“No.” I shove back hard enough that his grip releases and I can look him in the eye. “You’ve got a girlfriend.”
His lazy smile is so beautiful I have to glance away as he drawls, “I mean… you’re not wrong exactly but on the other hand, I don’t think you understand how counting works.”
“You have more than one?”
“Doesn’t everybody?” A frown slowly draws itself onto his features. “Is that it? Are you a lesbian?” He lifts and carries me back to the bed as though I weigh nothing at all. Seated on his right thigh, my legs dangle between his while an arm grips me hard around the waist. “If so, can I watch?”
“No, I’m not into girls.” I wriggle, and his grip grows tighter. I can feel the length of him against the outside of my right thigh. His hand circles my leg, rubbing me against his hardness. His fingers are so high up they trigger a wave of longing. My clit pulses in time to his movements, desperate for his touch.
“Kiss me. You’ve kissed someone before, right?”
When I nod, he takes that as assent and covers my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside with the possessiveness of a triumphant invader. His lips are soft, then hard, then soft, then hard, and I gasp into him as my nerve ends buzz with delight. We find a rhythm and my hand curls into his hair like a traitor stealing into the enemy’s encampment at night.
He breaks for air, twisting and lifting me so I straddle him, my legs open, my shorts and underwear never feeling so thin, offering so little protection as they do right now.
I don’t know when, but both his hands are fisted in my hair. He tugs me back to stare into my face, reading something there that softens his expression. “So, you do find me attractive. I was wondering for a minute there.”
The idea is so ridiculous, I laugh, my forehead dropping to rest on his shoulder.
Sure. The guy with a slew of girlfriends clinging to him like a long tail was worried that the outcast freak wouldn’t like him. The girl he can blackmail into doing whatever he wants. Whenever he wants. But God forbid she doesn’t find him attractive.
“What?” He tugs my hair until I’m forced to look at him. The high cheekbones, the square jaw, the tangle of dark chestnut hair that flops down in a way that makes my fingers itch to brush it back. “You’re laughing at me?”
“I’m laughing at us.”
His eyes crease into soft lines, and I’m relieved. That the menace he brought into my room has dissipated; that I’m hot and horny, which is a million times better than being scared.
“You’ll need to learn how to give a blowjob.”
“Oh.” My eyebrows arch. “Will I?”
“Yeah.” His face turns serious as he digs his phone out and cues something on the screen before handing it to me.
A young woman with long black hair and an impossibly sculpted rear end is on her knees, an oversized cock hammering into the back of her throat. I close my eyes, but the sounds are just as provocative as the image. The warmth of Zach’s thigh next to mine doesn’t help.
“You’ll need to open your eyes if you want to replicate it,” he says in a teasing voice. “Take notes.”
I prise my eyelids open a fraction, squinting. A line of drool hangs off her chin and the man collects it in his hand before smearing it across her face.
While she smiles. Red lips parted around his gigantic cock.
My jaw aches in sympathy.
Zach draws my head close, whispering into my ear, “You can do that, right? For me?”
My chest is so tight it’s hard to inhale. The man onscreen holds the woman’s head still while he thrusts in and out of her. Where the hell are her teeth? “What if I can’t?”
“I won’t force you. I’m not Robbie 2.0.” He holds me steady while his hot breath caresses the side of my face, rustling the soft hairs on my neck. Making my nipples harden until they’re so sensitive, they’re sore. “We can find another way for you to prove your loyalty.”
Loyalty. I stare at the screen again, but if that’s what’s required to prove myself, I’ve already failed. “I’m not a sex worker.”
“No one’s asking you to be. This is just you and me.” He brushes a few stray hairs away from my face. “Doesn’t part of you want that?” He nods his head towards the video, but he’s staring into my eyes, making the question larger than it should be. “There’s a party on the weekend. I want you to do that. To me. At the party.” He presses a kiss to my cheek, impossibly gentle.
Sure. While his girlfriend watches. Every part of this feels like a trap. Except he’s already trapped me with my fingerprints on a gun.
And it’s mymouth.I’ve stuck worse things in my mouth before. A hot dog that fell on the ground at the annual A & P show for one.
Shaking my head is one of the hardest things I’ve done, but once I start, it becomes easier. This is the gift Tessa left me and I won’t squander it. “No. I don’t want that.” I wriggle free of his lap and move half the room away. Better.
