Tess #3
My eyes watered, and I gagged. Still he drove in.
I forced my throat to relax. I concentrated on breathing through my nose.
I let myself enjoy being used. It wasn’t hard to find the pleasure in it.
It was so fucking hot. The hottest blow job I’d ever given, if it could still be called giving when he was so forcefully taking like he was.
The roughness of it all added to the fantasy.
It felt like I was “earning” something. It felt like I deserved to be given a reward.
It was such a turn-on that I thought I might come.
Scott was close to coming himself. I could feel the desperation in his strokes as his tempo became uneven. Just when I was preparing for him to spill, he pulled himself out. “Get on the couch, and spread your legs,” he said as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
He’d known how this meeting would end up all along. At least we were on the same page.
Understanding where this was going, I rushed to do as he’d commanded, pulling my skirt to my waist as well.
He was still rolling the latex down over his cock when he spotted my bare pussy. “No panties?” He didn’t sound disappointed.
“I figured I wouldn’t leave with them even if I wore them in.” Then I remembered we were playing the game. “I mean, I guess I forgot to put them on, Mr. Sebastian. Am I in trouble? Can I still earn your sponsorship?”
“So much trouble. Let’s see if your pussy is worth what you want.” He positioned himself above me, one knee on the sofa, the other foot still on the floor.
I gasped as he thrust in.
“Worth it,” he said after a few strokes. “Completely fucking worth anything you want.” He picked up the tempo to the one he’d used on my mouth. This, though, was very clearly about me. With his knee and one hand braced on the back of the sofa behind me, he moved the other down to play with my clit.
“You’re so fun to play with, Tessa. The perfect little fuck toy. I almost wish you weren’t so committed to being ethical so I could use you a whole bunch of ways before I let you get what you want. I would dirty you up so good. Make you never want to be fucked by anyone else ever again.”
It was sex talk, filthy words that were said in the heat of the moment, the kind that always revved me up. If I was still capable of speech, I would have returned them in kind. Dirty me up. Play with me all you want. I’ll never fuck anyone who isn’t you.
It was possible I even meant it.
Luckily, my climax hit, followed immediately after by his, and I didn’t have to wonder about the truth in my unspoken words. I was sure there wasn’t any truth in his.
So why did I want to believe so badly that there was?
This was such a bad idea.
“Am I out of your system now?” I asked when he’d put himself away, disposed of the condom, and collapsed on the sofa next to me. I told myself I wanted the answer to be yes.
He didn’t even hesitate. “No. Am I out of yours?”
“No.” Just the opposite. He was like a drug. The more I had of him, the more I wanted him.
Which wasn’t surprising since I had a pattern of falling for guys that had no desire to stick around. What was surprising was how there was still a part of me that wanted to believe Scott would be different.
I had to ignore that part of me.
And if I wanted to retain any self-dignity, I had to make some boundaries. Starting now.
I sat up and stared him in the eye. “Look, I know I’m the one who came in here offering sex. It was an immature move, one inspired by desperation. The DRF is really important to me.”
“Yes. You’d do ‘anything,’” he said, quoting my role play.
I tried not to smile and failed. Scott was fun. He was really fun. No doubt if I spent any more time with him, I’d get my heart broken. It was a good reason to walk away from him entirely.
But I wasn’t going to walk away from the sponsorship.
And as long as I was there for that, Scott was going to be there too.
I wiped the smile from my face. “Scott, this can’t happen—”
He sat up and sharply cut me off. “If you say this can’t happen again—”
“This can’t happen again until the contract is signed. We both have to agree to that. It’s the only way we’ll resist.” It wasn’t setting an impossible goal. It was doing the business first with the promise of fun later, like Teyana had suggested.
It was also hoping like hell that I made it to the fun before Kendra came back and ruined it all. All the more reason to concentrate on the job to be done.
I reached out and ran my fingers across Scott’s bearded jaw. “I really don’t want to screw this up.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckle. “Fine. I’ll agree.” He stood up and tugged me to my feet as well. “Gives me incentive to push this through. And you say you don’t have the power.” He shook his head like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard.
He still didn’t get it. Didn’t get that any power I had over him was a facade. Sure, he felt motivated by his dick to move the vetting process along, but what was at stake for him? Blue balls?
On the other hand, if he stalled this so long that I got caught before the deal was signed, then I’d most likely be out of a job, and the DRF would be out of a much-needed sponsorship.
And Scott would hate me.
That last thing felt like the worst consequence of all.