Chapter 36
THIRTY-SIX
Now that we are done with the gun training, I want to show Carolina some more self-defense techniques, so we move to the specialized training area at the back of the facility.
She scowls at me. “Clay, I am done for today. Can we do this another time?”
“Do you say that to an attacker too? ‘No, please, mister boogie man, I had a long night getting railed by my boyfriends. Can you please kidnap me another time?’” I do a poor job imitating her in a high voice.
She glares at me. “I don’t sound like that, dickhead.”
“Good, there is the fire. Come on, let’s use it.” I smirk at her. I have the Beretta in my hand and double-checked to make sure it is empty and the safety is on. “Look, I won’t even make you break out of holds today. What I want is for you to learn how to disarm me.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds so much easier,” she snarks, rolling her eyes.
“Listen, the guys we think are out to hurt you are police officers or ex-gangsters. They know how to use a gun, and they would use a gun against you. Knowing how to get me to lose the gun could give you seconds that will decide if you die or live.”
I know this sounds dramatic, but fuck, it is.
“Fine, what do I do?” she asks, relaxing her stance.
“I’m going to point the gun at you,” I warn, and her breath hitches, but she nods, so I raise the gun, pointing it directly at her chest. My heart pounds in my chest, hating the feeling of this scenario.
“First, you want to move out of the line of fire,” I direct.
“Step to the side like this.” I demonstrate, stepping to my left.
She mimics the movement, stepping to my right.
“Good,” I encourage. “Now, you want to control the weapon. Grab the gun’s barrel with one hand and the back of my hand with the other.
” I hold out my arm, and she follows my instructions, grabbing the gun and my hand.
“Now, twist the gun out of my hand like this.” I show her the movement, and she copies me, twisting the gun out of my hand and stepping back.
I smile at her, pleased. “Perfect,” I praise her.
“Now, let’s try it again, a little faster this time. ”
We repeat the exercise several times, each time getting a little faster and more fluid.
I sense her gaining confidence with each repetition.
After a few more tries, I nod approvingly.
“Great job. Remember, the most important thing is to stay calm and focused. And always, always, move out of the line of fire first.”
We make our way to the lockers where we left our jackets, and I notice it is already late afternoon. No one seems to be left at the range.
When I grab my bag from the locker and set it before me to get the gun in, Carolina surprises me by saying, “You know, you were really good at showing me that stuff. Thank you for today.”
I stand and walk over to her, cupping her face. “Wait, did you just compliment me?” I grin.
“Maybe.” She smirks. “But you really are a good teacher.”
I stroke her cheek, looking at those golden eyes, and think about what I really dreamed of teaching her. My eyes flick to the locker room door and notice a lock on the inside.
“Did you give your first blow job yet? I’ve wondered that so many times,” I murmur, looking at her intently, letting my thumb swipe over her bottom lip.
“No, I still need you to teach me how,” she breathes out, looking at me with a challenge in her eyes.
Holy fucking shit.
Letting go of her, I walk quickly over to the door, lock it, and come back to stand before her, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Get on your knees,” I order.
She obliges without arguing, and this alone makes me hard. I put a finger under her chin when she kneels in front of me, pushing my thumb into her mouth.
“What does that pretty mouth do?” I ask her, relishing the feeling of her full lips.
She sucks on my thumb before I pull it out and answers, “Argue.”
I huff a laugh. “You’re so frustrating, it makes me fucking hard. Take me out of my pants,” I tell Carolina.
She opens the button and zipper and pulls down my boxer shorts until my cock springs free. Her eyes fix on it, making me leak pre-cum already.
“Open that bratty mouth and push your tongue out for me,” I command, stroking her cheek.
She does, and I slowly push my cock into her mouth, the sight nearly killing me. Finally, I have this beautiful girl kneeling before me, her golden eyes looking up at me, her perfect lips around my cock.
She’s not able to give me any sass as I thrust into her mouth gently.
“Relax your throat so you can take me a bit deeper,” I tell her softly, not stopping my thrusting.
When she does, I push in a bit further, careful not to gag her.
“This is how it feels when one of us fucks your mouth. Do you like that?” All she can do is nod, so I pull back, slipping from her mouth.
“Now, I want that perfect mouth to suck me off until I come in it, and you swallow every last drop I give you.”
“Okay,” she agrees, eyes wide and so fucking adorable.
“Take me in your hand,” I direct, and she grips me a little too gently. “Harder, kitten,” I correct, and she tightens her grip. “Just like that,” I praise with a shuddered breath. “Can I call you kitten again, even if you have another weapon in your hand?” I ask with a smirk on my face.
“Oh my fucking God, Clay,” she groans out, pushing back from my grip to glare at me, exasperated but laughing.
“Lick me from the base where you grip me to my head before you suck me into your mouth. Fuck, yes, just like that. Now bob your head up and down,” I instruct, my hand cradling the back of her head, carefully guiding her on my cock.
“Fuck, you’re doing amazing, kitten. Now stroke me with your hand while your tongue rolls circles around my head.
” I groan, her grip on me just hard enough and her small tongue circling me.
“Now, I am going to teach you the holy grail of blow jobs. So be ready to swallow because that shit gets everyone to come in seconds. I call it the lollipop.”
She lets my cock out of her mouth with a pop. “The lollipop? Seriously?” She scowls at me.
“Do you want to know how to give good head or not?” I ask, smirking down at her.
“Fuck, okay, how does the lollipop work?” she huffs out with a bit of irritation.
“You grip the base of my cock hard and make small up and down motions while you take the head of my cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks before sucking hard, creating a vacuum of sorts.”
“You’re fucking with me,” she accuses, looking at me critically.
“Not right now, kitten, but I can fuck you later if you give me an energy drink and a few minutes after this.” I wink at her.
“Clay,” she groans out.
“Do as I tell you, kitten. Make me come in your mouth,” I instruct.
She grips my base, hollows her cheeks, and sucks on me hard, making me whimper.
“Okay, a little less hard, please.” I wince but see the mischief in her eyes and know that was not an innocent mistake.
So I grip the base of her hair and pull, making her moan with my cock still in her mouth.
“Suck me off and swallow my cum like a good girl,” I tell her, eyes fixed on hers.
She starts to suck me again, this time just as hard as I need it.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” I praise, letting my head fall back on a groan.
“Just a bit more, yes, a little bit tighter,” I encourage, my gaze finding her again.
The sight of her looking up at me with those golden eyes through her lashes, her lips around my cock, it’s all too much.
“I am going to come… fuck, just relax your throat and swall—” I start, but she sucks again, and I can’t do anything else but grip her hair harder and spill myself in her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, watching how she struggles to swallow all I give her, a bit of my cum running down to her chin from the side of her lips.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and swipe the cum with my thumb, slipping it back inside.
“Swallow all of me, kitten,” I tell her, and she licks the cum before she opens her mouth for me, showing me there is nothing left.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, pulling her up to her feet and leaning in to kiss her deeply.
“Did you like that?” she asks when I break the kiss, a vulnerability in her eyes.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask back, stroking her cheek. “You’re a fucking pro, and I can’t wait for you to suck off Xander or Josh and show them what you learned.” I smile at her.
“Maybe I have to practice some more on you first,” she suggests, looking at me with hooded eyes.
“Fuck yes, let’s go home. I miss your hugs,” I say, putting my dick back in my pants.
“Hugs?” She frowns at me.
“Yes, hugs, specifically your vagina hugging my penis.” I grin.
“You’re such a fucking child,” she huffs, grabbing our stuff.
“And you love it,” I tease, smiling.
“I do,” she admits softly, smiling back.