Page 9 of False Comeback

A part of me knew he was just taunting me. That he didn’t actually expect me to, or even want me to. This was all just a game. A power play. A battle.

He was trying to make me feel small. Me, a royal fae. A prince.

No one had ever dared speak to me like that before. It was unacceptable. It was beyond disrespectful. It was humiliating.

It was making me so hard that I couldn’t think clearly, arousal clouding my head.

My hands were trembling as I gripped his thighs and leaned in to suck his cock into my mouth.

Vince jolted, choking on a breath as his hands jerked off his hips in shock. I expected him to shove me away, perhaps shout at me in fury or laugh at me for actually doing it. The muscles in his thighs twitched under my hands as I tightened my lips around him and started bobbing my head, sucking desperately, pleading with myself to not make a sound while I did this.

I didn’t even know why I was doing it.

Then Vince’s long fingers threaded through my hair and gripped painfully tight, and my eyelashes fluttered as sharp bites of pleasure-pain raced over my scalp.

“So High Lord Crossbody is a filthy little cockslut.” He sneered my name, then let out a mocking laugh, breathing hard. “You can’t fucking stand me, but you’re still on your knees sucking my dick like you’re desperate for my cum. Wow. That’s kind of pathetic.”

A shudder raced through my limbs, a hoarse sound leaving me before I could stop it. I took a deep breath and slid my mouth lower, until his cockhead plugged my throat and my nose was pressed to that little thatch of hair at the base.

Vince grunted, hips jerking as his fingers tightened in my hair. His voice was a gravelly snarl when he panted out, “You’re just a hole that needs to be filled, aren’t you? Nothing but a needy. Slutty. Pathetic hole.” He held my head in place and punctuated each word with a thrust of his cock into my throat, making me let out a garbled, gagging moan.

I tried to tell myself that I was simply beating him at his own game. That I was doing it because he hadn’t really expected me to, so now I had the upper hand.

But it was clearly a lie.

“Shit,” he panted unsteadily, his thighs starting to tremble under my hands as he fucked my throat. My cheeks were wet with tears, eyes streaming. My chin was coated in spit. My eyes kept threatening to roll back as I stayed obediently still and let him use me as nothing more than a hole for his hard cock to fuck.

Nothing but a needy, slutty, pathetic hole.

My prick was throbbing in my shorts, stretching the fabric to its limit. When he pulled back to let me suck in a breath, heat rushed to my face as I heard myself whimper, letting out a plaintive mewl as I wound my tongue desperately around his cockhead. I lapped at the tip, trying to catch every drop of pre-cum, and found my eyes lifting to meet his with a silent plea.

Vince was staring down at me in shock, his unfathomably dark eyes wide and features tight with pleasure. That long tongue darted out to wet his lips, making me shudder as he pulled my head back until only the tip of his cock was rubbing against my mouth.

I tried to lick it, but he yanked my head back less than gently with a rough laugh.

“You want it that bad, huh?” One hand left my hair to fist his cock, stroking it so the tip bumped my lower lip, but drawing it back every time my tongue darted out to catch it. “Say it.”

When I stayed silent, breathing fast, he released his cock and hooked his thumb over my teeth, pressing my jaw open wider. I let him.

“If you want it, say please, your highness.” He smirked down at me.

His thumb smoothed over my tongue, and another pathetic sound left me as I closed my lips around it to suck. His cock jerked in front of me, and he pulled his thumb free to roughly grab my chin.

“Say it.”

“P-please,” I heard myself whisper.

“Say you’re a needy little cockslut.”

Humiliation burned in my cheeks. Made my cock hard to the point of agony.

“I’m a needy little cockslut,” I whispered, my prick gushing pre-cum into my shorts, my balls drawn up painfully tight at the base.

“Say, ‘Please give me your cock, Vince. I need it.’”

“P-please give me your cock, Vince.” My fingers flexed on his thighs as I stared at that flushed grey length just out of reach. A droplet of pre-cum was clinging to the tip, and my insides ached with the desperation to lick it up. Barely audible, I whispered, “I need it.”

He laughed and shoved his cock back into my throat, fisting my hair so hard it felt like he was going to rip handfuls free.