Page 40 of Use Me Up

I still could, I guess.

Hannah.

I offer her my hand as she gets out of her chair and then I put my arm directly around her, pulling her right up against my body. I become aware, as I do it, of Calliope, across the restaurant with her girl friends, looking straight at me.

I look back at her.

Hannah looks up at me and follows my gaze over to Callie. “This is for her benefit.”

“No,” I say. And it’s not.

But when we get out of the restaurant, I say to Hannah, “What if I was so eager, I just wanted you in the parking lot?”

She swallows. “You want her to walk out and find us.”

I hold her gaze, and I can scent that beta scent of hers, and I push a little, just to see what I can find out. “I think it might turn you on to be found with your head in my lap and your mouth full of me.”

Her scent ripples in a way that lets me know that I’m right. Humiliation turns her on. But she says, “No. It would not. Not my brother’s wife.”

I tighten my arm around her. “You’ve never sucked on a man’s cock, have you? Don’t you want me to show you how to do it?”

She lets out a little mewling noise, and she’s crazy turned on. I can smell how turned on she is. “You’re so horrible, Ellis,” she breathes.

I kiss her. “You like it.”

She moans, tangling her tongue with mine. “I don’t,” she whispers.

“No one believed that, Hannah,” I say, and we go to her car. I made her drive, and I think through whether or not it matters whether I’m in the driver’s seat or the passenger seat. I ask for the keys, thinking maybe that’s better, and she informs me I have had more to drink than her and that she will not be surrendering the keys.

So, passenger seat it is. Maybe I have a little humiliation kink myself. I can’t say I entirely mind a little degradation. She’s driving, I’m getting head? It’s just the right kind of hot.

I unzip the minute I shut the car door, and she lets out another moan as my scent hits her nostrils. She doesn’t react the way an alpha would, but she smells me. I wonder how I smell to her. Sometimes that’s very subjective, different people associating your scent with completely different things.

I’ve been told I smell like rain, also like woodsmoke, also cedar, and also pine. But I feel like every male with a designation gets told he smells like cedar and pine.

She cannot take her eyes off my hard cock.

“So,” I say to her, reaching up to stroke my thumb over her cheekbone, “it’s pretty simple, but the thing that’s confusing is that you don’t really suck, not like you’d suck a straw. It’s more like you use enough suction to keep it in your mouth, and then you glide up and down. Concentrate on the sensitive parts.”

She looks at me. “Which are?”

Right, she’s not a man, she doesn’t have a cock, so she doesn’t have the advantage I do. I lift my cock to show her the place where my foreskin attaches. She hasn’t said anything about the fact that I’m uncut, but then she’s only seen me erect, and she’s so innocent that maybe she just doesn’t know how to spot the difference. But no way the Polloi circumcise like people in the secular world. “Here’s probably the most sensitive, but the tip’s very sensitive. The whole head, really.”

She considers me, smiling a little. “It’s like your clit.”

“Yeah, I think so,” I say, smiling back. “I think they form from the same things in the womb.” I continue to stroke her cheekbone. “Anyway, that’s the most important part, but it’s obviously hot if you get as much of it in your mouth as you can, and deep in your throat feels good, but you don’t have to do that.”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes bright. “But you like that?”

My cock actually jerks, and she sees and then I’m kissing her, because she’s pretty and so eager for me and she turns me on so much.

I guide her head down and she doesn’t resist at all. I put my hand on the back of her head and push her onto me, which is a very dickish thing to do and I feel sort of ashamed of myself, but only sort of, because her little wet mouth slips over the head of me, and it’s very fucking good.

I shut my eyes and I’m lost to it.

For someone who’s never given a blow job in her life, she’s kind of amazing at it. Maybe there’s not a lot to giving a blow job, though. She goes for it, though, practically gagging herself on me right away, and the tunnel of her throat squeezes me, and that’s fucking great. And then she moves up so that her lips and tongue are teasing the head of me—catching her breath, I guess, I know how that goes—before she practically swallows me again.

She does that on and off in a rhythm, and I can’t think of anything except that, anything at all.