like she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.My mind had never been so tangled in my life. I turned abruptly and forced myself to walk towards the stairs.
“Make me come first, and then I’ll give you your turn,” he murmured.
I would hate myself every day for the rest of my life because I turned then, and Micah was already staring at me. HeknewI would look back at him. He was unzipping his pants, taking Dakota’s face in his hand. The glimpse I got of his cock before I tore my eyes away had my own thickening again, and I hated myself even more for that.
Sometimes, I missed it. Micah was the only man I’d done shit with, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon. I was mostly straight—except for with him. It’d been years since I’d taken a dick in my ass, but thinking about it made my entire body get impossibly hot.
Forcing my feet to move, I finally made it upstairs, away from the sounds of Dakota doing to Micah what she’d just done to me.Does it turn you on, knowing you’re fucking the same mouth I just fucked? Are you getting hard thinking about my cock between those pouty lips?
Are you taking pride in all the ways you just fucked with my brain?
I had to jerk off again in the shower, then I fell into bed, my body exhausted.
