Page 36 of Riot’s Thorn (Sons of Erebus: Reno, NV #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

PARKER

I ’d rather come with him inside me, but this’ll work for orgasm number one. Now that he’s shown me how incredible sex is, I never want to end a night without it. My hip jerk, and all I need is two more slides over his cock that’s somehow hard already, and I’ll come.

But he rolls us over again, and I lose my friction. The sound I make probably sounds like an indignant toddler, but come on. I was so close. It was right there.

“My balls aren’t drained,” he says.

“What?” I hear his words, but for some reason, they don’t register.

“I said your punishment was to drain my balls dry. As you can feel, there’s more in there for you.” He slides off the bed, standing proud, his cock jutting out in front of him. “Come over here and let your head hang over the edge.”

“Really?”

“Fuckin’ really. Do I need to stack another punishment on top of this one? Because I can edge you for weeks.”

“Edge?” I ask, knowing I won’t like whatever it is.

“I can bring you to the verge of coming and back off right before it hits, only to do it over and over again. Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“Then why are you arguing? Did you forget you belong to me? Did you forget you’re my little cock whore to do with as I please?”

“No.”

“Then get your sweet ass over here and open your mouth. I have more cum for you, and this time, you’ll swallow before thanking me for another deposit.”

Oh, god. He’s dead ass. Why does his anger have excitement growing in my belly? Anyone else would be afraid, but instead, I want this. His possession makes me feel desired and blinds me with the need to please him.

I spin until I’m on my back, head hanging off the side, right in front of his massive cock.

Before him, I thought penises were ugly and weird.

And from what my friends told me, ejaculate was disgusting, enough to make them want to throw up.

But Lucas’s cum isn’t bad at all, and knowing the reason it ends up in my pussy or my mouth is because I got him off makes me feel sexy and proud.

“This is my favorite position because I can see my cock go down your throat, piercings and all. But it requires you, Little Thorn, to relax and be strategic with your breaths. Think you can do that?”

“Yes.”

“It’s going to get messy.” He drags his tip around my lips, coating them in pre-cum. “If there’s extra saliva, just let it flow.”

“I can do it.”

“I know you can, my little slut. Anything for more of my cum.”

I nod, the switch from gentle to cruel keeping me on my toes and shocking my system in the best way. The highs and lows come so fast and furious, I never know which I’ll get. It’s exhilarating and demeaning at the same time, and I love each one in equal measure.

Without being asked, I lift my head and open my mouth.

He starts off easy, with gentle slides in and out.

When he’s apparently satisfied with my work, he increases the speed and depth.

This angle gives him a straight shot down my throat.

I haven’t worked out all the intricacies of a blow job, like how to deal with a sore jaw, but I thought my gag reflex was getting better.

Spoiler alert: it’s not.

I might have been okay without the piercings, but there’s no give to metal, so they hold my throat open wide and are harder to choke down.

And he was right about the saliva. I gag so many times, it pools until there’s too much and slips out of the corners of my mouth.

When I reach up to wipe it away, he bats my hands away.

“The only place I want your hand is between your legs, but you better not come,” he says.

What? How? If I go anywhere near there, I’ll come on the spot.

I won’t be able to control it. “Did you hear me? Fuck your sloppy cunt with those fingers. I want to hear how wet you are. But if you come, you’ll get another spanking, except this one will be on your pussy. ”

God, he just keeps getting dirtier and dirtier, kinkier and kinkier. It should terrify me, because how far do his boundaries go? Something tells me he’ll go as far as I’ll let him, but shouldn’t we talk about it? He leans over and smacks my pussy, shocking me.

Later. We’ll talk about it later.

I find he’s right: my pussy is sloppy. I’m so wet, and the sound is obscene as I begin to push my fingers in and out in time with each of his thrusts down my throat.

Avoiding my clit, since even a breeze could set me off, I fuck myself for the first time ever.

I’ve rubbed my clit and used a vibrator, but I never understood why I’d want to insert anything when what I was doing was working. Yeah, I get it now.

He palms my breasts, squeezing and testing their weight. My nipples are so sensitive, his roughened skin stimulates them in the most satisfying way. Combined with the way I’m teasing myself, I don’t know how I’ll be able to hold off.

Slap .

I hear the sound before my mind can catch up with the fact that he just smacked my boob.

Slap, slap, slap . He gives the other the same treatment before aiming for my peaked nipples and giving them a swat.

If I hadn’t felt it for myself, I’d never believe it feels good when someone hits your breasts, but god, it makes my toes curl in pleasure.

Lucas pushes in even further and holds himself in place this time. My back bows, and I fight not to smack his thigh, even though the lack of air sends me into a panic. I want to show him I can do this, that I can handle whatever he throws my way.

He slaps my throat and rubs up and down. Can he feel that? Damn. I wish I had a dick so I could do that.

He comes with a roar as he spurts down my throat. There’s so much of it, I gag and choke, trying to push him away. That’s an instinctual reaction, though. I want him right where he is. Thankfully, the last thread of my sanity stops me from doing the one thing that’ll get him to pull out.

“You’re such a good fuckin’ girl. Take all of it, baby. Goddamn, you’re such a good slut for me!” He pulls out, leaving a string of saliva and cum connecting us, and with strength he shouldn’t have, he spins me around. “Hold your knees to your chest.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I wasn’t going to let you come tonight. I was going to edge you until you cried for me, but I can’t do it. I need to eat this pussy. I need to feel you come around my fingers. Give it to me.”

The fervor with which he devours me, along with the couple of hours he’s kept me teetering, has me exploding embarrassingly fast. I grind my pussy against his face and scream his name as I’m taken over by a pleasure I can’t even describe.

“Damn, baby. I didn’t even get my fingers in you. Do it again,” he says, his chin glistening with my arousal.

I’m so sensitive, it hurts when he sucks my clit, but I know he won’t let up.

Soon enough, that pain will turn. His scratchy beard abrades my thighs, and his one finger turns into two before increasing to three, filling me up completely.

He twists them and makes a ‘come hither’ motion that takes all attention away from my clit as something deeper builds inside me.

“Oh, god, Lucas. I’m gonna come again. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

“I’m gonna make you squirt so hard.” He stands, one hand pressing on my lower pelvis, the other still stuffing me with three fingers, but instead of rubbing my G-spot, they pump in and out quickly, creating a suction that makes an obscene sound.

“Oh, god. I don’t know. . . I think. . . Lucas, stop!” I squirm and writhe, but he pins me in place, his hand moving impossibly fast.

Like being hit by a freight train, I come hard.

Fluid shoots out of me and splashes on the floor, probably all over Lucas too, but I couldn’t control it if I wanted to.

I’m too lost to the ecstasy flooding my system.

I grab onto it, holding it as long as I possibly can because it feels so good.

Eventually, it ebbs, and I reenter my body.

“You’re such a beautiful goddamn mess,” Lucas says, shaking his hand and sending droplets of whatever the hell that was all over the place.

Oh, god. Was that pee? Did I just pee all over? How embarrassing! He’s never going to want to do that again, which is a shame because, wow.

“I’m sorry,” I say, unsure what someone says after they’ve pissed themselves. “I’ll clean it up.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? That was incredible.

I’ve only seen it happen in porn.” He climbs over me, holding himself up on his elbows and kisses me.

Our tastes mingle, and despite everything that just happened, I’m ready for more.

“My dirty little whore, squirting all over and making such a mess. Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. ”

He thankfully cleans up because I wouldn’t know where to start while I get the shower going. I’m sweaty, sticky, and covered in bodily fluids. But looking at myself in the mirror, waiting for the water to warm, I dare say I look happy. How is that possible?

It’s Lucas. There’s something about him that gives me everything I never knew I wanted, a life where I’m not expected to be anyone I don’t want to be and somewhere safe where I can explore my sexuality without shame.

Once the water is sufficiently warm, I step into the spray. I’m not there long before I hear the door open, and Lucas peers at me around the shower curtain.

“I want to shave you,” he says.

My cheeks heat. All my friends have regular waxing appointments, but I never joined because no one was going to see it anyway. I mean, it’s not a jungle down there, I do keep things trim for bathing suit purposes, but I’m not bare either.

“I can do it. You don’t need?—”

“I want to, and you’re going to let me.”

“Okay,” I draw out, trying to be brave. This man has become intimately acquainted with my vagina in the last couple of days, so this shouldn’t be a big deal.

He opens the curtain partway and sits on the edge of the tub, completely naked, his long, pierced cock limp between his legs. It looks much less intimidating like this. He’s come prepared with a razor and shaving cream he places next to him. “Come close and put your foot on the tub next to me.”

The position opens me up to him completely, and I stare at the ceiling as he squirts shaving cream into his palm before smearing it down my pussy. The first swipe of the razor makes me jump. “This is humiliating.”

“It’s not embarrassing for me to get to know my pussy.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s mine since it’s on my body.”

“Which also belongs to me.”

I roll my eyes. “I haven’t even seen myself that up close.”

“You don’t need to since I’m the one who buries my face between your legs.”

“I know, but when we’re”—I give him a knowing look—“doing things, I get caught up in the moment and it doesn’t matter. This is more. . . clinical.”

“Would it make it better for you if I finger fucked you while I shaved?”

“No!” I cover my face with my hand.

“Hold still. I don’t want to cut you.”

I peer down at him, watching as he works. He’s so serious, it’s actually kind of cute, especially when he holds my skin taut and his tongue peeks out between his lips in concentration.

“Why do you want me bare?” I ask, curious if this is a comfort thing or what.

“I want to be able to see what’s mine, and the hair hides it from me.”

His possessive tendencies are red flags, but I think the reason he wants to believe I’m an extension of himself and not my own person is that he lacks the self-confidence to know he’s worth being chosen.

If I can convince him he doesn’t need to force me when I want to be with him, it’ll be better for both of us.

The fact I even have to make this plan should be enough of a warning that I need to escape and run far away from him, but I don’t want that. He’s gotten under my skin, and somehow, during the lowest point of my life, he’s been the only good thing to come out of this.

“It’s still weird.”

“Not weird. You have the prettiest pink pussy. Now turn around, put your leg back up, and bend forward a little.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because there’s a little hair near your asshole.”

If I thought I was dying of embarrassment before, I was wrong. Now I am truly dying of embarrassment. “Lucas, I?—”

“Do it now, Little Thorn. This isn’t a negotiation.”

Hesitantly, I turn around and present my ass to him. God, could this get any weirder? The answer is yes because he smears shaving cream over my back hole and shaves. My cheeks flame hot as I stare at the shower wall.

When I hear him stand and no longer feel the cold metal of a razor, I ask, “Done?”

His answer comes by way of him wrapping his arms around my middle and kissing my neck. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”

“Not sure how true that is, but thanks.” I give him a chance to get under the water and wash up before we swap positions, and I quickly wash and condition my hair. After rinsing, I open my eyes to find him watching me and stroking his very hard penis.

“The way the water drips off your tiny little nipples is so sexy.”

“You’re hard again?” I ask.

“Still. I’m hard still . And you aren’t done draining my balls.” He goes from sweet to vulgar in the blink of an eye. “Time to get out and finish the job.”

I suck him off two more times before I pass out.

If that didn’t drain his balls, I don’t know what will.