Without waiting for a response, Dick's hand moved to Lana's hoodie. He peeled it off, exposing her bare shoulders to the cool night air. His lips found her neck, trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone as his hand cupped her breast through her shirt. Lana's body stiffened at first, a tremor running through her, but she didn't pull away. She wasn't fighting it anymore—maybe she was finally seeing Mike for what he was. Weak. Spineless.
Mike's breath caught in his throat, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn't move. He didn't even make a sound. But Dick saw it. The twitch in Mike's pants, the way his eyes darted down to the way Dick's hands moved over Lana's body, his breath growing shallow. Pathetic.
"You're getting hard from this, aren't you?" Dick muttered, his voice low, dark amusement lacing every word. He smirked, pulling Lana closer, his hands squeezing her breasts as he kissed her neck again. "God, you're worse than I thought."
Mike's eyes flickered with shame, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there, rooted to the spot, watching as Dick's hands roamed freely over Lana's body. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now, and Dick could see the way his hands twitched, like he wanted to do something but didn't have the guts.
Lana's breath hitched, her body responding involuntarily to Dick's touch. She let out a soft whimper as his hand slid beneath her shirt, fingers grazing her bare skin. Her head tilted slightly, giving him more access to her neck. She was tense, her heart racing, but there was no fear in her eyes now—only realization.
"Look at her, Mike," Dick said, his voice cold. "This is what you let happen. You left her alone, let her fend for herself. And now? She's mine."
Mike's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. He looked like he was about to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he just stood there, watching, helpless.
Dick chuckled softly, his hand moving to the hem of Lana's shirt, tugging it up. "You want to say something?" he taunted, raising an eyebrow at Mike. "Or are you just gonna keep standing there with your dick in your hand?"
Mike's face twisted in frustration, his eyes darting between Lana and Dick, but he still didn't move. The bulge in his pants was growing more obvious by the second, and Dick didn't miss the way his breath quickened as he watched.
"You're disgusting," Mike finally muttered, though there was no conviction behind his words.
Dick laughed, shaking his head. "Says the guy standing there with a hard-on, watching his girl get touched by another man."
Lana squirmed slightly in Dick's lap, her breath coming in short gasps as his hands continued their slow exploration. She turned her head, her eyes locking with Mike's for a brief moment, and what she saw there seemed to shatter the last of her illusions. She saw the truth—Mike wasn't even a man.
Dick pushed Lana to her knees between his legs, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Mike, who stood frozen, unable to tear his gaze away. Lana's hands trembled slightly as she reached for Dick's waistband, but there was no hesitation in her movements. She knew her role now, and so did Mike.
"Show him," Dick murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Show him how a real man likes it. I bet he's never even touched you properly. Doesn't have the guts."
Lana smirked, her lips curving into something darker than amusement. "He's never even initiated the sex," she said, her voice filled with mockery as her fingers deftly unbuttoned Dick's pants. "I thought he was a loyal dog, but turns out, he's just a spineless little bitch."
Mike flinched at her words, his face twisting in anger and humiliation. He took a half step forward as if to protest, but the truth was written all over his face. He couldn't fight this.
Dick's hand slid into Lana's hair, gripping it firmly as she tugged his cock free. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with something between revenge and submission. She opened her mouth, taking him in slowly, her lips wrapping around his length with a practiced ease that made Mike's stomach churn.
"Watch closely," Dick said, his gaze shifting to Mike, who stood just feet away, his hands twitching at his sides. "You'll learn something tonight."
Mike's eyes flickered between them, his face pale with shame, but his body betrayed him. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now, straining against the fabric as he watched Lana's lips glide up and down Dick's cock, her head bobbing rhythmically as she worked him with her mouth. The wet, obscene sounds filled the night air, mixing with Mike's ragged breaths.
"You think you're angry, don't you?" Dick asked, his voice steady, almost bored. "But deep down, this is exactly what you wanted. To see her taken by someone stronger."
Mike's fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered, though his voice lacked any real bite.
Dick let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening in Lana's hair as she moaned around him, her tongue swirling expertly along his shaft. "That's it," he whispered, more to himself than her, his eyes flicking down to watch her take him deeper. "Good girl."
Lana's lips slid up to the tip of his cock, her breath hot and heavy as she paused, glancing up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. Her hand stroked him slowly as she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice breathless. "He never touched me like this," she said, her tone laced with both amusement and contempt. "Not once."
Dick's hand guided Lana's head back down, and she took him in eagerly, her tongue working faster now, her moans vibrating against his cock as she pushed herself to please him. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in slightly as she quickened her pace, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
"You hear that, Mike?" Dick said, his voice a low growl. "She's enjoying this. Something you could never give her."
Mike's face crumpled, his fists unclenching as the fight drained from him completely. He stared at the ground now, unable to meet Dick's eyes, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his defeat.
Dick's gaze flicked back to Lana, watching her work him, her mouth wet and eager as she sucked him harder, her tongue flicking along the underside of his shaft. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine.
His grip on her hair tightened, and with a sharp tug, he pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her lips were swollen, slick with spit, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She looked dazed, her eyes wide, filled with both submission and need.
"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. "Being on your knees for me. Letting him watch."
Lana nodded, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes, Dick."
"Good." He smirked, glancing briefly at Mike before pushing her head back down, his hips bucking slightly as he guided her rhythm. "Because this is your place now. Right here. On your knees, taking what I give you."
Lana moaned around his cock, her hands tightening on his thighs as she worked him faster, her movements frantic now, desperate to please.
Mike stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief, unable to tear his gaze away as Lana's lips slid up and down Dick's cock. Every shred of dignity he thought he had, crumbling right in front of him.
Lana moaned again, her tongue swirling around the head of Dick's cock, her hands gripping him like she couldn't get enough. Dick's hand tightened in Lana's hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp for air. She looked up at him, her lips wet, swollen, eyes wide with lust. "You're doing great," Dick murmured, his tone patronizing, like he was talking to a pet. "But I think you can take more."
Without missing a beat, Lana nodded, eager, desperate. She lowered her head again, taking him deeper this time, her throat constricting as she pushed herself past her limits. The gagging sound echoed in the stillness of the garden, mixing with the wet, obscene noises of her effort.
Mike's breath hitched, a wave of nausea rolling through him. He wanted to hate her, wanted to scream at her to stop—but the truth gnawed at him like a disease. She wasn't doing this because she wanted to hurt him. She was doing this because she knew, deep down, that he wasn't enough. He had never been enough.
Lana's pace quickened, her breath ragged as she tried to keep up with Dick's demands. She was lost now, completely wrapped up in the moment, her body betraying whatever shame she might have felt.
"C'mon," Dick said, his tone light, mocking. "Why don't you say something? Tell her to stop. Tell her she's yours."
But Mike stayed silent, his eyes locked on Lana's mouth as it moved over Dick's cock, faster, more desperate with every second that passed. He knew there was no point. She wasn't his anymore. She hadn't been for a long time.
Lana gagged slightly, pulling back for a breath before diving down again, her body shivering as she tried to take him deeper. Mike's pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out everything but the sick, wet sounds of her mouth on Dick's cock.
Dick's gaze shifted back to Lana, watching as she struggled to take all of him, her eyes watering from the effort. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're doing so well."
Dick felt the tightness as he pulled Lana further, forcing her lips down, pushing her to take him deeper until her throat constricted around him. Her muffled gasps and the way her body trembled told him she was at her limit, but he didn't let up. His fingers twisted in her hair, holding her in place, controlling her completely. Lana's throat spasmed around his cock, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop, didn't pull away.
"Breathe through it," he muttered, his voice a low growl. "Take all of me."
Lana whimpered, her hands clutching his thighs for support as she tried to do just that, her body convulsing as she struggled to obey. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate gasps, but her lips stayed wrapped around him, her tongue still working frantically.
"Look at him," Dick muttered, his voice rough as he glanced at Mike. "Watching you like a dog, hoping I'll leave him some scraps."
"Fuck, Lana," Dick muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he felt the tension snap. His body shuddered, and with a deep groan, he came, spilling into her mouth. He held her there, his grip firm in her hair as he rode out the last waves of pleasure, her throat convulsing around him.
Lana gagged again, her body shaking as she struggled to take everything Dick offered. He watched her, eyes cold but amused. "Don't swallow," he commanded. Lana froze, her lips still parted, the bitter taste of his cum lingering on her tongue. She looked up at him, her breath shallow, waiting for what came next.
"Come here, Mike." Dick's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. "I'll allow you to kiss her one last time."
Mike flinched, his eyes darting from Lana to Dick. His heart pounded in his chest, the humiliation flooding his veins. But the way Dick stared at him—there was no escaping. His gaze locked onto Lana, her lips trembling, coated in the evidence of what had just happened.
"Go on," Dick urged, leaning back slightly, his smirk widening. "Kiss her. Show her what kind of man you really are."
Mike took a shaky step forward, his legs feeling like lead. Mike knelt in front of her, the reality of it all sinking in like a heavy weight on his shoulders.
"Do it," Dick's voice was low, dangerous.
Mike leaned in, his lips trembling as they met hers. The bitterness of Dick's cum hit him instantly, making his stomach churn. Lana spit into his mouth, her body rigid, and for a brief second, Mike's fingers tightened on her shoulders as if he could somehow take her back, erase what had just happened.
But it was too late.
As their lips parted, Mike pulled back, his face pale, his eyes clouded with revulsion and despair. His mouth tasted like ash, like something he'd never be able to forget.