Chapter Six #2
“And how do I do that?” I say, playing along because it seems safer than not playing along. And — I admit — because a part of me wants to know what my punishment will be.
“Your mouth wrapped around my cock would be a good start.”
“What?” I blurt out. “You mean….” I gesture to our surroundings, and he smirks.
I shake my head in shock at his inappropriate words. “Forget it, I’m not sucking you off in public.”
Zander takes his hands off the wheel and unzips his jeans.
He smiles at me. “It’s up to you,” he says.
“And you can forget that blushing virgin act, I know you want this. How many times do I need to say it. I can feel your need, Leona. It’s practically killing you to hold it back. So, don’t hold it back.”
He strokes his bulge and says, “I’m a big boy, I can take it.”
I almost laugh, but choke on the bubble that rises in my chest. He is right. I do want to touch him, and to be in control of him — and his cock.
I reach down and slide my hand into his pants to release his cock which springs out of its confines at my touch.
It is huge and hard. I moan at my hand’s first contact and I know I won’t be able to stop.
I caress the length of it and he tips his head back in pleasure. I want to go down on him so badly.
I lean over and Zander bucks his hips up.
His thick hard shaft touches my lips. I can taste his salty musk and, before I can even make up my mind, I am opening my lips.
I suck the tip of Zander’s cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip.
It feels wonderful, and a guttural growl rises in my throat.
“All of it,” Zander commands. “Open your mouth wide for me, kitten.”
I open my mouth wider and take as much of him as I can into my mouth, sucking and licking him. He tastes good and I’m working myself into a frenzy as I work on him. I fight off a terrible urge to actually bite him, the desire floods through my body, spinning me away from all reason.
After only a few minutes, he moves as if to take his cock away from me and says, “Slow down, I am going to come, baby.”
“Good.” I smile as I throw myself further down on him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He groans and I repeat the motion, over and over and over again.
This time, he yanks me forcibly away by the hair. Pain flashes in my head.
“I said not so fast,” he growls.
We’re both breathing hard.
“What if I want you to come, you arrogant fucker?”
I let him out of my mouth for a moment. The need to control him and have my way makes my voice tight and low. “I want you to come in my mouth until your cock has nothing more in it for me.”
He makes a noise of surprised acquiescence and I lick him like a lollipop, right from the tip to the base and back again and then I suck him back into my mouth.
I feel Zander’s hand on the back of my head, and I slap it away before plunging in deeper until his cock is in my throat. I feel myself starting to gag, but I resist the feeling and concentrate on the pleasure of his rock hard cock pulsing against the base of my tongue.
I know when he’s about to come. He groans and takes a fistful of my hair, tightening it around his hand.
The pain of that movement makes me gasp and I feel my pussy clenching in response.
His cock pulses and then he moans low in his throat, and mine is flooded with his cum.
I swallow it down hungrily and then I keep sucking, getting every drop.
I suck him dry, relishing the taste of his cum on my tongue, before he pulls my head up by the handful of hair he is still holding.
“There,” I say, wiping my mouth. “Now we’re pretty much even.”
“Arrogant fucker?” he says with a wry smile, that for the first time reaches his eyes.
“If the shoe fits,” I reply with a small smile of my own.
I remember that we are still parked up on my driveway, so I go to open the car door. Zander starts to open his door, as well and I frown.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“Coming in to fuck you properly,” he says as though that should have been obvious.
“Umm, I don’t think so,” I sputter out.
“Are you saying no to me, again?” Zander asks.
I nod. Of course I am.
Zander laughs. “I think you know by now that’s not an option.”
My pussy is already aching for him, and his words just make it worse.
I imagine him twisting the seat belt around my throat as he plunges his cock into me across the space between the seats and I long for the courage to tell him, fuck me here and now if you want me.
But I hold back. Being so explicit with a guy has never ended well for me.
Despite my caution, I like the fact that Zander clearly isn’t going to take no for an answer.
Then, I see Erin walking towards the house.
I relax slightly. I know he won’t come in if she is there, because word will get around that he pursued me from the party.
Not good for his tough guy reputation. I also feel kind of disappointed that her appearing has likely stopped whatever was going to happen between us.
“My housemate is home,” I say.
Zander glances in the rear-view mirror and then he looks at me and gives me that sexy smirk, the one that makes me want to punch him and fuck him at the same time.
“Ah, you’re lucky your housemate is Shawn’s sister, or she’d be out in the street waiting until I’d finished with you.” He leans closer to me, whispering in my ear, causing goosebumps to chase each other over my skin. “And that could take a good few hours.”
I feel the heat in my face again and Zander laughs.
He really is an asshole, but at least I made him come.
I get out of the car, and he screeches away as soon as I have closed the door.
Erin hurries over to me. “Are you ok?” she asks.
I nod. I don’t know if I’m okay or not, but I really don’t want to try and explain anything of what happened to Erin.
“I was worried when I couldn’t find you. Are you sure you’re ok? You look like you’ve been crying,” she says.
Not crying. Just tears running down my face because I was choking on Zander’s cock.
“I drank too much and I was sick,” I say. “It made my eyes run. Zander saw me coming out of the bathroom and gave me a ride home when I said I didn’t feel well.”
Erin looks at me and I know she doesn’t believe me. I see her debating pushing for more information, and I see the moment she decides against it.
“Whatever you say Leona. Just remember what I said. Don’t let yourself get involved with Zander. It will only end in heartache,” she says.
We go inside. Erin seems to sense that she’s not going to get anywhere by warning me against Zander, so she asks me how I enjoyed the party — apart from getting sick — and what I thought of various people.
We have a good chat and a laugh, and I am starting to feel more normal by the time she announces she is going to bed.
I do the same, and as I lie in bed waiting to fall asleep, I begin to wonder if tonight even really happened the way I remember it.
I smile to myself then, as it certainly did, and I know for sure that I would do it all again. In exactly the same way.