Dim yellow light floods the hallway and I see a disheveled and clearly drunk Devin squinting and blinking in the sudden light.
“Devin, what the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, taking in his appearance.
His tie is gone, his shirt and jacket sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his usually carefully styled hair is a mess.
“This is my family’s house, I can go wherever I please,” he responds with the arrogance I’m used to hearing filling his tone.
“Not when I’m living here, you can’t,” I say, crossing my arms across my chest.
Devin doesn’t answer, and I realize he’s staring at me with a hungry look in his glazed eyes. I glance down at myself and realize why he’s suddenly gone quiet. In my haste to apprehend the intruder, I didn’t bother to pull on any clothes, and I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
“Get out of here, Devin. You’re drunk and need to sleep,” I sigh, moving down the hallway and past him, opening the front door.
He walks toward me, slowly and unsteadily, and I raise my eyebrow, doubting his ability to make it across the grounds and into the main house without hurting himself or rousing the entire household. I wait for him to leave, but he shuts the door and steps into my personal space. The scent of whiskey and Devin fills my nose as he presses against me. I lift my hands to gently push him away, but he slaps them aside and kisses me. I’m taken by surprise at the ferocity of his lips and tongue hungrily seeking entrance to my mouth, and I find myself granting him permission. The hot flavor of his tongue and whiskey permeates my mouth and I push him back, more forcefully this time.
“You’re drunk, stop it,” I bark at him.
He chuckles, “I’m not drunk enough that I don’t know what I want, Ethan. You’re not blind to the fact I want you, and given the way you kissed me back just then, I don’t think you’re as immune to me as you’d like to think you are.”
Fuck. Even as inebriated as Devin is right now, he’s still annoyingly perceptive.
“You caught me by surprise, and I stopped you,” I throw back at him.
“That may be true, but not before you let me have a taste,” he says with a smirk.
I can think of no response to that, and the truth of his words fills me with shame. I hate everything this man stands for and the wealth that allowed his Society to get away with murder, but the truth is, I’m attracted to him, and I hate it with every fiber of my being. He moves closer, and I take a step back, but he follows, stalking me like a predator until I’ve nowhere to go. I shove him away, but he keeps on coming. His eyes flash dangerously when I glare at him and push away once again. Devin moves back in for the kill, quicker than I expected him to in his current state and he wraps his hand firmly around my throat before sliding his hand down the front of my boxers to grip my dick.
“Fuuuuck,” I curse, hissing the expletive between my teeth when he slides his hand down the length and rubs his thumb over the head.
“You’re a fucking liar, Ethan,” he murmurs huskily, releasing my dick and tugging my underwear down to get better access.
I grab his hand to stop him, but he just tightens his grip on my throat and moves closer until my dick is pressed against his body. I glance down and see the obvious tenting in his slacks as he rubs it against me with a groan.
“Stop,” I grit out through my teeth.
“I don’t think that’s really what you want, is it? If you did, then you’d be stopping me from doing this,” he says, releasing my throat and dropping to his knees in front of me.
I go to push him away as he grips my ass with his hands and runs his tongue down the length of my dick. I shouldn’t let him do this. He’s drunk, and I’m taking advantage of him by allowing him to do this to me. I try to remind myself that he’s the enemy, but damn it all to hell, I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing to me right now.
Chapter Thirteen
Devin
Ethan is trying to push me away, but I’ve finally got him where I want him, vulnerable, pliant, and with his thick cock in my mouth. I’ve had enough drinks to lose control of my perfect facade, and be unsteady on my feet, but I have enough comprehension within the alcohol induced haze to be aware of what I’m doing. He’s right to try and stop me, but I don’t care enough to obey. Besides, I’m the one who should be making all the rules, and I’ve decided he needs to shut up and fuck my face.
I swipe my tongue around the length of his cock, tasting the hot clean skin, before dragging it slowly down to the head. I wrap my lips around the head and suck deeply, all the while flicking my tongue lightly over the tip and eliciting a shuddery moan from him. Ethan is putty in my hands, and his cock is hot and pulsing in my mouth, and I’m aching to see how far I can push him. I want to see him delirious with need and then I want to leave him as strung out as he’s been making me.
I tease him with long strokes, and alternate between taking him deep into my throat and sucking on his head, working him up more and more. I squeeze his ass in my hands and run my fingers down the seam to tease his asshole with my fingertips, brushing
