“On your knees,” he said.
I listened, dropping down onto my knees and immediately reaching for the button of his jeans.
His hand caught my wrist, the scowl on his face unreadable. “There’s scarring on my legs, too. Just so you don’t start screaming about it.”
I nodded, still working to take off his jeans. “I wouldn’t scream.”
The button finally gave, his jeans falling open, and I was quick to reach in.I pulled out his cock. The length alone made me nervous if I would fit it all.
“So eager to get my cock, aren’t you, Rebel?”
I nodded, licking my lips as I stroked him once.
He grabbed my chin, his fingers squeezing my cheeks. “Have you ever had this mouth used and fucked? Have you ever had a man worship it with his fucking cock?”
I tried to shake my head, but he forced it still. “No. Nothing like that,” I whispered.
He leaned forward, looking me over and squeezing my face harder until my mouth opened.
“It’s about to be used,” he said, letting a line of spit drop from his mouth to mine. “And you will not stop until your throat is coated in cum. Understand?”
I nodded again.
He pulled my face closer until my lips met the head of his cock, and then pushed his fingers deeper into my cheeks, hollowing them out as my mouth wrapped around him.
He groaned, his hand sliding around until he had a handful of my hair. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he pressed me further down onto him. “I want to see you take it all. Fucking choke, baby. Show me you want it all. I promise every inch you bury in that throat will be buried in that pussy one day.”
I moaned against him, pulling him deeper down my throat. I wanted it all. I wanted to get him off better than he ever had before, and I wanted him to be desperate for more like I was for him.
“Good girl. I like hearing you struggle to take it all,” he groaned, thrusting hard once before slowing. “You’re so eager to please me, aren’t you? I like watching what you like and now you’re doing the same for me. I want your hand wrapped around me, and I want you to suck until your mouth is sore.”
I listened, wrapping my hand near the base and pulling the rest into my mouth. I moved in tandem, my hand slick as spit ran down his length. He groaned, pushing in rhythm with me until he pulled my hand away. “Take it now, baby.” I slipped him deeper as cum coated my tongue. He held me in place, making me swallow every drop so I didn’t choke.
I kept sucking, not knowing exactly when to stop until he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Trying to kill me?”
“Just making sure you were done,” I said, pulling back to catch my breath. His thumb swiped over my lip, wiping away anything that had dripped before he fixed his jeans.
“Come on,” he said, pulling me up and onto his lap. “Let me catch my breath.”
“Hopefully that means it was okay for you?” I asked, cringing at the question. I didn’t think I wanted the answer to it.
He gave a quiet laugh, smoothing out my skirt. “Best I’ve ever had. Don’t get all shy now. I just watched you cum all over my bike. There’s no being shy about that.”
“There is, if I worry that I pale in comparison to the other women you run around with.”
He laughed again, the soft exhale tickling my arm. “Isn’t it funny how we always build up interactions in our mind? We think they are good, maybe great even. Until you have the really amazing thing, though, it’s hard to make an accurate comparison. Then, once you have the amazing thing, it would be impossible to go back and think that first thing was even okay, let alone great.”
“You lost me,” I said, suddenly under the impression that I could be the amazing thing he was talking about until my anxiety kicked in and I thought I was being stupid for thinking he could be saying that about me.
A thump jolted me out of my thoughts and we both looked towards the door.
“Rook! We have to go,” a guy yelled from the other side of the door.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Rook said, running a hand up my neck.
“We don’t have a choice. Now, Rook.”
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “I fucking hate this place sometimes. Come on, I’ll bring you up front.”
