Chapter 9 #2

When he groans after I start, an emboldened feeling throbs in my core. So I carry on doing it, thrilled at the way he hisses in pleasure, and at the way his hips rise and fall.

“Use your tongue more. Against the underside. Fuck yes , just like that…” he growls.

He must know I’ve never done this before. Or at least, that I’m not very experienced. Because he’s giving me all this direction. But he’s not belittling me about it. He’s not mocking me or anything.

And the directions are… hot . It’s also hot, ridiculously so, when his fist tightens at the back of my head and his hips start to thrust. He’s not choking me or anything, but he’s stopping just short of that as he shallowly fucks my mouth, sliding his cock over my tongue.

Using me. Using my mouth to get off. Which maybe should feel demeaning. Okay, it definitely should feel demeaning.

But it doesn’t.

It feels amazing.

“ There’s my good little free use toy,” Gavan groans. He reaches down, pushing my bra down and spilling my smallish breasts into his hand. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and his forefinger, making me whimper as his cock hits the back of my throat.

He thrusts a few more times shallowly before his fist pulls my hair back, sliding my mouth wetly from his glistening cock.

“I think you need to kiss them all better after kicking them the other night.”

I shiver with heat as he pulls my mouth down his shaft, letting my lips slide across his cock before they get to his heavy, full balls.

“Kiss them.”

I do, pursing my wet lips together and kissing first one and then the other.

“Now stick out your tongue.”

He groans when I do, tracing over one of the orbs.

“Lick them like a good girl.”

Gavan hisses again in pleasure. It only fuels me on as I start to lick and suck gently on his balls, alternating between them. His fist tightens in my hair again, pulling my mouth right against them with his pulsing cock draped hot against my face.

“ Harder .”

I moan, sucking and slurping on his balls and kind of making a mess with my spit. He’s not angry. If anything, it’s turning him on even more.

Honestly? It’s turning me on even more.

It’s somehow even dirtier than a blowjob, sucking on his balls like this. It feels even more erotic, more intimate in a weird way.

“Give me your hand.”

He takes it and wraps my fingers around his shaft, pumping it once to show me the rhythm.

“Now jerk me off against that pretty face while you slobber on my balls like the greedy little cum slut that you are.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Obviously, nobody has ever spoken to me like this before. In fact, I couldn’t have imagined anyone talking like this, outside of the kind of porn that I’ve watched online.

Apparently, Gavan does.

And apparently, that sort of talk makes me wetter than rain.

My thighs squeeze together, my core aching with need. I’m desperate to touch myself, or to be touched. Or to do literally anything he wants right now, I’m so outrageously turned on.

I moan and whimper into his balls as I stroke his cock harder and faster, feeling him tense and, unbelievably, swell even bigger in my hand.

He suddenly groans. And in one motion, he’s pulling me up, pushing his cock back into my mouth, and then moaning in pleasure.

Then Gavan starts to come. Or rather, he starts to explode down my throat.

My eyes almost start from my head, and I choke a little as jet after jet of hot, salty-sweet cum blasts across my tongue.

I try and swallow it all, but a ton of it slips out from my lips and dribbles down his length.

He twitches in my mouth over and over, his head thrown back in ecstasy before he finally groans and drags his gaze back to mine.

And when our eyes lock… fuck .

The look in his eyes is…intense. As intense as the kiss from the other day.

A declaration of war.

Subjugation.

Annihilation.

His hand drops from my hair. Slowly, blushing fiercely, I slip my mouth from his cock.

“ Good girl ,” he murmurs.

Heat tingles through my core.

“But…you made a mess,” he growls quietly, his eyes blazing into mine. “Time for you to clean me up.”

Sweet. Jesus .

I lean back down, my eyes still utterly captivated by his as my tongue darts out to lick his cock clean of all the cum that spilled from my mouth. I tongue every inch of him, licking from his balls back up to his head until it’s all gone.

“Such a good girl.”

I bite my lip.

“That will be all for today, Eilish. You can get dressed and go.”

I nod, not quite sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that this is over.

What is wrong with you? You’re relieved. Obviously you’re relieved.

Yeah, obviously…

I’m shaking as I stand on wobbly feet, pull my panties back up, and adjust my bra back into place.

I walk over to my dress, still pooled on the ground.

My face is throbbing so hard I have to face away from him as I slip it on and reach back to zip it up.

I take a shaky breath and have just started to walk for the door when he stops me.

“Wait.”

I pause, taking a halting breath before I turn around. I shiver when he stands, crooking two fingers at me.

His cock is still out.

And very, very hard.

I walk back to him, my face crimson, my entire body tingling and on fire, until I’m standing right in front of him.

“Lift up your dress,” he grunts with a fierceness in his eyes.

I do, and then I gasp as he reaches out, slips his fingers into the top of my panties, and pulls them away from my body.

I stare, my mouth in an O-shape as he pushes his swollen cockhead against my pussy and strokes it.

A thick bead of white cum drips out of his head, followed by another two, a thick, sticky rivulet slowly dripping down my pussy lips.

With a smirk, Gavan slips my panties back into place. I gulp as I feel his cum seeping into the lace against my sex. He lowers his face to my side, making my breath catch as his lips brush my ear.

“I want you to feel me there later when you touch yourself. And when you do, know just how fucking mine you are.”

“Later” ends up being precisely twenty-seven minutes later, which is exactly how long it takes for me to leave the building, jump into a cab going uptown, and rush up to my bedroom, locking the door before I replay every single filthy detail of what just happened.

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