Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo #3)

14. Iggy

CHAPTER 14

Iggy

T he emotions of disgust and rage are so thick I’m confident I can choke on them. I always knew I was lucky to have my parents, but until I joined Gutless Void, I didn’t realize how fortunate I truly was. Lars and Cain were really open about their parents and how they grew up. Their disdain for drugs and alcohol directly correlated to how substances had demolished their lives. Marley’s parents were more of a mystery. The only time he’d ever mentioned them was when he went back home for his father’s funeral five years ago. His mother now lives in Florida. The only member of his family I’d ever gotten to know was his sister Monica. For the last eight years, the two of them became orphans my mother took in like her own.

I should say something to Marley, but I’m not sure what words I can choose to utter from the vast and complicated thoughts rattling in my mind. “I know your father is dead, but would I be a bad person if I flew to Florida and killed your mother?”

“Yes,” Marley says. “She’s almost sixty, and I think her dementia is a sufficient form of punishment.”

Both Marley and I sit beside each other on the bed, and I wrap my arm around his shoulders. He doesn’t resist when I pull him toward me, holding him in the silence. “What can I do?”

Marley inhales deeply. “Understand that as much as I care for you and as much as I want to fuck you, I can’t give you more. I’m not capable. We can fuck, Iggy. Fucking is something I’m good at. Sex keeps the demons at bay and in that moment, I can give you all of it. The problem is the after. There isn’t enough capacity in me to give you the beyond. We need to remove feelings from the equation. ”

“You think you can handle me fucking other people?” I ask.

Marley stares at the wall, his shoulders falling. “No.”

“Friends with benefits, but with exclusivity?”

My arm drops to my side as the bed shifts and Marley rises. “I don’t know what to fuckin’ do. The idea of you being with another person induces a rage I’ve never experienced before. And I know that isn’t fair.”

He’s right, it’s not fair. Nothing about any of this is fair; not his parents, not how their treatment affected Marley’s mental health, not the way I crave my best friend. Not one element of our situation is fair. None of that matters, though, because even with everything stacked against me, against us, I want Marley. So I do the only thing I can—lie. “Hey, you know me, no-strings fucking sounds like a grand old time.”

I get off the bed and stalk toward Marley’s side. He doesn’t hesitate as he grips my throat and pulls me toward him. “Now, where is that lube? ”

I point to my pants, still discarded on the floor. Marley abandons my neck and walks toward the denim, lifting it off the floor. He rummages through the front pocket, pulling out the two-ounce bottle.

“Get on your knees, Iggy.”

I follow the instructions and kneel before him. My hand grabs his thickening dick and my fingers spread his pre-cum on his pierced cockhead.

Marley roughly grabs my neck. “Look up and open your mouth.” As soon as my lips part, Marley spits inside. “Good boy. Now gag on that dick for me.”

My lips circle his girth and I bring my head forward, taking Marley straight to the back of my throat until I gag.

Marley thrusts forward, taking control. His hands grip my hair and he rides my face with force, and I love it. “That’s it, baby boy, show me what a slut you are for my dick.”

He yanks me off his cock and spits on my face, degrading me. “More. ”

Both Marley and I freeze at the request. I am not sure where this desire to be degraded comes from. All I know is, when I am with Marley, I crave it. With him the submission provides me with a surge of delight and makes my cock so hard I am almost confident it could cut through glass.

“What did you say?” Marley asks.

“Use me.”

Marley smiles. “Beg me like a pathetic whore. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to my perfect little cum rag.”

Marley grips my hand as I move to swipe away the excess saliva. “Pretty whores don’t clean up their depravity. They wear it on their faces like a badge of honor.” He smiles before spitting on my face again, the saliva trailing down my cheek. “There, aren’t you pretty for me? Now beg for the privilege to suck my cock, you pathetic cum dump.”

“Please let me suck on your cock. I’ll be a good boy and choke for you. Use my worthless mouth for your pleasure. Just please let me drink your cum. ”

Marley yanks my head back and slaps my face with his dick. “Fuck, baby, I love it when you beg.”

I stick my tongue out and lick his piercings. “I can’t wait until I feel these piercings deep in my ass. It’s all I have been able to think about. How full I will be with your big dick fucking my asshole until I scream your name.”

“Fuck,” Marley grunts as he shoves his cock back into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his dick, savoring his distinct flavor. There is a need in me for Marley to choke me, to use me. I want him to own every part of my body. I gaze up at him and relish how calm and demanding he is. Right now, he isn’t in his head. He’s not thinking about harming himself. Marley’s sole focus is on me and him. On us.

“You’re too good at that, baby boy. If you keep going, I’m going to come down that pretty little throat.” He pulls out of me. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me? Ass up, head down.”

I crawl on the bed and get into position. My head’s on the duvet while I expose my ass in the air. It’s a vulnerable position, a submissive one .

Marley’s hands grab my ass, and he spreads my cheeks before spitting on my anus. “Look at that ass. It’s just begging to be fucked.”

My body jolts forward as Marley’s tongue swirls in my asshole. “Fuck, baby boy, you taste so good.”

I’m so fuckin’ glad I keep it clean down there. Both Marley and I are fresh as a daisy for the groupies. We felt bad these women would rim our assholes after a show, so right before we got onstage, we prepped. There is no reason for us to be filthy assholes. A clean asshole seems so much more acceptable. Besides, I rather enjoyed when groupies would talk about us in tabloids and always say Gutless Void had the best hygiene out of all the rock stars they’ve ever been with. Let’s just say a groupie endorsement was really helpful for adding notches on the good old bed post.

Fuck, Marley is really in there. Many people in my life have rimmed me, but Marley Banks is hands down the best at using his tongue. I’m pretty sure I can come right now, but I hold on until that beautiful cock and its adornments are in me .

“Marley,” I pant.

“Baby boy, I’m gonna need you to shut up so a man can eat in peace.” A sharp sting lands on my ass from Marley’s firm hand. Fuck, he just spanked me. Why did I like it? I push my ass back.

Marley chuckles and hits my ass again. “You like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut? Did you always know you were a little bitch, Iggy? Or are you just a pathetic whore for me?”

“For you,” I croak, as the pad of Marley’s finger circles my asshole. “I’m just a little bitch for you.”

Cold liquid glides down my ass crack before he pushes one finger inside. When he’s sure I’ve adjusted, he adds a second, making me moan. “How many cocks have you had in this tight little ass?”

“None.”

“Beg me, baby boy. Beg me to take this virgin ass.”

Marley’s dirty mouth has me on edge and I’m so turned on I’m confident I’ll do anything he wants in order to get some relief. Another slap on my ass, this one harder than the last.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper. “Take my ass, hard and fast.”

Marley pushes the tip of his pierced cock against my ass, making me moan as he slowly pushes through. I was right. Those piercings are fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I groan, pushing back against his hard cock.

Marley grabs my shoulder as he thrusts into me. “You’re so tight, baby boy. Fuck, you feel so good.” He fucks me deep, and he’s not gentle. I find I want him to lose control, to show me this confident and wild side he keeps hidden.

Marley’s hand snakes around my throat, and he pulls me up by the neck. “I’m going to tear this tight little ass apart. I’ll make you my little bitch. Have you salivating like a dog to get fucked over and over by this dick.”

I try to speak, but Marley’s grip on my throat is so tight I can’t make a sound. His other hand moves up to my mouth and I open for him, inviting his fingers to invade my mouth.

“I’m gonna take my ass whenever I want. All I have to do is say the word and you’ll get on all fours like a bitch in heat and present yourself to me.”

Marley, referring to my ass as his, has me feral. I never thought I’d like being fucked like this. Other times with guys, it was me on top, demanding and in control, but the way my dick is pointing like an arrow has me knowing this is the best sexual encounter of my life.

Marley pulls his spit-covered fingers out of my mouth and moves it to my dick.

“Look how hard you are. You’re a pathetic whore, aren’t you, Iggy?”

“Yes,” I croak.

He grabs my hand, moving it to my dick. The two of us jerk me off until I come in waves on the duvet.

That is embarrassing. I just came like a twelve-year-old with Marley’s expert fucking. I haven’t come that hard or that quick in over ten years. Perhaps it’s from getting fucked in the ass, or it’s Marley’s filthy mouth. Maybe it’s a combination of the two.

Marley quickens his thrusts, and I loudly groan. He pushes my head down on the cum I left on the duvet before placing his foot on my head. “Why don’t you be a good cum slut and lick up your mess, before you’re too loud and wake up your mom?’

With my shoved in cum, Marley fucks me until he comes with a groan, deep in my ass.