Page 66 of Caging Liberty
Angel clears his throat, and his palm slams on the counter. My lips spread wider as I smile around his girth, taking in more of him until he rams into the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Fuck,” Angel hisses. It’s in response to pleasure, but in another context, I’d think he was angry.
Sawyer chuckles. “That good, huh?”
Angel ignores Sawyer, and I try to do the same. I can feel him watching me, and if I was a cat who had a life to spare, I’d turn and give him the finger.
I bob my head, gliding over Angel’s rigid length, only pausing every now and then to tease that sensitive bundle. I’ll give it to him, he’s putting up a good front, trying to make it seem like this is truly just a demonstration for Sawyer with the way he stands stock still and tries to remain expressionless. But ultimately, as expected, he breaks.
His hands thread through my hair to grip either side of my head. He stills my movements before starting up again, moving me at his pace and thrusting his hips to fuck my mouth. I’m sure it feels great for him, but I also think it’s a man’s way of taking back control. And fuck that.
I lightly squeeze his balls while moaning around him, and his rhythm falters. He groans and Sawyer chuckles again, but this time it’s stilted, filled with more confusion than with humor.
Angel’s hold on me tightens as he bucks his hips with more force. I gag, this time unintentionally, and I massage his balls a little more firmly than before.
His hips still, and his balls tighten. I continue sucking as his salty seed fills my mouth.
I clamp my eyes shut and mewl as if his cum is the most decadent thing I’ve ever tasted, keeping at it until he cups my chin and guides me away from him.
He grips the waistband of his sweats and pulls them back up over his hips.
A slow clap sounds behind me, and I force myself not to turn and glower at Sawyer.
“Well fucking done, Ivy,” Sawyer chortles, his cruel humor back in full force. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
I keep my head down, purposefully not meeting either man’s eyes. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stand, turning away from them. My feet itch to stomp away, but I fight the impulse.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” I ask Angel, my voice not nearly as angry as I expect. It sounds a little more … I don’t know, pathetic, than I mean for it to.
“Of course,” he says, taking a step toward me and gently brushing his hand over my shoulder. I hurry toward the bathroom before he can touch me anymore and pretend not to hear Sawyer’s laughter and crude words at my back.
I close the bathroom door and lock it before spinning to face the mirror. My stomach turns, and I breathe slowly in through my nose in an attempt to keep the nausea at bay.
It doesn’t work.
I cover a hand over my mouth and drop to my knees in front of the toilet just as bile rises. Tears blur my vision as I vomit, and I tell myself it’s only a physical reaction. But it’s a lie. A mountain of shame collapses on top of me, and I brace myself on the toilet bowl long after the semen-bile cocktail empties from my stomach.
What did I just do?
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Angel
“Satisfied?” I ask Sawyer who’s staring at me with the biggest smirk I’ve ever seen.
He chuckles. “Don’t act like you aren’t.”
I glance toward where Lib just vanished from and feel a twinge of guilt toppling onto the mountain of confusion that’s taken up residence in my mind.
I was not expecting that. Not even a little. Honestly, I thought she’d fight it, or at most, give a tentative, ten second blowjob.
That was… Jesus Christ, that was incredible.
I move my gaze back to Sawyer. “You should go.”
“And miss my turn?”
My head tilts, and my brows pinch. I pin him with a glare, and he laughs yet again.