9. Lex
LEX
“What? You’re not a fucking dick?” she challenges, hip cocking out, hand on her side.
Everything about her screams sassy, like she needs a good spanking to get that attitude out of her, but it feels like an act.
Her confidence is hollow, and her dainty hands shake.
“I’ve been out here for over an hour, and no one has even told me what’s going on. ” Her voice rises an octave.
“Was someone supposed to?” I ask, squinting in further confusion, the more she speaks.
“Well, yeah, I would think so.”
“And why is that?” Sable is so exasperated she doesn’t seem to notice the tension building in me.
My body inches toward hers all on its own.
The need to put her in her place is everything right now.
She certainly doesn’t see how fucking hard she’s making me, or the fact that I want to sink my teeth right into her.
“I’m Sable Briarwick,” she says like I care, but her cheeks flush, and I wonder if she has the good sense to be embarrassed by that name. The media talks about her family's curse all the time, and for some morbid reason, that makes the idea of fucking her even more tempting.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” I taunt. “ Briarwick doesn’t carry the weight it used to.” But I’d be lying if I pretended she wasn’t still some sort of celebrity.
“You still can’t treat me like this. I need to meet with admissions and get my classes. I?—”
“I can treat you however I want.” Her lips purse, and she is highly confused about what's in store for her this year because she doesn’t need anything . “Let me show you exactly what the name Briarwick means here at Bellthorn, exactly what you signed up for.”
My hands shoot out. One wraps around the delicate column of her throat, holding but not squeezing. The other tangles in her hair and draws a short, frightened shout.
“What the fuck! Let go of me!” she gasps, keeping her volume down as real fear pulses through her.
Her life is in my hands in every possible way as I pull her close to me.
The way her body bends to mine lights me up.
She is so short I have to crane my neck low for our faces to even come close to one another.
My lips and nose scrape hers as I cut the distance and breathe her in.
She smells too sweet, and my cock begs to take her right now.
The temptation is too great. I’ve been hard since I first saw her.
“You arrived with the wrong attitude for a woman in your position. When someone is doing you a favor, you’re supposed to act grateful,” I murmur against her lips, tasting her fear.
My lips dance with hers, never fully kissing, just flirting with it.
Her eyes flash wide rather than falling closed.
Our proximity overwhelms her, and instead of letting her process it, I use her uncertainty and my leverage on her to shove her to her knees.
My hand stays buried in her hair, and she whines as she hits the ground.
The hand around her throat finds the front of my jeans, tearing at the buttons to free myself.
I don’t think I’ve ever needed to get off so badly, and I’ve never felt the need to break in the Offerings.
On the rare occasions I took advantage of them, they were so compliant it was boring—a wet hole with no work required.
Sable is all fight and rebellion, and I can tell from the look in her eyes she’s just as excited as I am about figuring out who will wind up on top.
With wide pupils and flushed cheeks, she can fight all she wants, but she’s my whore, and she knows exactly why she’s here.
This mouth is going to pay for her education.
Her ass and pussy too. I pull my cock out, using my leverage on her hair to guide her mouth to the tip.
“I’ll bite you, I swear to God,” she grits, and my cock bobs in excitement at the threat.
“Better make it count, then, because I’m going to come either way.”
I shove into her mouth. Plush, wet lips slip around me and take me deep.
She doesn’t bite, and the way she swallows me down makes my head spin.
She’s trying to prove a point by sucking me within an inch of my life.
She’s so good that I loosen my hold, and the second I do, she pops off. Looking at me with supreme defiance.
“I am not drinking your fucking cum.”
“Eat it then,” I answer, both hands fisting into her hair and ramming my cock so far down her throat that tears form in those pretty blue eyes.
Sable has a reputation as the “it” girl and for good reason. She looks perfect kneeling in front of me, an expert with her tongue. Clearly, she’s a freak. I can’t understand why someone like her would accept a position like this, but I’m thanking her dad for flying off that bridge.
The ring of her throat is momentarily so tight it’s almost painful, but then she opens her jaw farther, relaxes, and takes me like a champ.
I’m already finding myself addicted to the game she’s playing.
If the other Offerings fought or ran, I might have chased sooner.
Or maybe it’s just something about Sable , I briefly consider as my balls tense.
My eyes scan my surroundings, making sure no one is watching us.
A lot of people will be talking about her when they realize she's this year's Offering, but that’s not what I want right now. This battle is between us. My bestie Orion might love an audience, but I don’t want her distracted while she sucks my cock.
No, I prefer that she keeps going the way she is.
Her eyes narrow to hateful slits while she watches me take my pleasure.
“Are you enjoying sucking me, Sable? Are you fucking wet for me?” Her anger is everything.
“Fuck you,” she says around my cock, and damn, the vibration makes me insane.
“Fuck, Sable, don’t stop.” I groan.
Her eyes flicker with something more than a challenge, cheeks red and eyes filled with tears from sucking me too deep, but she’s perfectly quiet now that she knows I like it. My mouth curves in a dark smile as I sink my hand in her soft hair.
“I’m going to use that mouth every day. Just wait.” As I make the promise, I fuck her mouth harder. My orgasm comes quickly, and with a low curse, I shoot deep in the back of her throat. One hand moves quickly to her neck to feel the muscular rhythm as she swallows my cum.
Her skin is so soft beneath my fingertips, and I can really appreciate it now as endorphins tingle every inch of my body. She swallows slowly, finishing me off and draining every drop. Except for one that slips free and rolls over her chin.
“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” I tell her as I wipe it away with my cock still in her mouth. She swirls her tongue all the way to the end of my cock as I slowly pull it out of her mouth. The wet pop of her tongue as I leave her mouth will get me off for years to come.
“Don’t think you don’t owe me,” she snarks as she stands. “You may be an asshole, but you’re pretty enough for me to sit on your face.”
She turns and walks off ahead of me, leaving her bags for me to carry, much like I do to Cillian, but Cillian's mouth isn’t nearly so pretty.
I grab her bag and follow her. She sucked my cock, but somehow it feels like she won this one.
The knowledge of how good her tongue feels is bone-deep now, and I’m not sure how to deal with my desire for her.
“You don’t know where you’re going,” I call out from behind her. She slows, looking back and forth before she decides that is most definitely true. Without a word, she steps back so I can lead the way, still carrying her fucking bags.