My hands shake as climax scrapes its nails down my chest, begging to break free. But she holds me in the palm of her hand—literally—controlling my every whim. I want to shove my fingers into her hair and spill down her throat, but she doesn’t let me, pausing anytime I go to touch her.
“Better come fast,” she says, blowing across my slit before sucking me all the way down again.
Tears well up in my eyes, pleasure bordering on pain spinning through my stomach until it’s taking up all the room. A pathetic whimper tears past my lips, like a siren erupting in the room.
“Elle, baby, I’m—can I?—”
“Can you come in my mouth?”
“Fuck,” I grind out, losing my mind. “That what you want?”
“Mm-hmm,” she coos around my dick, nodding enthusiastically. Spit and precum cover her face, tears from all the gagging having smeared her makeup.
Her face brightens, sending me over the fucking edge.
My hands lock up, and I resist the urge to throw my head back as my balls seize, release shooting through me like a goddamn rocket. Electricity, white-hot and blinding, zips up my spine, and she lets out the sexiest sound when the first ropes of cum assault her tongue.
It’s a greedy, almost anguished noise, almost placating as she coaxes more from me, squeezing tight and milking me dry.
I black out for a moment. She’s still stroking me when I return to earth, keeping the crown just inside her lips, as if trying to catch any last drops.
Sweat slicks the sides of my face, over my neck, down my back. When she pops off me, she uses her middle and ring fingers to scoop what falls out of her mouth back inside, and then opens wide to show me the sticky white mess.
Goddamn, that’s hot.
“Very good,” I breathe, running my hand over her hair. “Think you can swallow all that for me?”
She rolls her eyes, like it’s not even a challenge, but instead of doing so, she pushes quickly to her feet and shoves me onto the desk. My back slams against the wood surface, my body folding for hers as she climbs over me.
There’s no time to consider what she’s doing before she leans in. Her eyes meet mine, hesitating for a moment as she silently asks permission. I part my lips slightly, an equally silent agreement.
Salty, thick fluid drips into my mouth, and she presses her lips to mine in a wet kiss. On the one hand, most men probably aren’t into their own spunk, but for some reason, I’m not even giving it a second thought.
It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to swallow my load and not be willing to do the same. Plus, she gets really into the kiss, finally letting me put my hands in her hair and on her ass, and I realize I don’t mind doing anything she wants.
She’s owned me from the day we met anyway. I’ve just been unable to admit it until now.
The sound of knocking kicks us from the make-out session; she’s sprawled atop me, her dress hiked up high on her hips, lips swollen. My hair is a tangled mess, my dick still hanging out and my pants around my ankles.
We don’t move again until the footsteps walk away, and even then, we wait until there’s no more audible movement outside at all.
Clearing her throat, she climbs off me, adjusting her outfit and fixing her hair. I stand, pulling my pants up and trying to collect my breathing.
“How’d that audition hold up?” she asks, tossing me a timid smile over one shoulder. “Better than with the audience?”
I’m not sure why, but the question makes me feel slimy. “Elle, I meant what I said about you out there. I wasn’t trying to manipulate you.”
“I know,” she replies. “I’m the one who asked for the private audition, remember?”
“Sure, but I want to make sure you know I’m not…” Trailing off, I scratch my scalp, at a loss for words. “Well, I’m not the men you met in Hollywood. Roles aren’t tied to sexual favors. Or any favors really. If you get one, you get it fair and square.”
She snorts. “Relax, Boy Scout. I don’t think you took advantage of me. This was inevitable, right?” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she sends me one last grin as she heads for the door. “Next time, you can return the favor.”
30
ELLE
Beckett Dupont is waitingoutside my dorm room when I get out of astronomy, which instantly makes the hair on the back of my neck raise.
