Mitch is a total pervert. Hardcore. Seriously, it's the second time he's dared someone to suck his fingers, and if the first time watching Jenna do it wasn't awkward enough, now he's looking at my lips while smirking like a total jackass. I know I have a pretty face, but fuck, I'm sick and tired of guys treating me like some fucking girl.
“You can always pick truth,” Jenna offers, looking at me sympathetically.
I can't. There's no way I can pick truth. Every time Mitch has gotten a truth he's asked if the person was a virgin, and there's no way in hell I'm admitting to that. At least Jake and Dave stepped out to get some soda. The last thing I need is my best friend seeing me sucking Mitch's fingers like I'm some sort of slut. Bad enough Jenna and Chris are here.
“You chicken, Sullivan?” Mitch asks, his grin only growing as I glare at him. What an asshole.
“You just better have washed your hands,” I mutter, glaring at the offending digits. They look clean enough, nails short with no dirt underneath. Might have some potato chips on them, but that won't be the end of the world. I just really wish he'd stop looking at me like I'm about to suck his dick.
“Ask Jenna; my fingers are nice and clean.”
I glance over to Jenna, who just shrugs at me. Considering how she'd been grinning the entire time she was sucking on his fingers, I have a feeling she's too slutty to actually care. This is what I get for hanging with the college kids. They're Dave's friends, and Dave is Jake's brother, so I really can't make an ass of myself chickening out.
“And hey, if my fingers are dirty, I'm sure you can clean them off real nice,” Mitch adds casually, his brown eyes glinting wickedly from beneath his shaggy blond hair.
I've only just met Mitch tonight and I'm pretty sure I hate him.
I'm running out of time. Jake's going to be back, and I really don't want him to see this. I hold my hand out, expecting Mitch to give me his fingers so I can lick the stupid things. But the asshole just shakes his head, raising two up in front of my face.
I glare him down, then look over to Chris who has the stopwatch. “Not a second over three minutes. I'm not falling for that again.”
Chris just holds his hands up with an apologetic grin that doesn't reach his eyes. Yeah, he's an ass too.
“I think you're stalling,” Mitch whispers, ducking his head closer to mine until he's in my ear. “It's just fingers, Sullivan. Not like I'm asking you to suck my cock.”
Fire rushing to my face, I grit my teeth. I totally hate him. He's just saying that because he wants me to think about his dick while I'm doing this. The kid fucks anything on legs, guys and girls, and he's just trying to freak me out because he knows I'm a virgin. Fuck him.
Letting out a soft breath, I reach forward, opening my mouth to quickly wrap around his stupid fingers so I can get this done already. He stops me with two words.
Glaring at his hand, I part my lips, slowly leaning the last inch forward and praying I manage to give him the plague in some magical fluke of cosmic retribution.
My mouth is really wet by the time I actually feel the two fingers. He's halfway in my mouth when he touches my tongue. I can't help but gasp from the feel of the firm pads of his fingertips, my tongue hollowing as I flinch away. Staring down resolutely at the holes in his jeans, I try not to make a noise as he rubs down the rough texture of my flesh, pushing into my building saliva and drawing forward to my wavering tip.
“Suck,” he orders lowly in my ear, his breath burning hot on my cheek.
I want to punch him. He's trying to make me think about dick, I can tell just by the way he said it. Glaring straight ahead, I tighten my lips reluctantly, doing my best not to feel just how hot and damp his fingers are getting while in my mouth. Tentatively I try to suck around his fingers, my tongue hollowing again and inadvertently caressing against the digits. God, I hate him.
“Harder than that... Good. You're not bad, Sullivan.” Smirking against my ear, he adds mockingly. “You do this a lot?”
He's an absolute asshole. Like I go around sucking fingers, or dick—Cus he's totally really saying that. What a total sick perv, and I can't even tell him off because he has his fingers in my mouth.
My saliva is building too much, flooding the back of my throat, and I have to swallow or something even more embarrassing will happen. I try to do it in a way he won't notice, moving my mouth as little as possible. But he still grunts, still pushes his fingers deeper when my throat and tongue convulse. I refuse to meet his eyes. I'm not Jenna. I'm not some slutty chick that just smiles and sucks fingers like I really want it to be dick. I'm a guy, and I just have to wait this fucking dare out.
Mitch isn't content to let me just sit with his fingers in my mouth. He starts moving, sliding them in and out between my clinging lips, his knuckles rough and tugging at my flesh. Brows furrowed, I breathe heavier out my nose, refusing to acknowledge what he's doing. It's not the same. They're just fingers. I have no plans on sucking a dick anytime in the future, and this is not like sucking dick, no matter how much he's panting in my ear like a dog right now.
“Fuck, you're really tight.” His other hand suddenly tangles in my shoulder length blond hair, pushing my head back roughly. I almost open my mouth to complain, but just manage to stop myself. There can't be more than a minute left, right? Two, tops. Just got to endure the salty taste of his fingers, the firm, rough feel of his flesh a little longer, and it'll be done.
He pulls my hair harder, and I can't help it, I whimper. He sighs in my ear like I'm doing it for him, the creep, and pushes his fingers even deeper, moving down my tongue and reaching into my throat.
“That's it... Fuck, you're not even gagging. I think you're a natural.”
Fucking pervert. It's uncomfortable, my lips stretching wide over his knuckles, my throat convulsing as I fight not to cough. I struggle harder to pull air in, hating how hot his breath is as he suffocates me inside and out.
“Can you take it deeper?” Fuck, I should bite him. “Open your mouth nice and wide, and take me deeper, cutie.”
His fingers scrape the back of my throat and my mouth opens wide as I gasp and choke, spilling hot fluid down my lips and chin. He grabs the nape of my neck, groaning in my ear. When I'm done coughing, his fingers are going deeper before I can protest, his hand keeping me from moving away.
“Fuck, you can really take it deep. We should talk, Sullivan. For real. I think we could be good fucking friends.”
I'd give anything to be able to tell him to fuck off right now. But he's rubbing my tongue again, trying to make me choke. Saliva is running down my chin, tickling cold on my throat, and I can't even wipe it away as he thrusts his fingers, making sure to push into my bottom lip each time.
It's suffocating, and hot, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it actually feels like to have a dick in your mouth. But a dick is totally bigger, with that slick, swollen head. It would probably fill my entire mouth, probably wouldn't get so deep. No, this is nothing like that, and he needs to stop grunting in my fucking ear.
“Thirty seconds. Better make them count,” Chris says cheerfully.
I fucking hate Chris; all of Dave's friends suck. I wish Jake didn't hang out with his older brother so much. Dave's a jerk most of the time to me, and apparently his friends are too.
“You're doing real good. Damn, you've got some really red lips, Sullivan. I think I know what my next dare is going to be.” His hand clutching the base of my skull, I can only groan in protest when Mitch's tongue suddenly licks over my lips. Sick fucking perv.
God, it's almost over. I know I'm gasping to breathe and everyone can see how red my face is. I close my eyes, hoping to block out Mitch's cruel grin, trying to ignore his tongue following his fingers as he pushes into my mouth. I can't help it. I groan again, louder, trying to turn away.
“Mitch, leave the kid alone,” Jenna snaps.
“Make me.” Humming, his tongue moves up the side of my face as he pushes his fingers deep into my throat again. I'm a mess, mortified and can't breathe around his fingers like I could earlier. He likes it, grunting as he pushed deep in small thrusts. I choke around him, hot tears slipping from beneath my lashes.
“Yeah, we should have some fun, Sullivan,” he rasps into my ear. “I think you'll like it. I can show you how to swallow something down much thicker than just fingers.”
My groan sounds like a gurgle as he pulls me close and takes my slick bottom lip and holds it tight between his teeth. He bites down, hard, and I gasp, coughing the same moment Chris calls the time and Mitch pulls his fingers from my mouth. I immediately shove him away, hunching forward when I can't stop hacking.
Asshole. He's an absolute asshole and I totally hate him.
“What do you say, Sullivan? Wanna meet me in the backyard for a few minutes?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.
Wiping my chin dry with my wrist, I stumble to my feet. “Go fuck yourself.”
I turn, determined to go home and never visit Jake's again when his brother has friends over, only to stop short. Jake and Dave are standing in the doorway, both of them staring at me with stunned expressions.
How long have they been there? I hadn't heard anything, but once Mitch had his fingers down my throat I really couldn't notice much of anything else. I duck my head, hating how flushed I feel with Jake staring at me like that.
“Get out of the way,” I mutter, wincing from how hoarse my voice sounds.
Jake quickly steps back like he's terrified I'm going to hit him. Good. He should be. I hate Mitch and I hate Jake for inviting me over here. I push past Dave, who's still staring at me slack-jawed as his eyes move down my body. Fuck him.
“Wait—He didn't hurt you, did he?” Jake follows after me. “I'll have Dave beat the crap out of him, swear. Shit, just wait.”
Stopping short at the outer door, I turn, glaring at him in exasperation. “I'm fine. I just want to go home.”
“Oh... Well, let me walk you, at least,” Jake offers hesitantly.
He's staring at my mouth. My best friend of eight years is just standing there, staring at my mouth, and I know he's thinking of what it would look like if his dick was in it. I fucking hate Mitch.
“I don't suck dick.”
Blinking, red rushes to his cheeks. “I-I never said...”
“You're staring at my mouth the same way that asshole was,” I snap, flinching as my voice cracks. Fuck. Turning, I push outside into the night air. Jake eventually follows, catching up to my fast pace to walk beside me.
“I'm sorry. I just—Shit, you didn't see what you looked like.” I glare at him from the corner of my eye. He's so not fucking helping himself here.
“I don't suck dick.”
He grabs my arm, holding it tight until I stop walking and glare at him properly. “Yeah, but maybe you really should.”
My hands tighten into fists. I'm two seconds from slugging him. “I will fucking kill you if you ever say something like that to me again.”
“You looked hot. Really fucking hot.” The fucker didn't even have the decency to blush.
“Fuck you.” I go to leave, but he holds onto my arm. He's taller than me, stronger, and when I try to wrench free, Jake pulls me back hard enough that I stumble and crash against his chest.
“Come on, B. It's not that big of a deal.”
He's got to be out of his fucking mind. I'm so stunned, I stop trying to elbow him. “What, are you telling me you've... you've sucked dick?”
Blushing, he looks away. “Not exactly.”
“Because if you're talking about Mitch's fingers, it's not the same fucking thing, you asshole. I don't do that—And don't you dare fucking say I should,” I add warningly.
He's quiet for a long moment, but he won't let go of my arm. I never really noticed just how blue his eyes are. Even in the dark, they damn near glow.
“Just try it, B. Just once... Just me.” Staring me right in the eye, he grabs me by the chin, his thumb moving over my bruised bottom lip. “You looked really good.”
“Don't,” I whisper weakly, trying to step back and get away from the crazy heat that seems to be coming from every spot he's touching me. “I don't...” He has my chin caught and I have this heart pounding, almost certain feeling he's going to kiss me.
His other hand moves to my wrist, pulling my arm down until it's trapped hot between our bodies. “Just a little. Just to see if you like it.”
He's been hanging out with his asshole brother too much. “There is no way in fuck—Oh.”
He's hard. His hips move again, his hand holding my palm steady so he can rub his erection into it. Holy fuck.
“You might like it,” he murmurs, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my mouth ever so lightly. “I'll be nice about it... Let you go at your own pace. I would never hurt you, B.”
I exhale unsteadily, my mouth feeling really wet again, like right before Mitch's fingers touched my tongue. “Jake... This is fucking weird.”
I should tell him to fuck off. I should hit him, and tell him to fuck off, and never, ever, ever talk to him again. But I can't stop looking at the way his jeans are tented. And when he lets my palm go so he can pull his zipper down, I don't step away.
“Get on your knees, B.”
I swallow hard, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Why?” I manage to croak out.
“You know why.” His hand moves from my chin to the side of my face, raking through my long hair. “Seeing you like that got me so hot. It won't take long. You don't even have to swallow if you don't want.”
He's crazy. Absolutely crazy. But my feet just won't fucking move. I hear a rustle of fabric and my gaze falls again. Yeah, so that's what he looks like hard. Bigger than I thought. Really nothing at all like fingers.
“Get on your knees.”
It'll be fast, right? I mean, he's really hard, and... And fuck, it might not be that bad. It's Jake, and he's hard over me... And he's big. Probably wouldn't get as deep as Mitch's nasty fingers.
Eyes caught on the way his hand is moving over the underside of his shaft, I don't notice right away when he pushes down my shoulder. It's not until he puts more pressure on me, my knees swaying, that I realize what I'm doing. My breath stuck somewhere in my throat, I slowly sink to the ground.