5. Pleasure

TRIGGER WARNING: Degradation, Owning, Rough,

Kennedy

    I didn't expect my night to be interrupted by my one annoying, insane, toxic and dangerous friends with benefits, covered in bruises and bleeding. But here we are.

"It doesn’t hurt unless you touch it,” he says. “Kens—” I kneel in front of him, not letting him say anything else. I lather the soap on my hands and start washing his legs. When I look up at him, his cock is standing straight up. It’s long and thick with a vein throbbing underneath. My mouth waters as I stare at it.

“Sorry.” He roughly clears his throat, but never takes his eyes off me. 

     

I hesitate before reaching up and lightly gripping his cock. He rests his hand on the wall, bracing himself. Slowly, I slide my hand up and down, squeezing gently.

     

“Is this okay?” I murmur, and he nods. I keep my eyes on his as I pump my hand over him, his thighs flexing with each stroke. 

     

“Your mouth,” he grits out. “Put it in your mouth, baby. Please.” 

     

Leaning up, I wrap my lips around him and slowly take him deep into my mouth. He groans and leans his head back, letting some of the water spray down his body and into my face. His other hand moves to the back of my head, gripping my ponytail tightly.

     

“Let me fuck your throat,” he groans. I open my mouth wider and he tips his head down to look at me, his eyes hooded. He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding into my throat. He hesitates before pushing further. My eyes water, but I keep them open and on his. “Fuck, you look good with my dick in your mouth. Stand up, I need to fuck you.” 

     

“Not yet,” I breathe as I slide off his dick. “I–I’m not there yet.” His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t argue. 

     

“Play with your pussy then,” he says as he pushes his cock back into my mouth. “I want you to come.” I slide my hand between my legs, whimpering when my fingers connect with my swollen clit. “That’s right. Don’t take your eyes off mine.” I barely nod before he thrusts forward, making me gag. I move my fingers faster, feeling my thighs tremble as he uses my mouth the way he wants. “Take it. Fucking take it, Kennedy.” His voice is guttural and it makes my body tighten. 

     

His movements become faster and rougher, making me gag with each thrust. He wraps my hair around his hand like a rope and forces my head back so he can slide his dick deeper. 

     

“Are you close?” he grits out. I nod as much as I can. He starts thrusting harder and I feel his cock thicken. “I’m about to come. Swallow it all, love.” 

     

My heart squeezes.

    

It’s the first time I haven’t felt repulsed by him calling me love.

     

I move my fingers faster and feel my orgasm rise. “Fuck, I can’t hold back. Shit.” His thighs tense as he thrusts faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My eyes roll back as I come, whimpering around his cock. “Oh, fucking God.” He pushes deep inside my mouth as he comes, his hand in my hair tightening to the point of pain. 

     

My body convulses as I come, and I have to force myself to focus on swallowing. Finally, we relax, but instead of taking his cock from my mouth, he starts thrusting again. It’s softening, but still fills my mouth completely.

     

“I’m not ready to take it out,” he murmurs, gently stroking my head. “Suck on me some more, baby.” I run my tongue over his sensitive head, making him groan and lean against the wall. His eyes are heavy as he stares down at me gently sucking him until he’s fully soft. But still, he doesn’t pull out. I keep sucking until he leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes. 

Next Day

   My lips part as I stare into his deadly serious face. His blond brows are bunched, his eyes intense, his hands tight around mine.

     

He just told me he'd make me watch as he killed any man that dared touch me

He’s serious.

     

It should terrify me. His threats should scare the shit out of me and make me want to call the cops. But they don’t. They make me feel…safe. He makes me feel safe. 

     

I don’t give myself time to think, otherwise I would talk some sense into myself. Lifting up on my toes, I press my lips to his. I think it shocks him as much as it shocks me because he stays totally stiff for a moment.

     

Then he pounces.

    

His hands move from pinning mine to his chest to wrapping around me, pulling me to him. He devours me, his tongue sliding against mine, his teeth nipping at my lip. He slides his hand up my back and into my hair, gripping it tightly and yanking my head back. He licks the length of my throat, flicking it over my pulse before biting down.

     

“Ezra,” I moan, my eyes closing.

     

“Fuck,” he rasps against my skin. “I love hearing you say my name. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

     

He lays me on the edge and drapes his body over mine, rocking his hips against mine. I claw at his back as he bites my neck again, and the sound that comes out of me isn’t one I’ve made before.

     

“I wanted to bend you over the bar and fuck you the first time I saw you. I wanted to make you mine, then and there.” 

I kiss him before he can say anything else. My fingers tangle in his curls and he groans. He stands above me and yanks his shirt off in a fluid motion, exposing the whirling black ink of his tattoo. A cocky grin spreads across his face and I laugh.

     

“Did you practice bending me over?”

     

“In the mirror everyday for a year,” he says, and I laugh again. “Was it impressive?”

     

“Not at all.”

     

He dives back down and bites my neck harder, making me cry out. His hips slam against mine and my nails dig into his biceps. 

     

“Was it impressive, Kennedy?” he growls as he grinds against me.

     

“Yes,” I moan, arching my back.

     

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly. “Don’t lie to me again.” His hands slide up my waist to my breasts, and he roughly cups them, pushing them together. “Fuck, your tits are nice.” 

     

He kneads and squeezes them before untying my robe and letting it fall open. It exposes my black bra and panties and his eyes roam over my body frantically, like he doesn’t know where to look first. I run my fingers along his abs, feeling them flex under my touch.

     

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes as he rubs his thumbs over my peaked nipples. Gently, he tugs the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts. He drops his head into my neck and groans. “Fuck.” He pauses for a moment before he moves his mouth to my nipple and swirls his tongue around the piercing, then gently sucks on it. I arch my back more, pressing my breast into his mouth. “Are these real?” He lifts his head to look at me as he continues squeezing them.

     

“Yes,” I laugh. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”

     

“It is,” he says, nodding as he drops his eyes back to my tits. “Fuck, it is.”

He presses his face between them, groaning as he kisses my sternum, the curve of one breast, then the other. His stubble is rough against my skin, but I love the way it feels.

    

“You smell so fucking good,” he breathes as he trails kisses around my chest. I lift my hips, grinding against his cock through his jeans. Finally, he stands to his full height and stares down at me, his warm hands rubbing mindlessly up and down my sides.

     

“I love your tattoos,” he says as he traces the one under my breasts with the tip of his finger. “One day, when we have more time, I’ll kiss every single one of them. When we have the time, I’ll worship your body the way it was meant to be worshiped.”

     

I shudder at his words and tighten my legs around him. He grins as he slides his hands lower. He rests one on my hip, the other slides onto my lower stomach. He teasingly runs his thumb over my panties and smiles broader when he feels them wet.

     

“So wet for me, love,” he says. “So eager. I like that.” He presses on my clit and rubs his thumb back and forth, then pauses, his eyes widening. “Wait.”

     

Roughly, he yanks my panties off and tosses them to the floor, then pushes my legs apart, pinning my knees to the bed. He drops to his knees and stares at my clit piercing in awe. Finally, he lifts his eyes to mine.

     

“Will you marry me?” he asks, and I swat at him. “I’m serious. I’ve never seen one in person. You’re perfect.” He hesitantly flicks the piercing with his tongue and I whimper softly. His eyes stay on my face as he slides his tongue back and forth, watching me writhe.

   

“Ez,” I moan, “please.” Something snaps inside him at my words. He pushes my legs up to my chest, forcing me open wider for him.

     

He flicks my clit faster with his tongue, turning me into a moaning mess under him. When he sucks it into his mouth, rolling the piercing between his lips, I lose it. It makes me see fucking stars. I drop my hand to his head, holding him tightly against my pussy.

     

“Hold your legs,” he demands. I hook my arms behind my legs, pushing them back, practically folding myself in half. “Seriously,” he says, his eyes widening comically, “we can go to the courthouse after this.” 

     

“Just eat my pussy,” I say, and his brows flick up.

“I don’t think you’re the one in charge here,” he says and I drop my legs. As soon as I let go, he slaps my pussy. Hard. I scream, my hips shooting off the bed.

     

"Ezekiel!” I sputter, my eyes wide with shock. He gets to his feet and towers above me.

“Let’s get this clear right now. I’m the one in charge. You do what I say, not the other way around. When I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you’ll get on your knees and open your mouth. When I eat your cunt and make you come, you’ll thank me for it. And when I bury my cock inside you, you’ll scream and beg me to let you come, and I might allow it. You’ll open your legs wider and let me come inside you. You’ll do whatever the fuck I say like a good little slut, or you will be punished. Are we clear?” 

     

My breathing is harsh as I stare up at him. His face is less than an inch from mine, and the way he’s looming over me, his body not touching mine but close enough for me to feel his heat, and the sternness in his voice…it makes me sick with desire. I nod slowly, feeling dazed.

     

“What do you say?” he growls.

     

“Yes sir,” I immediately say, hoping it’s the right thing. He grins slowly, his full lips tipping up mischievously.

     

“I’ve never been called sir,” he says. “I like it. Good slut.” He dips down and presses his lips firmly to mine before dropping back to his knees. “Now, do whatever yoga shit you usually do and let me eat this sweet little pussy.” 

     

He drops his mouth back to my clit, and my hands tighten around the back of my knees. I squeeze my eyes shut as he rolls it between his lips, then sucks roughly on it. He shoves two fingers roughly inside me, and my eyes snap open.

    

“Ez.” I stare down at him, panting hard as he flicks the tip of his tongue against the piercing, moving it back and forth, causing just enough friction to tease me. “Come on.” He hooks his fingers up and presses them against my walls as he flattens his tongue against my clit.

    

“Have you ever squirted?” he asks, and I shake my head. 

I let out a moan. “I don’t think I can. If I could, I would’ve done it by now.”

     

“A challenge,” he says. “I’ll get you to squirt all over me.” He fucks me harder with his fingers. “I want to drink you down and absorb you into my blood.”

     

“What the fuck,” I breathe as my eyes roll back.

     

“I want you to become a part of me,” he continues. “And I’ll become a part of you. We’ll be one.”

     

“I don’t even know what the fuck you’re saying right now,” I groan. My nails dig into my skin as I pull my legs back further. My toes touch the blanket above my head, and he swears under his breath.

     

“You don’t need to understand right now. You’ll understand soon enough.” Maybe after I come, his words will terrify me, but right now, whatever the fuck he’s doing feels too good for me to care.

     

“Just don’t kill me,” I say, and he laughs, the vibration shooting through me. I tighten around his thick fingers, feeling my orgasm build.

     

“I’d never do that,” he says. “This world needs a dark gem like you in it.” He moves his mouth back to my clit and licks faster, driving my pleasure up. Before I can reach the edge, he pulls his mouth away and I let out a frustrated growl. “Give yourself to me.”

     

“What?”

     

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says.

     

“I’m not,” I breathe. He stretches his fingers apart inside me, and I cry out. He fucks me harder, using the force of his entire arm.

     

“Say it.” My back arches off the bed, my orgasm so fucking close.

     

“Fuck! Fuck, please,” I cry out. 

     

“Say it, slut. Say you belong to me.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, then bites down until I scream. His movements are almost painful as he rams his fingers into me. He shoves a third finger inside, and I scream louder. “I’ll stick my entire fucking fist inside you. Tell me you belong to me. Tell me I own you.”

       

The words won’t come. 

     

My breath gets caught in my lungs as I open my mouth to scream. He reaches around with his other hand and spreads my pussy apart, exposing my clit more, and lightly taps it with the tip of his tongue.

     

“Say it,” he growls. “Mine.” He flicks it again, fucking me harder. “Say. It. Mine.” He says it over and over, punctuating his words with each hard thrust and lick.

     

My toes curl and my legs straighten as they shake. “Ezekiel!” I scream his name as I come, my pussy clamping down around his fingers until he can’t move them. My entire body convulses until my orgasm passes, then I collapse.