I opened my mouth and slipped the head inside. He groaned, his hand cupping my face and rubbing over the place where his huge dick bulged in my cheek.
I slid down on him as far as I could and then pulled back. He made no move to take my control away. He didn’t thrust or gag me. He let me set the pace. Slowly, my confidence grew. I pressed down farther, and he touched the back of my throat.
“Holy fuck,” Brody muttered, hand still on my cheek, smoothing his thumb along my jaw. “No one can touch me like you do,” he continued. “No one can compare.”
I hummed, and the vibration traveled along his cock. Salty precum filled my mouth. He liked that.
“You’re making some kind of sex-addicted fiend out of me, Selena. Someone who goes around hard all day, just thinking about the taste of your cunt and the sound of your laugh. I hear the sound you make when you come when I close my eyes. I’m losing my goddamn mind, and it’s all your fault.”
I put my hand at the base of his dick—there was no way I could fit it all in my mouth—and found a rhythm.
“Are you going to take responsibility for the mess you’ve caused, heathen?” Brody continued, his voice heavy with pleasure. “My life was pretty fucking comfortable before you, safe, predictable?—”
“Boring,” I mouthed around his dick.
He chuckled, pulling my hair back from my face and twisting it in a loop around his fist.
“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it until I met you. And now I have… there’s no going back, you get that, right?”
I moved faster, his muscles tensing, and knew he was close. Spit dribbled from the sides of my mouth, easing my way as I movedup and down on him, my tongue licking the underside of his tip as I went, and my hand moving quickly below.
“There’s no going back, for either of us,” he said firmly.
Before I could even register that statement, he was coming. He let out a growl; his dick throbbed in my mouth, and his cum hit the back of my throat. There was so much of it, I didn’t know what to do except swallow. His dick kept pulsing, again and again, and I drank down as much as I could.
After he was finally done, I took my mouth off him with a pop. He stared at me. His thumb went to my mouth and stroked my lips. I opened my mouth to let him see that it was empty.
“You swallowed me, heathen?” His voice was rough, like coming that hard had cost him.
“You said you wanted to come inside me,” I reminded him.
“Fuck,” he murmured and lifted me effortlessly to my feet. I leaned back on the wall, worn out by it all, but sated in the best way.
He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding over mine. I tasted myself in his mouth, and a trace of him on the back of my tongue.
“Don’t forget what I said, Selena. I meant it. There is no going back from this.”
“What do you mean?” I wondered. My heart was beating abnormally fast.
He opened his mouth to answer, and then an ear-splitting shriek filled the air.
“What is that?” I yelled to Brody.
I covered my ears and jogged beside him down the stairs.
“The burglar alarm,” he yelled back. “Fuck! I have to go find where to switch it off.”
The doorbell rang three times in quick succession as we hit the ground floor.
“You get the door, I’ll get the alarm,” Brody instructed.
I nodded and went for the front hallway.
Partiers were still everywhere, the throng of bodies making it hard to reach the door. Finally, I managed to pull it open, then stopped short.
A police cruiser sat just outside the door, behind Brody’s. There was one cop, a guy I didn’t recognize, standing by the cop car, scanning the people messing around on the front lawn.
Then there was the cop standing at the door.
