Chapter 5

RHETT

No.

Hell fucking no.

I’ve never been attracted to men.

Sure, I’ve barely even been attracted to women.

But men?

That’s a solid, unshakable no.

So why the hell am I kneeling in front of an erection?

And how in the ever loving hell is he fully erect right now?

Did this dumbass creep seriously get hard from fighting me and bringing me to my knees?

He uses his other gloved hand and moves it to his cock fisting it and starts to stroke it

And in a rare dumbfounded moment I stare at him doing it- not like I had anywhere else to look at.

His cock is big, don’t get me wrong I have a monstrous cock of my own that I’m proud of.

But his? His looks bigger.

A tiny bit bigger.

No big deal.

Show off.

He continues to stroke his cock, movements slow and deliberate not caring that it’s veins are bulging like it’s about to pop with how much precum is leaking.

I lift my head up from the view of his cock and a sharp chill runs down my spine when I meet his gaze.

He wasn’t watching himself stroking his cock, he was watching me when I was focused on it, his head fucking tilted- again- and I swear I could detect an arrogant smirk underneath damn mask.

Fucking bastard.

His other hand moves to the top of my head, gripping my hair tightly and without warning he rams his cock into my mouth.

His fucking cock is in my mouth.

My mouth.

Not for fucking long.

I clamp my teeth on his girth, about to bite his damn cock off when his hand on my head tugs me back so hard, I’m surprised my neck didn’t break.

His cock slips out of my mouth and for the first time since all of this has started, he speaks

“Do that again and I’ll fuck your ass raw on the ground” he threatens.

So he can talk.

His voice is deep and unfamiliar, with an accent I can’t quite recognise through the mask.

Which goes to prove further that he is not Wolfe

He forces his cock back into my mouth again-causing me to glare up at him- and I have to restrain myself from sinking my teeth into it and biting it off.

He must’ve noticed the look on my face because instead of waiting for me to give him a blow job- which was in no way going to happen- he thrusts his cock inside my mouth.

Hard.

Hard enough to reach the back of my throat, bringing my face close to his groin.

Too close.

I can’t breathe.

“No gag reflexes, interesting” he says

Yeah, well I still can’t breathe.

Moisture stings my eyes as my hands slap his on thighs, trying to push him away.

My strength is too low I can’t.

My vision blurs and there’s a hum in my ears as I start to see him in two.

The bastard doesn’t move, just looks at me as a tear slips from my eye.

And just when I think I’m about to die from suffocating on a cock, he pulls back.

I cough, gasping for air through my mouth and nose, lungs burning with every inhale.

My breathing is barely stable before he rams back in again making me lose my breath.

He thrusts in and out with my tongue used for friction and my head hold still by his hand that’s still fisting my hair.

Goddamn at this rate if he doesn’t break my neck then he’s certainly going to pull my hair out.

And he doesn’t look like he’s about to finish anytime soon.

Fuck,

Now I’m really going to miss Lucien.

I need to end this.

I time to when he thrusts his cock in and I set my pride- and sexuality- aside before I hollow my cheeks and suck him.

I start out sloppy with saliva and precum mixing together and running down my chin the movements are barely coordinated from licking him on the underside of his cock and sucking him deep inside.

He doesn’t stop me though, on the contrary he seems to like seeing me like this not caring that I’m giving the worst blowjob in history.

I don’t care how it is either, as long as he cums quickly, I’m good.

I deep throat him, taking him as far as I can using my throat’s movement to bring him to the edge.

And that’s when I feel it.

His cock grows thicker.

Veins pulse with a throb in my mouth.

Finally, you bastard.

I lift my hands touching the base of his cock, I squeeze him tightly and drap my lips along the crown in a fast rhythm.

The sooner he finishes, the sooner I can get out of this humiliating situation.

His head tilts up and his grip in my hair loosens a bit, he more relaxed now, he’s letting me take control.

Perfect.

I almost slip up letting my teeth graze him when I feel a jerk in my spine

My cock is heavy in my jeans.

Impossible.

I’m not hard from sucking someone’s else cock.

I’m not into this.

My jeans grow tighter.

Shit.

No, this is just an involuntary reaction.

A highly- very highly- unwanted physical response.

“Need a hand there”

I lift my head meeting his gaze, I take his cock from my mouth and it makes a pop sound.

“Fuck off, I don’t need a hand”

“You sure, that looks painful”

It is.

“That’s none of your business!” I snap at him

He chuckles.

The Bastard actually has the nerve to laugh.

“Well, if you don’t need a hand”

I see him shift his weight as his right foot moves towards me stepping on my aching bulge.

“Maybe a foot would suffice?”

Son of a-

A grunt slips from my lips when he presses his shoe harder on my cock making it throb in my jeans.

“Would you look at that, you’re a masochist too...now that’s very interesting”

Another grunt echoes in the air and I realised that it came from me- again- when he started to move his shoe up and down rubbing all over my clothed cock.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

I should be pissed at him for putting his damn dirty shoe on my jeans and yet I’m not.

I don’t find it in me to hate this at all.

Never in my life have I ever wanted to take my pants off so bad.

His grip on my hair suddenly tightens and without any warning- again- he rams his cock to the back of my throat.

I’m caught off guard and try to swallow around him when the grip on my hair gets tighter and his cock grows thicker

“Fuck” he curses under his breath before putting his other hand to my head and starts thrusting in and out in a fast pace.

He keeps up with the movements about to cum while I try to stop myself from releasing my own cock and jerking it.

I may have been turned on by this- due to physical response- I certainly refuse to jerk off to another man using using me.

I’d rather get blue balls than take my cock out now.

A salty taste explodes at the back of my throat with sticky liquid coming from either side of my chin.

He came, finally

I try to pull away from him but his grip on my head is still tight with his cock still in my mouth.

“You don’t spit a single drop, got it?”

I nod – or at least try to- having no way out of this situation.

He pulls out and instead of tucking himself in he stands still, cock out, looking at me.

Guess I really have to swallow it.

I glare at him before swallowing and he finally takes his cock and tucks it back into his pants like nothing happened with his gaze on me.

He doesn’t speak.

Just watches me like he’s trying to memorize the way I breathe.

I open my mouth- to curse, to demand answers, to do something - but his hand moves before I can.

Fingers trace my jaw, deceptively soft through the leather gloves, almost like a touch that belongs somewhere else.

Then his thumb slides under my chin, forcing my head up.

The other hand curls behind my neck.

Tight. Controlling.

My pulse stutters.

“Wha-“

The word never leaves my mouth. His grip shifts, pressure pinning both sides of my neck- not enough to crush, but enough to steal air, enough to make the edges of my vision burn.

Then everything goes dark.