“Oh shit, that feels good.” He rested his hand on top of my head, almost like he was encouraging me to try again.
The firm cock sliding over my tongue made me giddy. I tried to swallow him and gagged. He grunted and fisted my curls. I had no real experience to go by, but I figured the squeeze and pressure of my throat on his cockhead felt good, so I pulled back and sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue around him.
“I’ve got a new appreciation for art,” KC said with a breathy laugh, then moaned when I used my right hand to slide along his shaft.
He was so gentle. Part of me wanted more—wanted him to jam his cock down my throat—but I also loved the way he was treating me. The conflicting desires were confusing. Ren would be rough. I knew it. The idea had me whimpering.
There was no way to take my attention off KC as I worked. His face transformed into pure sex, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. His thigh tensed under my left hand. I loved it when he tugged lightly on my hair, urging me forward, telling me without words to speed up the rhythm.
He needed more.
Wanted more.
And he wanted it fromme.
“Keep going. Fuck, your lips are so pretty that way. All stretched around me.” His gaze locked with mine, and I felt stunned as my cock throbbed, balanced on the edge. I’d never been this close to coming without tipping over into the abyss. Fire rushed through my body and I quivered.
He gripped my shoulders and nudged the hard-on trapped in my jeans with his shoe. The slight pressure sent me rocketing into bliss. I whined and frantically sucked on his cockhead to ride out the sensations, then choked as his forehead furrowed and he flooded my mouth with spurts of cum.
“Fuck, fuck,” he gasped, tugging my hair hard enough to sting. He never looked away from me, and a warm feeling unfolded in my chest, something shiny that made me want to draw hearts all around that lumberjack in my sketch pad.
Cum dribbled down my chin, but I managed to swallow most of the rest that he unloaded into my mouth as he cursed his way softly through his moment.
“Soup’s on, boys!” Mom’s shout from the kitchen was like a bucket of ice water tossed on our heads.
His eyes widened, and he stepped back, taking away my new toy and yanking up his jeans and underwear all in one swift motion. He hissed and tucked himself in, his dick still a clear outline against the front of the material.
“Wait.” I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
“Uh, I have to go. I’ll text you about the tutoring.”
“Wh-what?”
He walked away while buckling his belt.
The front door had opened and closed before I got my shit together to rush out of my room after him.
“Isn’t KC staying?” Mom called as I flew through the living room, ignoring her.
The engine in his Jeep roared to life, but I made it to the driver’s side window before he started backing it up. My gut dropped as he lowered the window. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but a serious expression had chased away the teasing from my bedroom.
“Are you still going on that date?” I blurted, then could’ve kicked myself.
KC shivered and rested his elbow on the ledge of the window, then dropped his chin into his palm. His eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, I planned on it. That was just some fun, right?” His jaw ticked.
“Yeah.” The pleasure from coming died a quick death as my mood spiraled to the center of the earth. The world took on a hazy tear shimmer. “Call me about the—the tutoring.”
With a nod, he backed the Jeep out of the driveway, and I thought perhaps he was dragging my heart along behind, but I didn’t see anything.
“Fuck!” I snapped when the Jeep was out of sight. Ren beat me earlier, overpowered me and made me look stupid and feeleven worse. And now he was winning again, getting to date KC, even though I’d sucked his dick.
The whole bet thing was awful and wrong, but part of me had thought that if I did win—if I was the first one to do something sexy with KC—I would get my man.
How had I not realized that wasn’t true?
Fury at Ren almost choked me.
“Why did he leave?” Mom asked.
