Page 22 of The Fight For Survival

I end up outside Mia and Dan's house. I have nowhere else to go, and I'm hoping, because I stayed there last night, they might be kind enough to take me in for one more.

I climb the two steps leading to their door and knock. The entry is pulled open, and a scowling Dan stands there. I am taken aback at first because, from what I have seen, Dan is typically quite laid back. This look on his stunning face doesn't suit him.

"What do you want?" Starting to second guess my decision to come here, I hesitate. "Can I come in?" I'm ready to have the door slammed in my face, but he surprises me when he leaves it open, walking off into the living room. Taking that as an invitation, I follow him, closing the front door behind me.

There's a football game quietly playing on the tv in the background. Dan has sat back on the couch with a half bottle of whiskey clutched in his inked-up hands. I sit on the corner of the sofa, and he looks at me. He gestures to me and asks, "what happened to your face?" I touch my bruised, split lip, wincing. "Kane. Yours?" indicating to his red rim eyes.

"Mia," he huffs out.

"Huh," I nod, accepting the whiskey bottle he offers. I take a pull and hand it back.

Glancing around the quiet living room, I assume Mia isn't here, but I ask anyway.

"She's probably at her Mom's house. I kind of kicked her out tonight." I stare at him with my mouth agape.

He tells me what had happened, his words slurring from the effects of the whisky by the time he finishes. I take another drink, feeling the results myself.

"Sounds like you three still have a lot to talk about," I say, laying my head back against the sofa.

"I don't want to talk about them anymore. Come here," Dan demands, causing my head to snap in his direction. His eyes are glazed. Running my eyes over his face, down his tight-fitted grey t-shirt to his sweatpants. My eyes widen and snap back to his when his cock twitches at my attention.

There's an intensity on his face that causes me to gulp, bringing his attention to my adam's apple. He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, causing a small moan to leave my mouth.

"What is happening here?" I ask warily. I'm pretty sure he's coming onto me, but I want to be sure before I make a fool of myself. Dan rubs at the erection he's sporting and growls," No more talking. Come. Here." I feel myself following his demand without thought, walking over to him and standing between his legs. He widens them, "Kneel," a command I am too weak to ignore. My knees hit the hardwood floor with a crunch, but the alcohol in my veins lessens the pain.

"Daniel-" I lick my dry lips.

"Cade," he snaps.

"Huh?"

"Call me Cade," his hand is now inside his pants, rubbing his hard cock in slow, languid strokes. "I like those close to me to call me Cade," his lust-filled eyes connect with mine. "And we're about to get real close," he says huskily before wrapping his warm, calloused hand around my throat.

I know alcohol plays a big part in our actions, and we will probably regret it tomorrow. but right now? I couldn't give a fuck about the repercussions.

Cade's hand squeezes my throat with just enough pressure to keep my eyes on his. He leans forward and brings his lips close to mine. Even the slightest movement and they'd be touching. His breath, clean with a hint of whiskey, brushes my face when he speaks. "Do you want this?" His tone low. Of course, I fucking wanted this. Did I think we were doing the right thing? Hell no, but for me, there's no going back.

I take in his blond hair, messy from a night of running his hands through it. His chocolate brown eyes are smoldering as they wait for my reply. "Yes, I want this," I hiss when he leans in and bites my bottom lip, causing the already painful wound to reopen. The sting doesn't last long when he licks over the damage before slamming his lips to mine, causing our teeth to clash.

Fuck, this is hot.

I taste my blood on our tongues, making us both moan before deepening the kiss. I'm needy, and he must be, too, because our kiss is all teeth and tongues of messy carnal need. Cade's hand releases my throat and goes to the back of my neck, slanting my head to the side to deepen the kiss even more. He tastes like whiskey and bad choices, and I want more.

Pulling back and licking his lips, biting on the bottom one so seductively, Cade slips his sweatpants past his ass, just enough to free himself. Fuck he is delicious. His length is probably more than I can handle, but I'll take it without complaint.

Please him,a dark voice whispers in my mind.

Cade gives his cock a few hard strokes, causing a bead of precome to leak from the tip. I groan, and he lets go of his cock, making it bob against his t-shirt. Doing nothing but stare at his sexy, smoldering eyes, I get distracted when he removes his t-shirt revealing his hard-toned chest and abs.

Cade isn't built like a fighter, but he must work out because he has been rewarded muscle from hard work. He has a delicious dragon tattoo running up the right side from his thigh, and it looks like it wraps around his back. It's all black, with the odd bit of colors blue and green thrown in. Cade snaps me out of my inspection.

"I want you to take me in your mouth," Cade tells me with that demanding timber, making my cock weep. I lift my hand and wrap it around his generous hard length. He pulses in my hand, letting out a low groan. Throwing his head back against the couch, he hisses, "suck me."

With. Pleasure.

I start by putting my mouth around his tip, moaning at the salty taste of his precome. Cade growls, "Fuck!" and grabs my hair to hold me still as he shoves himself all the way down my throat, causing me to gag from the size and force of the intrusion.

However, Cade is too lost in his lust to stop and pounds into my mouth repeatedly. Fuck, this is the best blowjob I've ever been a part of. Cade is a fucking savage. I undo my jeans with one hand while bracing myself with the other, holding onto Cade's thigh.