Eight #3
I free my erection from the confines of my clothes and rub my head over each of his fleshy mounds.
He presses himself harder to the car, eyes squeezing shut.
“What would your dad say? You think he’d be proud you were letting some poor farmer’s son have his way with you outside for everyone to see?
Would Mommy stand up for you this time?”
He cries out, rubbing his open mouth along the hood. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You keep saying that when I think you do. You can say what you’re thinking to me, Blake. It’ll stay between us like this.”
“I want to come,” he pleads. “It hurts. Please let me come.”
“Not yet.” Spreading his cheeks, I spit on his quivering hole and rest my cock between them, succumbing to the warmth as I buck my hips.
I hold his sides, sliding my hands down to his globes to hold them tightly together as I fuck faster.
My skin creates friction with his and he’s like silk against my throbbing cock.
We moan together and I lean over his body, whispering in his ear.
“Any part of you can be made into a place to slide my cock into, and I can’t wait to show you how.
” I nibble at his ear and his eyes leak, face distorted.
My skin heats, muscles tightening the more I chase my pleasure.
As I’m struck with my orgasm, I pull back, stroking myself to completion all over his cheeks and thighs.
He lays limp, burying his face in his arms.
I continue milking myself, covering as much of him as I can with tiny white drops. I haven’t come since the last time we saw each other, so I have so much to give. “You did so good for me. Let me use you as long as I need. So, so good.”
He exhales sharply. “I did?”
“Yeah. Like a good boy.”
His breath catches and he smiles, eyes half lidded.
“So much, you get to come.” I blow hot air on the back of his neck, rubbing my cum into a random part of his skin and then having him lick the remnants off my fingers. “This Saturday, that is.”
His eyes widen and his head jerks back. “What? That’s so long.”
“Yes, and if you can last until then, I’ll make you feel better than anyone else ever has.”
“Saturday,” he says quietly, as if trying out the word for size, and he shakes his head. “Why not now?”
“Because I said Saturday. That’s why. Unless you don’t want to, because if that’s the case . . .”
“I want to.” His words rush out. “I can wait.”
“No getting yourself off before then either.” I grin. “And no seeing your friends.”
He lifts himself up, reaching for his pants. “That’s crazy, and even if I don’t see them, they’ll still show up where I am, or ask to.”
“Then say no.”
“No?” He looks flabbergasted.
“Yeah. You do know how to say no, don’t you?”
He scoffs, standing all the way up and adjusting his clothes. “Of course I do.”
“Let’s see if that’s true, then.” I lean back, tucking myself back into my pants as he eyes my movements. “You can’t come or see your friends until Saturday.”
His lips rub together and he swallows hard.
“Okay, let’s try again . . . Go home and wash my cum off in the shower. All of it.”
His cheeks flush and mortification comes over him as he opens his mouth. “No.”
My lips tilt. “One more. When you leave here, text Hayden and ask him to come over.”
“No.” He answers faster this time.
“Good . . .” I step forward until the tips of our shoes touch. “Boy.” I grip the back of his neck with my fingers, pressing my forehead to his. “Looks like you can say it after all, and you always should when you don’t want something.”
“I didn’t really get my days mixed up,” he blurts.
I lift my head from his, tilting it to the side. “What happened, then?”
“I sent the wrong email.” His cheeks sink inward. “My dad sent me home, saying only I could fuck something up in less than an hour. I didn’t want to go, but I did.”
“That would have been a good time to say no. Everyone makes mistakes. It’s his fault for the lack of training. You can’t expect someone to get everything right on their first day with zero experience in what you’re supposed to be doing.”
“Doubt he’d see it that way.”
“Doesn’t matter what he sees when it’s the truth. You don’t need that stupid office job anyway. It’s not like it’s what you really want to do.”
“Yeah, but it’s the safe and logical decision,” he retorts.
“No one ever got anywhere by always playing it that way,” I say under my breath.
His eyes blink. “I suppose you do have a point.” He rubs the back of his head. “I don’t think I would really have gone to Hayden’s.”
“No?”
“No,” he says firmly, and a sense of pride comes over me that I can’t help but let sink deeper.
When something feels too good, it’s hard to ignore.
Great, looks like he might have me hating myself a little too.
Except the feeling doesn’t come, especially when he looks at me with those damn lost eyes.
“I . . .” He tugs at his shirt. “ I didn’t like being jealous, and I thought if I got off with someone else, I wouldn’t be anymore.
That it was all just my hormones out of whack. ”
“Was it?”
“I want to say yes.”
“But what word would match the truth more?”
“No. I mean part of it may have been me being horny but . . .” He laughs, looking away from me. “I didn’t want you using anyone else but me.”
While I have the truth pouring out of him, I think about asking him about the new apartment and my dad, but then I change my mind. He’ll let me know Saturday. He’ll show up where I tell him to instead of where he’s supposed to be moving.
A car drives by and Blake jumps, shielding his face. That’s when I realize making him jealous and wanting to wear my cum everywhere isn’t enough. I need others to know he wants these things too. That he wants me. That’s where the true power lies, isn’t it?
“I should see if I get a call back from that agency I’m waiting on. They said no later than next Tuesday, so maybe today will be my lucky day.”
“Could be. Never know. Then you can really give your dad a huge ‘fuck you’ when you see him.”
He laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, then it’ll really be a good day.”
I take more steps away from his car. “I’ll see you Saturday and you can tell me the good news then.”
“See you Saturday.”
He watches me as I get in my car before slipping into his. As soon as he shuts the door, I grab my phone and send over one last message for the day.
Me: Hi.
Blake: Hi.
A smiley face shows up next, and again I try to hate myself, this time for my lips matching the emojis.
A fluttering sensation stirs in my stomach and I’m suddenly not sure Saturday should happen after all.
Not if I’m randomly going to keep forgetting what and who he is.
He’s the only one who’s supposed to lose his way, not me too.
Closing my eyes, I listen to the humming sound of his car as it drives away, and I envision him going somewhere other than home.
To some hotel with my dad, getting from someone else what I’m making him wait for, and I open my eyes.
With blood boiling through my veins, I have my priorities straight again, back to remembering what I need to.
He’s the enemy, and nothing good comes from someone like him, even if my body says otherwise.