Page 38 of False Comeback

Swallowing thickly, he lifted his head and gazed down at me, his eyes glazed with desperate arousal.

“Thought you were too fucking good for my tongue to go anywhere near you, huh?” I extended it further and let it slide around his shaft. He gasped, thighs twitching either side of me. “Still think that now?”

His fangs sank into his lower lip. “V-Vince—”

“Where else do you want it, prince?” I rasped, then tilted my head to run my tongue down the side of his straining cock as I held his gaze. “Down your throat, choking you? On your needy little hole until I slide it inside your ass?”

“F-f-fuck,” he whimpered. “Please. Please—”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” I smirked up at him, then curled my tongue around his tight balls, squeezing them until he gasped. “You haven’t even thanked me for helping you last week.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted desperately. “Th-thank you. I w-was going to thank you. I was. I meant to.”

“Hmm.” I licked another long stripe up the length of his cock. “Don’t know if I believe you. Maybe I should leave you here tied up like this for the others to find you in the morning. Maybe then I’d believe you were grateful. And everyone would know what a little slut you are.”

He shuddered, eyes rolling back. He liked the thought of that.

“Would you do that for me, your highness?” I purred, then circled the head of his cock with my tongue as I slurped up the pre-cum pouring from the tip.

“Yes,” he moaned, wonderfully submissive. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know you will.” I sat back, then laughed breathlessly at his plaintive whine. “Show me that needy hole so I can decide if I want to put my tongue on it.”

His breath caught. I saw his core muscles engage as he lifted his knees into the air, slouching lower against the corner post to tilt his hips. I grabbed one of his ankles and pushed it to the side, hooking it over the middle rope so he was spread obscenely wide. A loud, trembling moan tore from Crossbody as his now exposed hole clenched.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching into my shorts and pulling out my cock as I stared down at it, pushing my tongue against my teeth. The urge to eat his ass until he was a quivering mess made my whole body tighten, and I started shuttling my hand over my cock fast, shuddering with pleasure.

“Vince,” Crossbody mewled, his expression frantic as he watched me stroke myself. “Please, I want to—Let me suck you off again,” he begged, fingers flexing against their restraints. “Let me make you come. Please. I need it.”

“You don’t get to decide what happens,” I said sharply, releasing my cock to palm his ass and tilt his hips up even more. My thumb moved inward to stroke his hole, and it twitched as he choked on a frantic moan.

I smirked up at him. “What do you want here, your highness? My tongue or my cock?”

“Oh fuck.” His eyes rolled back as I wet my thumb and circled his hole again with slick friction. “C-cock. Your cock. Please… please fuck me.”

“I just told you that you don’t get to decide,” I purred, reaching up to shove my middle finger into his mouth. “So now you don’t get either. Suck it. Get it wet.”

He moaned around it, tongue sliding desperately as he sucked. I pulled it free and lowered it between his legs, fisting his painfully hard cock in my other hand.

Crossbody’s whole body strained up with a trembling moan as I sank my finger inside him, gritting my teeth to stave off a groan. He was so fucking hot and tight. It took all my self-control not to pull my finger free and shove my cock deep into his ass.

“You wish this was my dick, don’t you?” I rasped, sliding my finger in and out as I started pumping his cock. “Because you’re just a little cockslut who wants to get fucked.”

“Yes,” he sobbed, hips writhing between my hands.

“Say it.”

“I want to get fucked,” he burst out, shaking hard. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Vince—”

“You haven’t earned it yet,” I snarled, panting as I fucked him harder and faster with my finger. “You should thank me for giving you this much.”

“Th-thank you,” he cried. “It f-feels so good. It’s—I’m going to come.” A hoarse sound tore from him. “Vince, I’m going to come.”

“I haven’t said you can come yet. Or at all.”

“Please,” he sobbed. “P-please. I can’t stop it. Oh fuck—”

“Are you sorry for being an asshole?”