Not even a fucking rimming.
I grit my teeth and grunt as he rests my legs on his forearms and begins to fuck me. I close my eyes tightly hoping that Penn will be able to forgive me. I can’t keep this secret from him—I’ll confess when Lakyn finally leaves and hope that he understands that I did this to keep him and Aiden safe.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Lakyn says as he continues to piston his hips.
“Not for long if you don’t ease up some,” I bark at him. I can feel my face turning red from how bad this hurts and he lets out a laugh, dropping my legs onto the couch.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” he replies, as he makes a show of running his tongue over his teeth. I glare at him, but he chooses to dismiss it by sticking a finger in the air and motioning for me to turn over.
I sigh but do as I’m told.
Maybe it’ll hurt less this way since he’s already—
“Fuck,” I manage to growl as he shoves his cock back into me.
Lakyn let’s out a laugh as he slaps my ass and continues fucking me. I’m just about getting used to the feeling of being torn apart, when he reaches down for a fistful of my hair and arches me back toward him.
My breathing is labored now and coupled with the pain of being drilled like a fucking oil well, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
Mercifully, just as I feel like I’m going to pass out from the beating my ass is taking, he cums hard, filling me with his hot liquid, then shoves me away.
I pitch forward onto the couch, my hands on either side of my face as I try to regain my bearings when Lakyn slaps my ass again before getting to his feet.
“Come on,” he says as he begins to get dressed. “Introduce me to the ole ball and chain.”
Six
Strange and Unusual
Lakyn
Gray’s giving me the evil eye as he pulls his clothes back on, but curiosity has always been a sin of mine.
It’s how I ended up getting hooked up with Trixie, and in turn, Ichabod.
I can’t help it, though.
I like to know as much as I can about everything—whether it has anything to do with me or not.
I pull my shirt over my head, peeking at Gray just before I bring it down over my body and grin. He looks like he wants to knock my head off right now, but I know that I probably fucked the will out of him at this point, so I’m not concerned.
“I already told you that my lips are sealed about what we did, and believe it or not, I am a man of my word. I won’t tell your girlfriend either,” I finish slyly.
He runs a hand irritably back through his hair as he walks by me, shoulder bumping me roughly on his way out of the living room again, and I laugh.
Partly because at this rate, if he keeps using his hands to brush his hair back, he won’t have any left. Mostly, though, because he thinks he’s intimidating.
I like this color-named kid.
He’s a lot of fun.
Easy to anger, tighter than a tourniquet, and a mouth like a hoover.
I can understand why his can’t-fuck-anymore boyfriend sticks around now. I would too with blow jobs like that on the table.
A shiver goes through me and I rub my arm as I go find out where Gray disappeared to this time, only to find him standing next to the door we walked through. It’s open, he’s leaning against the wall, and staring daggers at me.
“You got what you were obviously out for tonight. Have a good evening,” he says evenly w