"Wider. Stick out your tongue."
With my tongue out and heart pounding in my chest, I wait while he looks down at me, his jaw tightly clenched, averting my eyes when sitting at his feet like this becomes excruciating.
My gaze lands just below his waist, on the hard ridge of his dick straining against his jeans.
"You can open wider than that, can't you?"
I shake my head. He's either trying to scare me, or he's going to shove his own cock down my throat.
"You really shouldn't look so eager, Saige. I bet your fucking pussy's wet, isn't it? Jesus." Elias forcefully releases my jaw before returning to the chair at his desk. Then, he turns to Dax and adds, "It doesn't look like she has any current breakouts, so you should be good."
My cheeks burn, and I look down at the floor. "I don't have fucking herpes, either."
"Well, get to it. We only have a few hours left before the sun comes up, and the neighbors will probably notice the dead guy in the backyard."
I'm still not sure they're serious—not until Dax stands, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his dick. He looks down at me, slowly pumping it in his fist. "What's it going to be, Saige?"
My eyes dart to Elias. "Do you have to watch?"
"Yeah, I do."
I turn back to Dax, his abs clenching as he works his now fully-erect cock.
"If you don't know what to do, you can say that," Dax says, his voice huskier than it was a few seconds ago. "I'm happy to show you. And I'm a lot gentler than he is—I can promise you that."
"Nah, she knows what to do," Elias tells him. "Saige is a whore. We don't have all night. Let's go."
I wet my lips and shuffle toward Dax on my knees, stopping in front of him and replacing his hand with my own. Gripping the base, I open my mouth wide.
"Wait," Dax says.
I breathe a sigh of relief, thinking he's going to call the whole thing off—that this was enough for me toprove it, and I don't need toseal it with a kiss. Instead, he reaches for me and pushes down my tank until my bare tits spill over the top.
I don't dare look at Elias now.
"Much better." He runs a hand over my chest, stopping to tease the hard tip of my nipple with his thumb before threading his hand through my hair. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
My tear-streaked cheeks burn bright red.
I open my mouth and lean into him slowly, waiting for them to stop me again, shame and desperation competing to tear me to shreds while I kneel half-naked on Elias's bedroom floor.
And his eyes…I can feel them on my body. It makes my skin crawl.
"Any day now, Ripley. Time is of the essence," Dax says.
"No one likes a dick tease," Elias says, his voice startling me. "You have five seconds to wrap that filthy fucking mouth of yours around his dick, or I'll call the police."
"Hey," Dax says, gently tugging on my hair. "It's okay, baby. It's not that big of a deal, right?"
Right. He's right; it's not. But where does it end?
I don't think I want to know.
Shaking, I close my lips around his dick, sucking the precum from the tip before taking him deeper, pumping him with my hand while I hollow my cheeks around him. He lets me go at my own pace, keeping that hand in my hair, moaning softly while slightly rocking his hips.
It's the moans that have my body betraying me, my thighs clenching while I work him. I look up at him—past the rock hard abs covered in girls' phone numbers and then to his mouth, his head lulled to the side while he bites his lip, looking down at me through hooded lids.
I'm good at this; I know I am. I don't know why, but I have the thought that I want to show them how good I am. I don't know what I think it will get me.
