Damon’s POV
The friction of Micah’s clumsy, trembling hands wrapping around my cock triggered a memory I usually kept locked away. It made me think about the first time another man had ever tried to touch me. I could not even remember if that guy was still breathing today, nor did I care.
I had been sitting at a crowded VIP bar when the stranger walked up and handed me an expensive drink. I figured it was just a regular, respectful greeting from a fan. But then the man’s hand slid slickly down my chest, dropped straight to my lap, and aggressively squeezed my dick right through my pants.
A wave of pure disgust had filled my throat back then. I did not hesitate for a second. I smashed my heavy glass straight over his head, leaving him bleeding on the floor before I ordered my personal guards to beat him to a pulp and throw his body into the alley.
That was years ago, but this was right now. Logically, there should not have been any difference. Micah was a man too. But watching this small, terrified preacher’s son fumble his hands around my shaft did not disgust me at all. It only made me pulse harder. Micah kept grumbling beneath his breath, frantically whining about how the long line of cars behind my sports car was still honking at us. A few drivers finally got tired of waiting, flooring their engines to speed past us through the opposite lane, but the chaotic noise outside was still incredibly loud.
I did not care about the traffic at all. I just wanted to see exactly how this holy little virgin was going to make me cum.
I smirked, reaching down to firmly cup Micah’s jaw so he had to look at me. "At the slow rate you are moving, sweetheart, we might actually stay parked in this intersection until midnight. You are definitely going to end up missing your four o’clock lecture."
Micah froze instantly. I loved watching his expressions shift. I loved how easily I could make him react to every single word that left my mouth.
He shifted his weight on the center console, adjusting his position before glaring up at me with absolute fury in his eyes. "My hatred for you just multiplied by a hundred."
"Oh, really? How much was it before?" I teased, continuing to stroke his warm cheek with my thumb.
"Ten," he snapped.
"So that means it only increased to a hundred?" I asked, deliberately playing dumb.
"One thousand, you absolute bastard," he hissed.
"Oops, my bad. I am not very good at math," I chuckled, keeping my eyes fixed on his flushed face. "But you need to use all that beautiful hatred to make me cum, Micah."
Micah stared back down at my dick. It was completely engorged now, standing rigid and leaking clear fluid against his fingers. I could not even understand what it was about this specific guy that attracted me so intensely, but my thoughts were instantly cut short.
A sudden gasp left my throat as a wave of intense, wet heat enveloped the head of my cock.
I looked down, my eyes widening in genuine shock. Micah had actually dropped his head, wrapping his soft, wet mouth straight around my shaft.
He was terrible at it. He was completely, hilariously bad. His front teeth scraped roughly against my sensitive skin, but the tight, desperate suction felt so incredible that my hips twitched instantly. He was pumping the base of my shaft with one hand, sucking the top half down his throat, and using his free fingers to softly squeeze and roll my balls.
A loud, deep moan escaped my lips, echoing through the small cabin of the car. The pressure was immense. I could feel the heat building up rapidly in my lower stomach, pushing me straight toward the edge.
The moment Micah felt my body stiffen, he recognized the reaction and aggressively increased his pace.
I could not wait for his slow rhythm anymore. The sheer pleasure was turning my brain to mush. I reached down, tangling my fingers firmly into his soft hair to hold his head in place, and began to forcefully push my hips forward. I took control, sliding myself deep into his mouth. The heavy, wet bobbing sounds coming from the back of his throat filled the quiet car as he choked on my length.
My fingers tightened around his scalp, guiding him through a few more brutal, deep thrusts until my vision went completely white.
"Fuck, Micah," I groaned, holding him down as a massive wave of hot, thick cum erupted from my tip. I shot straight into the back of his throat, the excess fluid spraying over his tongue and leaking out onto his own lap.
The second I let go of his hair, Micah pulled away violently. He covered his mouth with his hands, coughing and gagging over the center console as he tried to swallow the mess.
It was incredibly cute.
I pulled a clean silk handkerchief from my dashboard and handed it over, but Micah refused to even touch it. He reached into his own bag, pulled out a messy tissue, and aggressively wiped his lips clean. I used my cloth to wipe the remaining moisture off my skin, zipping up my pants while looking over at his trembling frame.
"See? You could have gotten me to cum much faster if you had just used that pretty mouth from the very beginning," I remarked, adjusting my shirt. "Tell me, reporter. Do you finally have all the inspiration you need for volume two?"
"Take me back to school right now," Micah said, his voice cold and trembling with rage. He threw his soiled tissue straight onto the floorboards of my car and roughly pulled his bag over his lap.
I stared at his lap for a second. He was clearly pissed off, but his loose jeans could not completely hide the heavy, stiff bulge growing right in his own pants. The holy boy had enjoyed it just as much as I did.
I smirked, turning the key to start the engine. I spun us around in the middle of the road, and started the drive back toward the university campus.
The drive back was completely silent. Micah did not utter a single word to me, keeping his eyes locked onto the passenger window the entire time. The moment I pulled the car up to the curb near the journalism building, he reached out to shove the door open.
It did not move. I had already activated the safety locks.
Micah glared across the seats at me, his eyes practically spitting fire. "Unlock the door, Damon."
"Are you already trying to avoid me, sweetheart?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him. "I have a terrible feeling that the moment you step out of this car, you are going to try your best to never see me again."
"I never wanted to meet a monster like you in the first place."
"Right, I know. I forced you into this," I agreed smoothly. "Which means the only way I can guarantee you will keep coming back to me is if I use another proper threat."
I raised my hand, pointing my index finger directly toward the small, high-definition digital lens mounted right above the rearview mirror. Micah’s eyes tracked my hand, and his entire face drained of color the moment he realized what it was.
"Yes, babe," I whispered, leaning closer to his frozen form. "My car has a continuous internal security system. I have a perfect, crystal-clear recording of everything that just happened during our little drive."
"You... you are not going to send that to my father, are you?" he stammered, his voice cracking with pure terror.
"Your father?" I let out a loud, mocking laugh. "Why would I waste it on him? No, I will upload it straight to the university’s main media forum. The entire student body will get to see exactly how clumsy the preacher’s son is at sucking cock."
Micah went completely rigid. He slowly lowered his head, his shoulders slumping as the fight left his body. A small part of me felt a twinge of guilt for breaking him like this, but if he had just agreed to cooperate with me from the start, I would not have been forced to play this dirty.
"I won’t avoid you," Micah whispered to his lap, his voice completely defeated. "Just please... do not reveal that video to anyone."
"Good boy," I said, reaching over to gently pat his hair. "I knew we could come to an agreement. I expect the next article to be even more detailed than the first one."
I pressed the master release button on the dash. The lock clicked loudly, and the sleek red door automatically began to lift into the air like a wing. But before Micah could even lift his bag to step out, a massive shadow suddenly blocked the afternoon sunlight.
Someone was standing right outside the car, gripping the edge of the open door and staring directly into the low cabin.
"There you are, Micah," a deep, chillingly familiar voice echoed into the vehicle. "I have been standing right here waiting for you ever since I watched you drive off in this car exactly one hour and ten minutes ago."
Micah gasped, his entire body shuddering. "Noah?"
I stared past Micah’s shoulder at the rigid, terrifyingly intense expression on our hockey captain’s face. A wild, chaotic grin spread across my lips as the adrenaline returned to my veins.
’Ah. This psycho already caught us.’