Chapter 29 #2
Her eyes widen, like two dark moons of iridescent awe. “You thought it was good?”
My brows pull together, confusion knitting between them. Has no one ever told her before that she’s talented?
“So phenomenal that I wanted to keep it for myself,” I whisper, suddenly acutely aware of just how close we are.
How easy it would be to lean forward and seal our mouths together again.
“I know it’s selfish, and I know it goes against everything I’ve been saying this semester.
You must be confused, and I regret…I regret that my own issues have caused this rift between us. ”
“I don’t mind if you’re selfish,” she says softly. “I like knowing I’m not alone in this. But if anyone should feel bad, it’s me. I’ve just been thinking of myself this entire time. I have this awful habit of overcorrecting and doing too much, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I don’t touch her, though every muscle in my body aches to. “I’m not sure I would’ve had the courage to try had you not chased so thoroughly. I was using my position here to keep you away, and that wasn’t fair either. Not with the extent of how terribly I long for you.”
“Really?” Her voice is small, like she doesn’t believe me.
“Really.”
“The rumors about me—”
“I don’t care,” I rush out.
“But I do,” she says. “They’re not…totally untrue, but they are greatly exaggerated.
I wasn’t sleeping with everyone for work.
It was just once with this director, Aaron, and his girlfriend.
They said they could get me a part, and I stupidly believed them.
It was a big mistake. I’d take it back if I could. ”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel you needed to defend yourself,” I say, my chest pinching. “Your past makes no difference to me. And there is nothing going on with me and your sister. She merely had the most open schedule, and I thought maybe a buffer would be a good idea after…well, you know.”
“After you kissed me?”
“Yes, that incident. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel going forward, all things considered. You were right to call me a coward.”
She lets her eyes fall, and her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “Could I finish my audition? Just for you?”
My breathing hitches, oxygen scattering in my lungs. I nod, hypnotized by the way her eyes glisten with the praise. She gently pushes me back and hops off the desk, then turns and shoves me against it.
I catch myself with my palms on the edge, staring at her.
When she sinks to her knees, my heart skips a beat.
“Elle,” I warn, my fingers curling.
“It’s okay,” she promises. “I want to. Please?”
Torn, my gaze flickers toward the door, then back. “This is a terrible idea.”
“The best adventures usually start as one.” She begins the short crawl forward, shouldering her way between my thighs. “‘Here I kneel, if e’er my will did trespass ’gainst his love.’”
The recitation is soft, rasped low enough that passersby won’t likely be able to hear, but I feel the vibrations in my veins anyway. I glance at the door, which is unlocked, as she sits up, reaching for the fly of my pants.
My hands cramp with the urge to turn her away.
They don’t.
A heavy breath rattles from my chest when she pops the button open and slides the zipper down slowly, each tooth set free sending a spray of goose bumps over my skin.
There’s a long, weighted pause. She looks up at me through hooded lashes. “Is this okay?”
I release a stuttered breath. Clear my throat. “Yes. Anything you do is, Elle.”
Tucking pieces of hair behind her ears, she leans in. “‘Either in discourse of thought or actual deed, or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, delighted them in any other form,’” she continues, gripping my waistband and nodding for me to lift my hips.
When she slips my pants down to my knees, I feel like I might fucking die.
I’m already hard as goddamn stone and can feel myself leaking, so unbelievably wanton and needy.
She slides her fingers over my boxer briefs, then leans forward to run her tongue along the fabric, chasing the length of my cock.
Her gaze becomes ravenous as the contact makes me twitch.
“‘Or that I do not yet, and ever did.’” Slowly, she pinches the material and begins dragging it down my hips, revealing my erection.
I swallow.
She does too.
“‘And ever will—though he do shake me off to beggarly divorcement—love him dearly.’” She drops her voice to a mere breath, as if mesmerized by the sight before her.
When she takes it in her palm, giving me a firm pump at the base with fingers that barely touch around, I jerk into the movement, so unaccustomed to this kind of free exploration.
But gone are any of the thoughts of disgust or fear or memories that I usually dissociate with at times like this.
Right here, right now, it’s just Elle.
Not a magical cure, but a soft balm against the tide of horror.
Her skin is so hot compared to the icy surface of my own as I lift my hand, cupping the underside of her jaw before sliding forward and rubbing her lips with my thumb.
A silent request. Something I’ve never thought to ask for in my life.
She parts her mouth, covering the tip of my digit. Sucking it in and laving her tongue over my fingerprint.
I grit my teeth, my cock throbbing painfully. My fingers are a little numb, but nothing that dulls the sensation of her. I’m not sure anything could.
“‘Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much,’” she says around me, spreading the precum seeping from my slit around the crown. She teases the tip, and my eyes roll back into my head. “‘And his unkindness may defeat my life, but never taint my love.’”
My breaths come in labored puffs. I remove my thumb, and she pushes forward, nuzzling my dick with her cheeks—first one side, then switching to the other, all while maintaining eye contact.
“‘I cannot say “whore,”’” she moans, though I’m just barely listening at this point. Barely hanging on to what little shreds of sanity I have left. Her tongue strikes me, swirling around my tip, before she dives down and drags it up the vein on the underside.
She spits on top of her fist, gripping my shaft tight, coating me in her saliva. Her lips part, and she pushes down, taking just a little while her hand continues working below.
“‘It does abhor me now I speak the word…’” These lines are sloppy, slurred, spoken around a mouthful of cock as she moves deeper, pulling away to stretch her cheek with the length.
She repeats the action, working my cock toward her throat, whimpering a bit when she hits a spot that makes her gag.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, though with her mouth occupied, it’s garbled nonsense. Still, the vibrations are delightful, euphoria licking a path up my spine from my balls.
My toes curl inside my loafers. I steal a quick glance at the door, noting if I see any shadows pass underneath. When nothing changes, I thread my fingers through her hair and stand up, angling her head back a bit.
A beat passes. She pushes my hands away, pinning them back against the desk. As she does, she forces herself to take more, keeping me in her throat for a moment before pulling off.
“Finish it,” she commands, her eyelids heavy as she swivels her head, capturing me and sucking me back in. Drool pools from the edges of her mouth when she gags again and again, the gurgling sound making my bones quiver.
My hands tremble beneath hers, going slightly numb. I wonder if she likes being restrained too or if the control is what excites her—if it could be both, the way it has always been for me.
In my fantasies at least. Before her, that was the only place I had any say.
I unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth and close my eyes. “‘To do the act that might the addition earn…’”
She pumps me hard, fast, in dizzying strokes and yanks her mouth off. “Open your eyes, baby. Don’t you want to see the mess you make?”
Her lips return, her head moving faster as she bobs up and down, up and down. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and release barrels through my limbs, spreading like a goddamn fire—
Abruptly, she slows, and my entire world comes to a screeching halt. Adrenaline courses through me, my chest tight with impending climax that suddenly has nowhere to go.
My eyes pop open.
She moves in again, moaning louder than before, each forward thrust drawing an almost-pained, pouty noise from her throat.
My head lolls back, and I pant, struggling to keep my composure.
“That’s it,” she murmurs between ministrations, driving me to the brink and back. “This is what you’ve wanted since the first day of class, isn’t it? Me on my knees, letting you use me however you want.”
“Yes,” I groan, my release shooting up and—
She yanks away once more, slowing to an almost halt, and my orgasm gets stuck on the precipice.
Chest heaving, head swimming, I snap my neck forward and glare at her. “Elle, for fuck’s sake.”
“What’s the matter?” she asks, licking my tip like a lollipop, smacking it against her face. It twitches, and she gives me a devilish smile. “You don’t like this?”
“I fucking love it,” I admit, breathless. What’s the point of lying?
Footsteps clamor down the hall outside, and I freeze, eyeing the door.
Elle has no such qualms, sucking me right back into her sweet goddamn mouth, increasing the pace of her previous efforts.
“Christ, temptress, maybe we should—”
Speaking becomes nearly impossible, though, when she fully seats me inside her throat, releasing my hand to reach up and rub against me from the outside. The tip of her tongue laps at my balls as she remains in place for several seconds.
I jam my knuckles between my teeth. Shit, shit, shit. Anyone could walk in right now and catch us.
I’m not even sure I’d mind.
My hands shake as climax scrapes its nails down my chest, begging to break free. But she holds me in the palm of her hand—literally—controlling my every whim. I want to shove my fingers into her hair and spill down her throat, but she doesn’t let me, pausing anytime I go to touch her.
“Better come fast,” she says, blowing across my slit before sucking me all the way down again.
Tears well up in my eyes, pleasure bordering on pain spinning through my stomach until it’s taking up all the room. A pathetic whimper tears past my lips, like a siren erupting in the room.
“Elle, baby, I’m—can I—”
“Can you come in my mouth?”
“Fuck,” I grind out, losing my mind. “That what you want?”
“Mm-hmm,” she coos around my dick, nodding enthusiastically. Spit and precum cover her face, tears from all the gagging having smeared her makeup.
Her face brightens, sending me over the fucking edge.
My hands lock up, and I resist the urge to throw my head back as my balls seize, release shooting through me like a goddamn rocket. Electricity, white-hot and blinding, zips up my spine, and she lets out the sexiest sound when the first ropes of cum assault her tongue.
It’s a greedy, almost anguished noise, almost placating as she coaxes more from me, squeezing tight and milking me dry.
I black out for a moment. She’s still stroking me when I return to earth, keeping the crown just inside her lips, as if trying to catch any last drops.
Sweat slicks the sides of my face, over my neck, down my back. When she pops off me, she uses her middle and ring fingers to scoop what falls out of her mouth back inside, and then opens wide to show me the sticky white mess.
Goddamn, that’s hot.
“Very good,” I breathe, running my hand over her hair. “Think you can swallow all that for me?”
She rolls her eyes, like it’s not even a challenge, but instead of doing so, she pushes quickly to her feet and shoves me onto the desk. My back slams against the wood surface, my body folding for hers as she climbs over me.
There’s no time to consider what she’s doing before she leans in. Her eyes meet mine, hesitating for a moment as she silently asks permission. I part my lips slightly, an equally silent agreement.
Salty, thick fluid drips into my mouth, and she presses her lips to mine in a wet kiss. On the one hand, most men probably aren’t into their own spunk, but for some reason, I’m not even giving it a second thought.
It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to swallow my load and not be willing to do the same. Plus, she gets really into the kiss, finally letting me put my hands in her hair and on her ass, and I realize I don’t mind doing anything she wants.
She’s owned me from the day we met anyway. I’ve just been unable to admit it until now.
The sound of knocking kicks us from the make-out session; she’s sprawled atop me, her dress hiked up high on her hips, lips swollen. My hair is a tangled mess, my dick still hanging out and my pants around my ankles.
We don’t move again until the footsteps walk away, and even then, we wait until there’s no more audible movement outside at all.
Clearing her throat, she climbs off me, adjusting her outfit and fixing her hair. I stand, pulling my pants up and trying to collect my breathing.
“How’d that audition hold up?” she asks, tossing me a timid smile over one shoulder. “Better than with the audience?”
I’m not sure why, but the question makes me feel slimy. “Elle, I meant what I said about you out there. I wasn’t trying to manipulate you.”
“I know,” she replies. “I’m the one who asked for the private audition, remember?”
“Sure, but I want to make sure you know I’m not…” Trailing off, I scratch my scalp, at a loss for words. “Well, I’m not the men you met in Hollywood. Roles aren’t tied to sexual favors. Or any favors really. If you get one, you get it fair and square.”
She snorts. “Relax, Boy Scout. I don’t think you took advantage of me. This was inevitable, right?” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she sends me one last grin as she heads for the door. “Next time, you can return the favor.”