Page 10 of The Unexpected

The small-dick jock scrambles off the bed, dragging his boxers over his softening earthworm, already apologizing with his eyes. He’s up and out of the room before I can say a word, the door clicking behind him so softly it’s almost a whimper.

I let it hang, the silence. Then I close the door and twist the lock.

Now there’s just me and her.

She doesn’t move to cover herself. She just sits there, bare to the world, her knees drawn up, the soft underside of her thighs glowing in the lamp light. She licks her lower lip, which is already swollen and red. Her hands are fisted in the sheets, and she watches me with a look that says: I dare you to say something worse.

I put my bag down. I take off my coat, draping it over the armchair, and I sit at the foot of the bed. I let her sweat. That’s half the point.

“So,” I say, “you want to learn the art of cock worship.”

It’s not a question.

She blinks, her pupils blown wide, mouth open just enough to show her teeth. She tries to say something, but her tongue is tangled. Instead she gives a gurgle, the kind you’d expect from someone who’s never actually been told what to do.

I don’t smile. I don’t move. I just watch her, letting my gaze drag over every inch of skin—her pink-tipped nipples, the faint scar on her hip, the place where her thighs touch. I want her to feel it, the weight of being seen.

Then I reach for my belt. I don’t break eye contact as I undo it, the motion slow and deliberate, the sound of leather sliding through the buckle loud enough to make her flinch. My cock is already half hard from the spectacle, but I don’t rush. I take my time, freeing it from the expensive fabric, letting her see what’s coming.

I undo my pants, releasing the shaft.

It’s huge.

A full ten inches with veins bulging along the sides, the tip already wet with arousal.

She doesn’t look away. Not once. Good.

“On your knees,” I tell her, my voice flat as a judge’s gavel.

She slides off the mattress, her breasts jostling as she drops to the floor. She kneels on the Persian rug, thighs wide, hands on her lap, her hair falling in tangled waves around her face. For a second, she hesitates, not sure what comes next. I let her wallow in it.

Then I stand, and step in front of her.

My cock hangs heavy, thick and ruddy, the head flared and leaking a bead of clear fluid. It’s the opposite of what that hockey idiot had: dangerous, almost overbuilt, the kind of thing that forces a reaction. She stares, breath hitching, and I watch her fight the urge to lick her lips again.

I put a hand in her hair, winding it around my fingers, and tilt her chin up.

“You want to learn the art of cock worship?” I ask, my thumb dragging over her lower lip. “With a real cock. Not that sad little thing your boyfriend had.”

Her mouth opens. She nods.

“Say it.”

She swallows, throat bobbing, and then—voice barely above a whisper—says, “I want to learn.”

“Good girl,” I murmur.

I push the head of my cock against her mouth. She parts her lips, and I slide in, just the tip, dragging it along her tongue. Her eyes don’t leave mine. She sucks, tentative, like she’s never done this before. But then her lashes drop shut, and she sucks like she loves it, her cheeks coloring a bit.

I set the pace, my fist tightening in her hair, pulling her head back, then guiding her forward again. Inch by inch, I fuck her mouth, watching as her cheeks hollow, her eyelids flutter. She’s sloppy, at first, but she learns fast. The wet heat of her is dizzying. I let her pull back and breathe, then force her to take more until she chokes a bit.

“Mmmph!” is her muffled cry. “Ummmph!”

“That’s it,” I say, “get it nice and wet. Let it hit the back of your throat.”

She chokes again, a little cough, but doesn’t stop. She pushes her face down, nose buried in my pubic hair, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. I groan, letting her see what it does to me.

I pull her off with a pop. Her lips are raw and shining, saliva streaked down her chin. I tap her cheek with the heavy shaft, and she whimpers, then opens again. I slide two fingers in her mouth, letting her suck them before I drag them out and wipe them on her cheek.