Page 28 of Ravaged Devotion

Had he said too?!

Hope was the most dangerous emotion. As addictive as the worst kind of drug.

The spark that ignited within Rue was fleeting, however, the Black Hart not giving him the time to mull that revelation over or question it.

His fingers practically tore out of him, and then that blunt object from earlier was back, even more insistent this time around.

“If someone asks about this later,” Ryker breathed bitterly over him, “be sure to tell them that you accidentally got fucked by an umbrella.”

“What? Wait—”

Ryker didn’t.

He drove the blunt object—what Rue now realized with mortification was the handle of the umbrella that’d been on the table—into him, shoving all four inches into him in one hard push.

“Too bad it isn’t long enough,” Ryker taunted as he began to pump it in and out of Rue. “Bet it’s not hitting all those places you like to be hit? Not as satisfying as, say, Ryder’s dick.”

“Stop!” Rue sobbed, the slick sounds coming from between his thighs making him wish the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. That he was finally getting touched by the Black Hart, only for it to be in the most embarrassing, humiliating way.

The fact that Ryker was seeing him like this…

“Look at you take it,” the Black Hart drawled then, almost as though reading Rue’s mind. “Look how greedily your hole sucks it back in and clings to it when I pull it out.” He tossed the knife, the weapon skidding across the table before stopping at the other end, too far for either of them to reach.

“No!” Rue heard the click of a camera a moment later, realized that Ryker had discarded the weapon so he could remove his multi-slate from his wrist.

“Keep moaning like that, little brother,” Ryker said. “It’s going to sound great on the recording.”

Recording?!

“Ryker, stop!”

“Did you tell Ryder to stop?”

Rue clamped his mouth shut. At least until the umbrella handle slammed into him with enough force to push the air out of his lungs. Electricity zipped through him as the handle moved over his prostate, toes curling in his sneakers as he shook around the object and wailed.

“You really are a fucking slut, Rue. Willing to take anything so long as you can get off,” Ryker sounded…disappointed.

“No, no, no.” He shook his head on the table, then dared to push up onto his arms. The move ended up sliding him back, made his body swallow more of the umbrella, and the sharp bark of laughter Ryker emitted made him whimper.

“Beg me,” the Black Hart offered. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you want you want. Maybe I’ll stop and—”

“Please,” the word came out of him in a rush, mind latching onto that first promise and nothing else. “Please, please, please! Please, Ryker!”

“Please what?”

“Touch me!” Rue was so close, but he didn’t want to come from an object, even if Ryker was the one fucking him with it. He wanted to feel the other man. Wanted to walk away from this with at least one tiny piece of the fantasy satisfied, and if that made him pathetic or weird or both, he was too turned on to give a shit. “Touch me, Ryk! Please, touch me!”

For a moment everything stopped. The umbrella halfway inside of him.

Then the multi-slate was tossed onto the table and Ryker’s other hand reached between them, fingers wrapping around Rue’s solid length. The first pump was almost tentative, the second more determined after Rue groaned and pushed against that palm.

Ryker wordlessly started fucking him with the umbrella again, this time working his dick with his hand, alternating so his thumb was swirling against Rue’s crown when the handle was driven deep, his fingers gliding down his shaft when the handle was pulled out. His breaths quickened the longer they went at it, and even though Rue knew what was really happening, that Ryker wasn’t actually inside of him and couldn’t be nearing climax the same way he was, the sound of his heavy breathing was just enough to trick his mind.

Rue imagined the Black Hart’s cock on the next thrust, plowing through him, claiming him. Focused on the rough callouses on his palm as it glided over his dick.

The orgasm ripped through him, his entire body convulsing as he emptied onto the floor, his ass clenching around the handle tightly enough it caused the Black Hart’s motions to faulter. The room tilted on its axis, his sharp cry filling the room as his back bowed and his eyes rolled.

When he finally collapsed forward, the umbrella was still inside of him. Rue was flattened over the table, heaving as he struggled to recalibrate. Every nerve ending was buzzing.