Page 78 of Kill Feed

I unzip my jeans, pushing my hand underneath the fabric and groaning in relief.

“He was so high out of his fucking mind he could barely speak,” he continues, eyes flitting back down to my hand in my pants, “he could barely stand, so it was easy getting him on the floor.”

I grin down at him, squeezing at his throat, “Like this, baby?” Adrian sucks in a breath, shifting his body and accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally—pressing his crotch up against my ass. He huffs out between his parted lips, and I finally free my cock from its confines, imagining all the filthy things I could use that mouth of his for.

“And then?” I ask, holding my dick at the base, squeezing as pre-cum beads at the slit. Adrian moans softly, licking a pink tongue over his teeth.

“I considered hitting him… or maybe suffocating him, but the knife seemed more sufficient,” he adds, eyes drilled into mine as he subconsciously licks the bottom of his lip. “He tried to crawl away, but I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back.”

Fuck. I’m barely touching myself, but his face alone is going to make me cum all over it. But it’s what he says next that pushes me past the edge. “I asked him who’s the weak one now and slit his throat.”

“Fuck baby,” I groan, rubbing my cock from base to tip. I have half a mind to force my dick in his mouth, but I am stopped by the possibility that he might bite it clean off. So instead, I just fuck into my own hand while gripping his throat with the other.

“And you liked that?” I ask as shallow and soft moans escape his lips in the same rhythm as my jerking hips. And fuck he’s practically begging for it. Black voids eclipsing green as he drinks in the view of my crown pushing past the tight ring of my fingers. But I need him to fucking answer me, almost more than my need to cum right now. Almost.

I lean over him, the hand that was around his throat sliding down to grip the hair at his nape, forcing his head up and his eyes to mine. “Answer me, Adrian.”

I can feel his hot breath fanning against my lips. I slow my hand as he finally meets my gaze, and something sinister coils in his gaze, darkening them impossibly more, before he chuckles deeply.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, you sick fuck.” He bares his pearly white teeth as he laughs, refusing me the satisfaction. And fuck, if I wasn’t this coked up on his presence, I would have beaten that smirk right off his beautiful face. Instead, I scoot down, lifting his legs and throwing them over mine. I press my cock back between my fingers, now pressing it against his.

“You want to know what I think,” I start, rubbing over his hips with every thrust, “I think you fucking loved it.” I would much rather tear this confession out of him, but I am desperate for release. “You probably enjoyed sinking that blade into his skin.” My own breathing is ragged, and I can feel Adrian shallowly bucking up to meet my every thrust.

“Just say it, baby.” I know he’s still holding back, but fuck him, I can’t hold back anymore. I just need…

My other hand finally releases his hair, and Adrian immediately cranes his head down to watch my performance. The now free hand desperately lifts at his shirt, trying but failing to get it past his pecs. Oh well, if I can at least see my cum splatter over his stomach, then that should be enough to satiate me for now. And what a fucking sight it is. His stomach pulls taut every time his hips lift to meet mine, the way his skin stretches over muscle.

“Adrian, say it.” I don't grovel, even with how hazy and sex filled my mind is, I don't consider this groveling. But fuck I just need him to…

“Fuck you,” he spits venom with a devilish grin. The words disintegrate into a moan, and he’s panting. I lean forward, positioning myself over him face to face.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy for once and give me what I need?” I breathe into his parted lips, brushing over them with each word. He laughs, “Because I’m not your fucking dog.”

I fuck faster into my hand, the head of my cock pressing into his navel, smearing my pre-cum all over his soft, warm skin.

I can feel him writhing beneath me, arching up to press his chest against mine as he presses his legs to my sides, moaning so sweetly into my face, and I nearly roll my eyes to the back of my head as my orgasm hits. A drawn-out grunt rips from my throat. Hot cum spurts out over him, pooling in his navel and dripping over his side to the floor.

I bring my head to his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeats as I calm my own breathing. We’re both quiet for a while, and I steal a glance down at the mess I made on him. My hand reaches down, smearing my fingers through the substance and then reaching back up to smear it over his mouth.

He pulls his head to the side, scolding, “Eww, don’t fucking do that.” It’s a weak attempt, especially when his cock is still rock hard beneath me.

“You look so good with my cum all over your face,” I chime, and Adrian recoils, but his eyes are still heated as he looks at me almost pleadingly.

I tuck myself back into my jeans, backing up as I reach for the zip on his jeans.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he protests, brows furrowed, yet makes no attempt to thrash his hips away.

“Shhh… I’m only returning the favor,” I state, pulling his pants down, boxer briefs going with it. “But only if you’re going to be a good boy.”

“I already told you, I’m not your fucking dog—” His words die down the moment I wrap a firm hand around the base of his cock, wasting no time licking the tip before fully taking him into my mouth.

Adrian lets out a moan he tries very hard to control, and I can’t help but peer up, taking in the view of him throwing his head back. My tongue works around his length as he slides in and out of my mouth at a teasingly steady pace. I feel his dick tensing, veins pulsing and hips jolting as he thrusts up.

His body’s giving all the right signs that he is about to cum, and that’s when I pop his dick out of my mouth, hand still firm at his base. “Why are you stopping?” he asks, whipping his head down to me, perplexity and hot frustration lining his features, and he looks absolutely fucking adorable like that.

“I thought I wasn’t your type,” I tease, looking him straight in the eyes as I lick the precum spilling from his tip. Adrian bites down on his lower lip, seeming at a loss for words.

“J-just let me cum,” he finally articulates in a mutter, evading his eyes. I scoff, letting go of his cock momentarily as I reach up to his face, guiding his eyes back to me. “Only if you admit that you want this just as much as I do, that you want me.”