Page 37 of End It All

I stiffened before I picked up speed, slamming into Quincy. "Don't talk about fucking other dudes when I'm inside you."

He panted, shaking his head. "Fuck, sorry. Shit!" He tried to shove me away, but I stayed pressed against him. "Your dick feels so good, I don't even know what I'm saying."

That drew another smile to the surface. I couldn't help it. Quincy was an asshole and a mess, but being inside of him while he fell apart was heaven. My balls tightened and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out too much longer. This was amazing. Feeling him, raw with no filter, it was overwhelming. Quincy clinched around my cock and I tweaked one of his nipples. He threw his head back, shifting his hips down to meet each and every last one of my thrusts.

Oh fuck, he's going to kill me.

And I didn't even care. I bent him in half more, my body moving on auto pilot as pleasure took over my senses. The sound that worked up my throat and spilled out bordered on animalistic. I glanced down. Quincy had a hand wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it hard and fast as he stared back at me.

"Cum in my ass," he moaned. "Come on, baby girl. Fill me up. I need it."

"You need me to breed your hole?"

Quincy stared at me before he swore, twitched, and came so hard it covered his abdomen and shot onto my face. I grinned, wiped his cum from my cheek, and fed it back to him. As soon as I shoved in deeper and picked up speed, I knew I was done for. I saw lights as I filled him, my body shivering and shaking. When I finally came back to reality, I was still buzzing. Quincy stared up at me, his lips pressed together for once.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He grunted. "You gonna stay in me or what?"

I felt electricity lace up my spine. What he said, how he said it, irritated me. I pulled out and a river of my cum dripped from his reddened hole. I wanted nothing more than to shove my tongue inside of him and push it all back in. Instead, I stood up.

"I'm going to bed," I said.

Quincy glanced up at me. "Yeah."

When he didn't say anything else, I shoved my wall back into place. I made my way to the bathroom to clean up while my mind reeled.What the hell is wrong with me?I turned on the shower and once it was hot, I climbed in and stared off into space. My life was a mess. I had a father that was looking for me, a semi-roommate that I had just fucked, and the cops on my ass.

What else could possibly go wrong?

My back throbbedin time to my pulse as I stared up at my ceiling. What the hell was wrong with me, allowing Blake to fuck me? I knew the answer was simple; I was horny as fuck and he was a willing body. Yep, that was it, and not the curse of the Vitales.

Blake was next to me, knocked out. His mouth was slightly ajar as he slept like the dead. It made him an easy target. Anyone could break into the place and kill him.Icould kill him and I’d hardly break a sweat. My fingers twitched at my side. Snuffing out his life would be like drinking coffee for me.

Something mundane.

My hand moved on its own, remembering the stupid kiss we’d shared. I touched his parted lips, tracing lightly over the soft flesh. It had been fucking orgasmic seeing his mouthstretched around my cock, and the tongue ring hadn’t been just for show. Blake knew his way around a cock. The workers at Silver Dreams would have a run for their money if he joined the team.

I retracted my hand before I did something stupid like hop on Blake’s cock and make him fill me with cum again. I got out of bed and slipped on clothes; ripped jeans and a pink button up to match my hair. The tennis shoes also matched; they were strawberry, a custom made design. One side of my closet was dedicated to shoes alone, it was my one sane hobby. I fixed bracelets on my wrists, slipped on a few silver rings, and took out a coat.

Winter was a bitch, the biting cold always snapping at my exposed flesh. I made sure my wallet was in my pocket with three pre-rolled joints. At the last second, I took one out and placed it on the nightstand next to Blake. The little fucker would go through my shit to find some weed, and the last thing I needed was a stoner smoking all my shit.

I checked my phone and there was a single message from Daiki. A time and place. He wasn’t happy with me, and I was more than aware there would be hell to pay.

“Where are you going?” Blake asked sleepily.

He shouldn’t sound innocent when he was anything but. The way he fucked me last night said it all.

“Out.” He didn’t need to know where.

Blake sat up, his disheveled shoulder length black hair wild on top of his head. He looked like he actually got some sleep. The other night, there had been circles under his eyes, but now they were vanishing.

“Go to sleep. I'll be back.”

“Wait.”

I smirked at him. “Oh, you begging me to stay, peaches? You’re going to be lonely without me?”

Blake flipped me off. “No, but I thought you couldn’t take your eyes off me?”