Slower.
“Better.” My jaw is getting tighter. My dick even harder. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction of coming three seconds in. If she wants this, she’s gonna have to work for it. “You just gonna keep looking at it?”
She throws me a confused look.
Which I wipe off her face in an instant when I grab a fistful of her hair and force her head closer to my cock. “Suck it.”
She hesitates, pushing back against my hand, and I see a flicker of anger in her eyes before she turns and swallows the tip of my dick.
Jesus…fucking…Christ…
I bite back a groan, clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ache.
When her tongue swirls against my crown, it’s like she’s holding a torch to my nerve endings. I clamp down on my lower lip, doing my best to stay silent, to stay still. To leave everything one hundred percent up to her, so I can see how she tries to fake her way out of this one.
Because fine, the photo is a fake. But did she really think I didn’t do my due fucking diligence? I spoke to the guys who were there. Were they all bullshitting when I asked them about her?
Please.
I’m dead set that she knows exactly what she’s doing—pretending not to know how dick sucking works—until she takes more of me into her mouth and doesn’t take her teeth out of the way first.
“Fucking Christ! Easy, Heavenly.” My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her off while my cock twitches painfully.
Her lips part, eyes wide and startled. “What did I do?”
“No teeth,” I say slowly, hesitantly dragging her wide-eyed face closer to my dick.
I swear, I’m hunting for the smallest sign on her face—in her eyes—that she’s bullshitting me, but all I see is concern.
“God, sorr—” My cock cuts off the rest, but I have to force myself not to thrust into her fucking throat when the vibration of that last word hits my dick.
Don’t thrust, Kai. Don’t you dare fucking thr?—
A moan slips out of me when saliva trickles down my shaft and she tries to catch it with her other hand, effectively throttling my cock. As if she’s just realizing that spit makes excellent lube, she starts rubbing it into my skin, opening her mouth so more of it pours out.
I know it’s a ploy.
And it’s so goddamn ironic that she’s expectingmeto teachherlike I’m some kind of expert.
I’ve had literally two blow jobs in my entire life. An epic fail with Tanya Burrows freshman year, where I pulled her off my dick after sixty seconds because nothing had ever felt so wrong in my life, and the time I made Haven suck me off in the library.
But I know what feels good. What feelsright.And this? I’ve never felt anything better, anythingmoreright, in my entire fucking life.
Guess we’re both learning.
“More spit,” I tell her, tightening the fist in her hair for emphasis.
She throws me another one of those doe-eyed glances and then draws away just long enough to let more spit trickle out of her mouth.
Jesus, I nearly go into cardiac arrest. Dead at twenty-two, what a fucking tragedy.
I should stop her. Ineedto stop her.
Why the fuck aren’t I stopping her?
Because I had my fingers in her mouth a few seconds ago, holding down her tongue so she’d just fucking stop talking, and ever since then, all I could think about was coming down the back of her throat.
I rip her head away, because I’d just been about to do exactly that. She gasps, grabbing my wrist, throwing me a pained, angry look, but I just push her onto my cock again so she doesn’t think I was waiting for her to give me an opinion on the matter.
