Page 27 of Battle Scars

I make quick work of his belt and zipper, and as I part the soft denim of his jeans, his heavy cock springs free. And it does not disappoint. It’s long—longer than any man I’ve been with before—and so thick I don’t think my hand will wrap all the way around him. And he’s hard—so hard, for me. Veins pop attractively under the smooth skin of him, and the tip is round and flushed red.

“Don’t just stare at it, baby,” he growls, and I wrap my hand around him and stroke. “That’s it. Jack it. Harder.”

I do. I grip him in my fist and stroke him from root to tip, faster and faster, but that’s not what I want. I lean forward and wrap my lips around him. He hisses through his teeth as I swirl my tongue over the tip of him.

“Don’t fuck around,” he growls. “Suck me.”

“Yes,” I pant around the head. I lick him again, and he digs the fingers of one hand into my hair. The other cups my jaw, putting pressure on the hinge, and I look up at his handsome face awash with passion as I let the tip of my tongue dart out again and touch him.

“Deep, baby,” he growls. “I need you to take me deep.”

And I need that too.

I need him to come undone for me. It feels like he’s hanging on by a thread, and I need it to fray and snap.

“Yes,” I hiss.

With his thumb still pressing to my jaw, he thrusts deep into my mouth. It takes me by surprise, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat, tears pooling in my eyes.

“That’s it, fresa. Just breathe through it,” he encourages. The intense feeling passes, and I swallow around him. “Fuck, fuck. I gotta move.”

I nod swiftly, and it’s all the indication Gabe needs, because he begins to thrust, holding my face where he needs me, pumping into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his powerful thighs and hold on tight as he takes control of my blowjob away from me and fucks my mouth.

His cock hits the back of my throat again, and I do my best to breathe through my nose as he comes undone. I need to give him this. His release is mine for the taking, and I want it.

Then he rips his cock from my mouth at the same time the hand in my hair pulls my head back, exposing my throat and breasts to him. His hot cum erupts from him with a growl as he paints my breasts with his spent passion.

My chest heaves as air saws in and out of my lungs. Something has changed between us—for some reason, I feel like Gabe and I are now an us. After the way he’s treated me these past few weeks, I’d be lying if I said now that I have this, I don’t want it. I’m as surprised as anyone by that realization.

“I should have known you’d like a walk on the wild side, fresa,” he says, ripping me from my romantic thoughts.

“What?” The same confused feeling I had earlier washes over me again because where I thought we were on the same page, I have a sinking feeling that I was completely wrong.

“Gotta say, you ever feel like slumming it again, give me a call.”

And then he turns on his heels and stalks out of the locker room, leaving me half naked on my knees and covered in his cum.

But that’s nothing compared to the shame that blankets me. For all the years I’ve worked my ass off, never whoring myself out for favors or success, all it took was this one man dragging my hard work through the dirt and throwing it in my face. To him, I’m no better than a whore.

I won’t be making this same mistake again.

Lesson learned.

TWELVE

LOSE CONTROL

Gabe

What the fuck am I doing?

I haven’t been hard in years.

I don’t get hard.

One minute I was doing my job and the next it was like my dick had a mind of its own. The next minute I was outraged. I was so fucking angry because who is this tiny princessa, and who does she think she is to play with me?

She clearly gets off on toying with grown men, on toying with me.