“Don’t be a smartass,” he hissed as he pulled at my hair hard enough my eyes stung. I whined as his cock fell from my lips, but he was studying me, trying to figure this out. I didn’t take him for the overthinking type, but here we were.
“Then stop holding back. I promise I can take it, Drake. This is my choice, and I’m willingly giving myself to you right now. Take me. All of me. Don’t hold back,” I said. His eyes widened at my invitation and there was a moment of hesitation. He was warring with himself at the abrupt change in me, but I wasn’t having it. “Or should I go find someone else who is willing?”
His chuckle sent a menacing thrill through me. “You can’t handle me, Harlow. Not all of me.”
“Yes, I can,” I growled, moving forward to take him back in my mouth, but he stopped me again with a hard yank of my hair. My eyes watered as I glared up at him. Yet everything in me loved this, loved the domination I was allowing him to have over me. Even though I was still in control.
“Alright, you’re about to prove it,” he huffed out with amusement before tightening his hands again and slamming forward so I was forced to choke on his cock. The piercings scraped the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth without holding back. I gasped for air as he pulled away, but he didn’t give me long before he was shoving right back in, slamming his hips forward and holding my head still so all I could do was take the abuse. My throat burned, my pussy ached, and my mind was blessedly quiet.
This was exactly what I needed. Why it had to be him.
Each time he pulled away, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard. The noises he made, deep and rumbling, were turning me on enough I had to squeeze my thighs together for relief.
Every moment I spent with Drake chased Vane from my mind and body. He had no hold over me now, I refused to let him. I’d spent enough years letting others win. Now was my time to take control and fucking keep it.
His movements turned stunted, and he slammed home one last time, cum spilling down my throat. I swallowed him down and licked his cock clean as he pulled away.
My eyes were watering, and I knew I looked a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked hungry for me. With his hand in my hair, he pulled me to my feet, gently this time, and slanted his mouth over mine. It was so gentle that I was shocked when he slid his tongue in my mouth, tasting me despite what we’d just done. The fact he didn’t hold back, even now, had me clenching my thighs together.
He pulled away and studied me for a quick second. Gauging if I was still interested in more, and I answered by sliding my shirt over my head and dropping my jeans, revealing the matching red lace set I had on underneath. Shout out to the stipend we got for participating in this program, allowing me to at least buy some decent clothes for once in my life.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, pulling me close and hunching down to bury his face between my breasts, breathing me in like I was a drug.
I gasped as I was shoved backward, hitting his bed and bouncing on the soft mattress.
“What the fuck, why is your bed so comfortable?” I demanded with a laugh.
He gave me an exasperated look. “You want to discuss that now?” I swallowed hard and shook my head as he hooked his fingers in my lace boyshorts, sliding them down my legs before tossing them aside.
“Wait,” I said in a moment of panic. My life hadn’t exactly given me time to learn what I liked and didn’t like with sex. And this? This was new. “I’ve never, I can’t, I don’t...” For once it was lack of experience holding me back, not the men who’d abused my body before. Drake made me feel safe, what you saw was what you got and even with that, he had checked in on me so far. I’d chosen well in coming here.
He raised an eyebrow at my stammering. “Do you not want me to or you’re nervous?”
“Nervous,” I blurted, my cheeks heating. This was not the confidence I was aiming for.
“That’ll pass,” he promised before pulling my legs apart and settling between them. The first flick of his tongue over my pussy had me whimpering, but Drake wasn’t here for slow. He was the all-in type.
Drake settled into a quick rhythm of teasing flicks over my clit and fucking my cunt ruthlessly with his fingers. My mind couldn’t keep up and soon all nerves fell away as I gave over to simply giving into the feel of him tongue-fucking me like a fucking magician. Pleasure tightened in my stomach, coiling there before unfurling and spreading through me until my legs were shaking and I was grinding into his face, chasing the feeling rocking through me. It was foreign. Sure I’d had sex but coming like this was not something I was used to.
I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to, he wouldn’t allow it. He sucked hard on my clit, and that was all my body needed to slam me headfirst into the waves of pleasure that were consuming me. My voice was hoarse as I cried out his name, a mix of babbling whimpers and a muted scream unfurling from me.
Drake pulled himself away to watch me as I writhed against the aftershocks. The self-satisfied smirk on his face should not have been that fucking attractive. But it was. Like I’d told Roman when we talked last, Drake’s rough demeanor was something I needed, just as much as I needed his safety and bluntness and Hiro’s sweetness.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Harlow,” he warned me as he readjusted on the bed, his cock teasing at my entrance. He didn’t wait for my agreement, I’d already given it, instead he slammed forward. The stretch brought on a sharp twinge of pain that faded as he started fucking me, not giving my body a minute to adjust. I loved that he was true to his word, not being too sweet or gentle, he was taking what he wanted, and yet I knew he was keeping me in mind, watching my reactions.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Monty’s voice echoed in the room, and I froze, eyes wide as I turned to see him towering next to us, gazing down at us with pure, raw rage on his face.
Drake didn’t seem fazed, but he also turned to him and looked him dead in the eye, gloating at the obvious victory. “I’m fucking Harlow, per her request, see yourself out, Ivar.”
“What the fuck, you can see him?” I asked, my words cutting off as he reached between us to start playing with my sensitive clit. The moan that followed had a low, icy growl echoing around us, and fuck if I didn’t love the sound more than I realized. My pussy clenched around him, and I couldn’t help but look at my familiar monster, almost wishing he’d join in.
“She seems to like that Ivar, keep it up,” Drake taunted.
“I warned you, half breed,” he hissed. Monty’s form was changing. A skeletal armor of sorts settling over his shadow-clad body, leaving openings for his flames to keep shooting through. The fires within him were raging along with his anger, licking the ceiling and walls around him, yet not catching them aflame.
“You have no power here, Hel does,” Drake said bluntly as he shifted and fucked me harder. “And if you even think of harming me, consider yourself a dead man. Or demon, I should say.”
“Demon?” I breathed out as my head fell to the side again, taking him in. The word fit him, but what the hell was going on?!