Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He hadn’t even realized how much he’d craved this. The raw intensity with which Pyro lusted for him was honey drizzled over Clover’s ego. Whether it was the casual groping around the house or lewd comments, Clover loved the sexual attention he got from Pyro. Not to mention the rim jobs. Just wow. Pyro ate ass like there was nothing else he wanted to do all day.
Pyro’s breath caught, and he grinned, pulling Clover even higher above the floor. “And I still haven’t gotten to come in that unicorn. I’m feeling left out.”
For a moment Clover thought Pyro would fuck him then and there, but his wide green eyes were focused on Clover, as if he were waiting for something.
“We’ve got to amend that, right?” Clover gave Pyro’s lips a teasing lick as the word ours still rattled in his head. He was desperately wanted. For once, he belonged.
Pyro’s smile widened, telling Clover he’d said the right thing, as if Pyro, despite his unruly nature, felt the need to be invited into Clover’s arms again. As if he too craved that confirmation that he was wanted.
The next hard kiss had him tightening his legs around Pyro’s waist, and he yelped into the hot mouth when they swung away from the wall, balancing in the middle of the floor full of people. But despite fear scratching at the edges of his mind, he trusted Pyro and wouldn’t break the kiss as the other man maneuvered across the large room, hands firmly squeezing Clover’s ass.
He could hear more voices now, but he only opened his mouth when Pyro leaned forward, depositing him on a hard surface that had a broad edge, which dug into Clover’s hip. When he opened his eyes and saw the blackboard, his dick got so stiff the pressure of jeans became hard to stand.
He looked up at Pyro in shock, head so hot and buzzing with alcohol blood could be drizzling out of his ears and he wouldn’t feel it. “Here?” he whispered, glancing over Pyro’s shoulder at all the people staring.
“Yes, here. For everyone to see who you belong to.”
Clover had gotten accustomed to being watched by his chosen men, but this was something completely different. He was both afraid and excited, shy and bold. Pyro pushed his boundaries and challenged Clover to things he would have never considered before they met. Would he be okay with others seeing him fucked? Spread open and drilled by Pyro in that frantic way that communicated insane lust? Even women would be watching, he had no doubt about that. His head spun at the images his mind provided.
He couldn’t make a decision, so it was made for him. Like through a blurry lens, he saw Mina approach the blackboard and write his name at the bottom of the list. Heat spiraled into his skull, but he didn’t protest when Pyro dragged Clover’s pants down in a series of impatient movements. He was back between Clover’s hips within moments and grabbed Clover’s cock, pumping it with a distinct twist.
“Someone get me a Sharpie,” Pyro shouted through the music that made Clover’s head thud, and tore off Clover’s T-shirt. His chest was bare too, falling and rising rapidly, and he twisted his own nipple, watching Clover with a hunger that could only be satiated one way.
Clover sat bare-assed on the edge of the pool table, still dazed by what was about to happen. He knew he shouldn’t allow this, but he wanted to. This was who he was—living life to the fullest, adored by the wild, tattooed man between his legs, and ogled by strangers. Nothing bad could happen to him as long as Pyro was around, fulfilling Clover’s most illicit fantasies.
His cock drizzled pre-cum over Pyro’s hand, and he couldn’t even get a word in, too busy gasping for air and kneading the Ted Bundy face inked on Pyro’s pec. This was insanity, but Clover wouldn’t have had it any other way. Pyro pulled him closer, once again taking ownership of Clover’s lips. His tongue was so long Clover was starting to feel like there was a cock probing at his throat, but before he could have entertained this fantasy even further, Pyro pushed him to lie on the table, a black Sharpie in hand. Spectators formed a circle around the pool table, anonymous faces eager to see the fresh meat tenderized, and when Pyro spoke louder, he had all their attention.
“This boy here is not for free use. He’s ours! You better remember this,” he said, and the smooth tip of the marker tickled Clover’s chest, leaving behind bold lines that made up five letters.
T-A-K-E-N
Never before this crazy ride with Tank’s crew had anyone wanted Clover so badly. He was dizzy from the excitement of belonging. He craved it with all his heart, and judging by the blackboard, public sex wasn’t an out of the ordinary occurrence in this clubhouse, so why would he stop himself? He’d get his ass creamed, and he’d love it.