He was back a minute later, a cold bottle in his hand. He popped the cap off with a quiet hiss and handed it to me. I took the beer, adjusted my pillow, and sat up against the headboard, taking a long, satisfying drink. Chloe remained on my arm, her leg still draped over me. We both watched as he went back to his position on the floor, ready for her next command.
"So, you'll stay the night?" Chloe asked, her fingers tracing a lazy circle on my chest. A thin smile played on her lips. "Mark can sleep in the living room if you do. He's used to it."
"Nah," I replied, taking a long drag from my cigarette. The smoke felt good in my lungs. "Gotta run. Thanks for the invite, though."
She chuckled, a soft, conspiratorial sound. She exhaled a cloud of smoke that hung in the air above us. "Ugh. These sheets stink of your cum and my juices. Fucking mess."
I glanced down at Mark, still on his knees, his face pressed to the floor as he worked. "Make him clean it?" I asked, a casual cruelty in my voice.
"I'll do," she said, her smile widening. "Hear me, Mark?" she called out, a playful lilt in her voice. "This mess is all yours. Come on, big boy, lick it all up. I want these sheets spotless."
He stopped licking the floor and looked up at us, his eyes wide and eager. "Yes," he replied, his voice a low, shaky whisper. "I'll clean."
"Good." She turned her gaze to me, her eyes glinting with a dark fire. "One more round?"
I finished my cigarette, flicking the butt on the ground. "Eh," I said, a slow grin spreading across my face. "Sure."
Mark scrambled to his feet, picking up the still-smoking butt and scurrying into the kitchen to throw it away. I got up, stretching my arms above my head, the muscles in my back and shoulders aching in a satisfying way.
When he returned, I pointed at Chloe, who was already sitting up on the bed, watching with a hungry look in her eyes. "Hold her in the air," I ordered. "You'll help me while I fuck your girlfriend."
He flinched, his body giving a small, eager twitch. "Y-yes," he stammered, his pathetic little cock starting to throb beneath his pants.
I shook my head, a sneer on my face. "You sick bastard. Fucking worm."
His eyes lit up with a sickening glee. He smiled, a wide, triumphant grin. "Yes. That's me."
Mark's hands, still trembling, came up to her waist. She leaned back against his chest, her head lolling back as he lifted her up, her body weight surprisingly light in his arms. She was a trophy in his hands, a prize he was holding for me.
"Good boy," I said, the words a low, mocking hum.
Chloe spread her legs wide, her thighs perfectly framing her wet pussy. She smiled at me, a look of hungry anticipation on her face. "You like what you see, James?"
I didn't answer. I just walked toward her, my cock, still hard, aimed at the wetness between her legs. I stopped just short of her, the tip of my cock just brushing her lips. The anticipation was electric.
"Push your girl onto my cock," I ordered, my voice a quiet hammer. "Do it, Mark."
His hands on her waist clenched, and he took a small, hesitant step forward. He moved her ever so slightly, and I felt the silky warmth of her pussy envelop the head of my cock.
"Yes…" he breathed, his voice a pathetic sigh of surrender.
I let out a low chuckle. "That's a good start. Now, move her. Move your girlfriend on my cock, boy. Show me how much you want this."
He began to move her, a slow, agonizing rhythm that drove my cock deeper and deeper. Chloe moaned, her head still back on his shoulder. "Oh, you know how to push my buttons, James," she purred, her hips moving in time with Mark's clumsy pushes. "He's getting so good at this."
I reached out and cupped her face, my thumb stroking her cheek as I watched the look on Mark's face. He was trapped, holding the woman he was supposed to love as I fucked her. The sight of her moaning against him was the ultimate turn-on. I leaned in and kissed her, a deep, slow, possessive kiss that left no doubt who she belonged to. Her body was grinding on my cock, held up by her pathetic boyfriend.
"He could feel your hips grinding on me, baby," she whispered against my lips. "He could feel me getting soaked for you."
Mark's little dick was throbbing, a hard little knot pressing against her ass. She noticed it and laughed, a high, cruel sound. "I can feel his little dick pressing against me," she said, her voice filled with a giddy contempt. "It's like a pencil."
I laughed with her, a cold, hard sound. I gripped her hips and pushed back, taking a final, deep thrust into her. "This is what she wants, Mark. Not your pathetic little dick. She wants a real man."
He let out a low, miserable groan, a sound of pure agony.
"He likes it," Chloe said, a smirk on her face. "Don't you, Mark? You like being a useless little cuck, watching me get destroyed. You like being our little bitch, holding me up while I get filled with real man's cum."
He didn't say a word, just continued to push her hips on me, his breathing heavy and ragged. He was so completely lost, so completely broken, that he had nothing left but his obedience.
"Say it," I ordered. "Tell her you're a cuck."
He looked at me, a flicker of something in his eyes, then it was gone, replaced by the same pathetic emptiness. "I'm a cuck," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Chloe laughed again, a sound that cut through the air. "Say it louder!"
"I'm a cuck!" he yelled, the words torn from his throat.
"And what are you doing?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. "What are you doing to your girlfriend right now?"
"I-I'm holding her for you..." he stammered, his body shaking. "I'm holding her while you fuck her."
Chloe smiled and kissed me again, her hips a frantic blur on my cock. "He's getting so good at this, James. He's a natural."
"He's a natural-born worm," I said, and she laughed. Mark just continued to hold her, his face a mask of shame and pathetic pride. It was a beautiful sight.