Chapter 10 #2
Blake chokes. I’m speechless.
Then of course, my overly logical brain kicks in. “This location isn’t conducive to that.”
“I saw moving blankets in your truck bed.”
Blake says, “I threw them in to donate to the consignment shop.”
Cecilia plots with him.
“Too open. We need more privacy.” I end their plotting.
She looks around again. “Fine. We can save that for when we’re at your place. Let’s get started.”
Blake asks, “Who goes first?”
“Teachers always go in alphabetical order.”
“That’s me.” Blake’s already unfastening his belt.
“By last name,” she clarifies.
“Damn.” Blake drops the ends of his belt. “That’s you.”
I should have just said he could go first. Still could. But I don’t. I want those red lips wrapped around my cock. I want to be her first blowjob—her first everything.
“Performance anxiety?” she asks.
I unfasten my pants. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t have to play out my fantasy?” She assists me in freeing my erection. I show her how to be careful of the elastic waistband.
“Do either of you need instructional pointers?” Blake uses his professor voice.
I huff in disbelief.
Cecilia sits taller. “Nope. I came prepared. The homework was so much fun. Nothing like gay porn to make sure I understood blowjobs from a guy’s perspective.”
Her announcement silences both of us.
She lowers herself and I barely get her stopped as her breath warms my cock. Angling her face up, I bring her in for a kiss before letting her disappear from the outside world.
She kisses my tip then trails more kisses down my shaft. My head drops against the back window. Her tongue sends need through my veins. Her mouth unravels my world. The bob of her head comes so naturally.
Blake alternates between watching her and the storefront, emphasis on the former.
She’s ours.
The thing I said about no sex yet is supposed to be so she’s sure, but I don’t know if I can wait any longer. She says she’s sure. I think a part of me fears that once we have sex, she’ll be gone. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her lively spirit in my life.
Headlights appear in the distance. What if it’s Henry?
Why the fuck would it be Henry? Guilt creeps through me.
Logic reminds me that he cheated on her.
She deserves a man who will treat her right.
And once I fill her pussy with my cum, I’ll treat her and the baby growing inside of her like a queen.
The headlights turn onto a side street.
A deep breath alerts me to having stopped breathing.
Her mouth stretches around my swelling cock. Damn. I’m not going to last. I’m also not going to give into the desire to pull her up and sit her on my cock. She has to know we’re here for more than a quick fuck. Ironic, since I intend to breed her.
Making eye contact with Blake, I shift my gaze to the storefront. He nods, then does a dismal job of giving proper attention to it. Understood. Ceci’s head bobbing on my cock is way more interesting.
He rubs her back.
Oddly, like at the diner, I don’t feel weird about this with him. It’s unlikely I have the capacity to worry about anything right now.
My hand rests in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Sweet, sassy, free-spirited Cecilia, you’re mine.
The warmth of her mouth, the swirling of her tongue on my tip, and the way she taps me out on the back of her throat, creating intermittent gagging sounds, is my entire focus.
Until it’s not.
A pedestrian approaches. Cargo pants. Loose sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over a baseball cap. A backpack. Hard to make out any personal details.
Should I stop Cecilia? Christ, the only way to keep her from being seen is to keep her deep-throating me.
Blake angles his head and I nod that I’ve seen the pedestrian. Last thing we need is a tweaker interrupting this and our—
The pedestrian reaches into his pocket and retrieves keys as he nears the barbershop storefront that’s burned into our retinas. I question if I can actually tell that it’s a man.
Blake raises the special phone the department set us up with,way better than normal cameras but not as obvious.
I nod and lace my fingers through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock, hating that I have an ulterior motive and make sure she doesn’t lift her head.
My moans are real, but I escalate them. I can’t recall if Blake enables those fake shutter-snapping sounds. A few taps of his finger on the screen and I’m grateful he doesn’t.
The person stops at the door and lets himself inside. A light flips on, visible in little strips of light at the edges of the paper that covers the windows from the inside.
The good news is that we can confirm Cecilia is not the courier.
The pull toward release winds me tighter, but I can’t risk her sitting up. Electricity vibrates through my entire being.
Cecilia pauses, takes a breath, staying low.
I panic. “You’re doing so good, babygirl.” Where did that come from?
She giggles, licks my cock like a goddamn lollipop. At least that buys me some time.
Then she’s swallowing me again. Fuck. I can’t hold back.
The light goes off. The door opens. The courier leaves. No backpack. Blake is busy with the camera.
And I lose control. My cock swells. My hips buck, interrupting her rhythm, and I fill her mouth with cum.
Suppressing my moans as much as humanly possible, I come harder than ever before.
Time morphs into something loose. I tangle my fingers through her hair as she milks me.
And just as the guy turns the corner, walking out of sight, Cecilia sits up.
Somewhere in my mind, I know that we have to get home and run the photos through the database. For once, I can’t find it in me to care.
There’s no way I’d be able to lose myself like this if Cecilia isn’t meant to be mine.
“I hate to interrupt the lesson when it was going so well, but I think I’m getting a migraine.” Blake makes a face. “I’m really sorry. I need to get home. We can drop you off. Rain check on the face-sitting?”