My eyes fluttered at the thought. Not knowing how to respond.
“Yeah, my little demon likes that.”
I nodded, constricted by his hold on me.
I liked it a fucking lot.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Soap – Melanie Martinez
Madden
Andy peered up at me, her eyes glassy from the assault of my cock. She had spit draped down the sides of her lips as if she couldn’t contain it from leaking out. She looked like a goddamn mess, but so good.
She and the person she spoke to might have been hushed, but the anger pressing against my chest from their phone call gnawed at me. Especially the mention of that loser, Brandon. Anger festered in me as she blew me off and then when his name was repeated, I knew I needed to release the tension welling up inside me. It threatened to spill over while she spoke in whispers. Something about how she kept her voice small seemed evasive, like she was hiding something.
I told the guys to pack it up, that I needed a minute. And I did. Like a fucking dog on a tree, I needed to claim my territory.
Not once in my short life had I wanted to claim anyone like I did Andy. She brought me an insane amount of chaos thrumming through my veins. It sucked me dry of all sense and bled me with obsession.
No one could have her again.
I’d make sure of it somehow.
Pressing my dick to her open mouth, I chased the spit, wanting it all over me. She eyed me, her eyes big and brown, and wanton.
This wasn’t about her pleasure, even though I knew she was wet. She got a satisfied thrill when I was mean to her, especially when I treated her like she was nothing.
I saw it in the way she lit up at the word whore and when I praised her thereafter. There was always a fine line between praise and degradation and toeing that line, watching her fall apart, brought me so much pleasure.
Finally, I noticed her bottom lip sprouting out, a pout, one I would heed soon. But she took that choice away, pressing her open mouth over my head, sucking harshly.
“Fuck, Andy,” I groaned, feeling her teeth press into the tender flesh. She smiled around me, her eyes showing a type of determination she used to have when she was happy.
Gripping the back of her skull, I replayed our first time. Just like before, I used her mouth as my own personal fuck box, thrusting hard and deep. She gagged, her eyes sprouting tears. They wet her cheeks in a warpath of their own.
I’d conquer her, this battle was mine to win.
She tried swallowing and I felt the constriction of her throat. “Settle, relax your throat.” She did and I patted her head reassuringly. I couldn’t tell if she loved or hated the action, but as the two emotions fought it out, I figured it was a little of both.
Her throat relaxed and I fucked her thoroughly, using her hair as my own reins to keep going. “That’s right, take all of me, baby.”
She shivered, her nipples all hard, straining against her shirt, staring at me. I wanted to lick them, flick across the sensitive brown nubs as she bowed into me.
Her nipples were sensitive, much like the head of my cock. She always moaned louder when my lips wrapped around them. And fuck, I loved sucking them.
“Are you ready to accept your punishment, little demon?” She nodded, choking on the movement. I pulled off her, jerking myself in kind. “Open your mouth.”
She did, pressing her tongue out. Her eyes didn’t look away from me as I jerked. My orgasm built at my balls, tingling up my spine. When the first rope came out it hit her tongue, but her punishment wasn’t a simple tongue splooge. No, she got the entire fucking pearl necklace.
I stroked through each ribbon, painting her skin as she stared at me in awe. “Such a good little whore, Andy. Taking your nephew’s cum.”
The expectant expression on her face made my balls ache. I reached down, gathering the cum on my fingers, smearing it across her throat, dragging it up to her mouth and shoving it inside. It sucked wasting the chance to fill her up, but this was second best, putting it inside her body elsewhere.
She licked around my fingers with purpose, swirling her tongue erotically. When she bit me, I smirked. She wanted to come, it was obvious. But edging meant a long fucking trip of no orgasms for her.
Especially since punishments weren’t meant to be entirely enjoyable.
“Get up, rinse off, and I’ll meet you back here.”
She blinked a few times, arguments running behind her eyes, like she wanted to slap me and tell me to lick her cunt. Standing, she turned and headed toward our bedroom.
“And, Andy?” I waited for her to turn to me. The fire in her eyes told me how angry and probably embarrassed she was—which I told her she would be. “You’re not allowed to come. Do not touch your cunt.”
She grumbled something, her eyes narrowing. “I’ll make you wait longer if you sass me, little demon. Might as well take your punishment in kind.”
Her arms locked, folded against each other as she stomped away. A chuckle left me as I put my spent dick away, grabbing my shirt.
The guys would definitely give me shit for this, but I didn’t fucking care. Andy and I were a tumultuous volcano waiting to burst.
We’ll see who begged first. Her or me.
***
“Where are you going?” Stony asked, his eyes roaming over Andy then me. We stood near the door to the hotel. It smelled of baked potatoes and ham, the food the guys ordered earlier while waiting for Candy permeating the air. Her flight was delayed, so I decided to take Andy out. She didn’t realize what was in store for her.
“It’s a secret,” Andy surmised with a pout. Much like me, she didn’t appreciate surprises. Unlike her, though, I’d never given her a bad one yet.
Stony eyed us, but his gaze seemed to lock onto Andy. My skin began its usual itching, the ick sliding over me, serpents nestling in the den of my ribs.
“Can we come?” His sharp eyebrow raised then narrowed as Andy looked at me for guidance. The cinnamon of her eyes—sweet but spicy—implored for me to give him something. She had a soft spot for the guys already and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
She was mine.
They didn’t get to have parts of her.
“No,” I answered, dragging a palm down my face, wanting to escape this room before my skin became unbearable.
“Let ’em be, Stones. He wants to take his lady somewhere we won’t be listening in,” Memphis teased, becoming the buffer necessary to silence Stony’s protests.
“As long as I don’t have to be here either,” Carrig grumbled, rounding the coffee table with a sneer. Something was up with him, and soon, I’d question it. Just not while I wanted to be alone with Andy, like old times.
“Be back soon,” I said, the discomfort of my own body becoming unbearable. I waved them off and gestured for Andy to come too. There was a part of me that wanted to hold her hand, touch her skin like a normal guy would do for his person, but I couldn’t bring myself to settle the voices long enough.
They reminded me how unclean things were.
How disturbed and unnatural.
It was a constant battle with my conscience to just exist without this trembling anxiety rooted deep inside me.
“Where are we going?” Andy finally inquired, her eyes curious and wide. She wore ripped jeans and an Anthem Riot t-shirt that made me feel like she chose me all over again. Her kind smile met me when I didn’t look away or answer her. “What?” she asked with a little laugh.