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After he extends the last of it by stroking my G-spot, his chair shoots back across the floor, and he stands up and undoes his belt.
“Get on your fucking knees and show me you deserve my cum.”
Fuck yes.
I scramble off the table and drop to the floor. He frees his cock, and it bobs out, he’s so hard. I might hate Rhys, but I don’t hate his dick. I could hate-fuck him for hours. Staring up at him, I plead with my eyes for him to take me. I open my mouth, but he grabs my jaw in one hand and traces the head of his dick around my lips with the other. He glowers at me like this is a punishment, but it feels like a reward. He gives a tight slap to the side of my face, and I shiver.Why does that turn me on?
“Suck.”
I salivate when the first drop of pre-cum hits my tongue. He hisses and grips my hair with one hand, cupping my face with the other. His thumb softly brushes away the sting on my cheek as he pushes himself into my throat. I gag once but recover. He guides himself in and out. His gaze moves to my lips and then back to my eyes again.
“You are such a sweet slut,” he whispers, and it’s endearing on his lips. I moan around him. I can hate myself tomorrow. Right now, I love it. Iwantto be his slut, and I’m relishing every second. His movements become sporadic, and he taps my cheek twice with his thumb, letting me know he’s about to finish.
“Stick out your tongue, Freya.” He says it so calmly, but his jaw clenches when he retreats from my mouth. I can finally catch my breath.
Keeping a hold on my chin, he pumps his erection with the other hand twice before pressing it against my tongue to catch the spurts of cum. I curl it upward to keep from spilling and he releases a puff of air.
I look as doe-eyed as I can, knowing it’s killing him seeing me on my knees with my tongue out, his cum on display.
He tenderly cups my cheeks, stroking my temples as we hold eye contact. I’m waiting for permission. I don’t even mind that this is Rhys, I wish I could freeze this moment to remember how thrilling it feels to submit for the first time ever.
“Swallow.”
I do, and his lips part.
“Did I do good?” I don’t know where that comes from, because why the fuck do I care?
But I do.
He smiles, and something flashes in his eyes. “So good, darling.”
TWENTY
My infatuation with Freya started when I would jack off to her onFollowers. Then it grew as I got to know her as we chatted online. I can deny it all I want, but we had something before I even knew she was the girl across the hall. When I found out she was my new neighbor, my plan to avoid her only backfired.
I don’t know what to make of her anymore. Her taste is still on my tongue as I board the plane. The sweet glimmer in her eye as I came on her tongue made me melt. This confusion is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I had every intention of only baking dough when I went to her place this morning, but now it feels like we’re on the precipice of something much bigger.
If we didn’t hate each other, the conversations we had today might be considered agreeable and friendly. It was easy, like we were still hiding behind our usernames and being our true selves, complete honesty. What was I doing making a game out of oral sex? Not only that, but I bet a date I’d win.
A date.
I’m not supposed to be dating, but this could be my chance to make things right. Pretty sure that’s why it flew out of my mouth without even thinking. Truthfully, I’m shocked I even won that dumb bet. The second she spread her legs, I knew I’d have to focus. She smelled sweet, tasted sweet, and goddamn, did she ever behave sweet. That’s what really got me off.
She’s under my skin now, and I don’t know if there’s any way to go back to the way it was before. Not now that I’ve seen the fiery, tenacious Freya turn soft and pliable in my hands.
* * *
“Kucera, you’re up!” Coach yells. I stand, ready to take my shift. We’re in the second period, and I’ve gotten more ice time than I ever have before. Los Angeles is playing well tonight, but we’re playing better. The puck is staying on their end for the majority of the time, until they get a breakaway. Their right winger takes off, but I get in his face until he dekes.Shit.
He takes a shot from the far corner, Kapucik is in the net, he steps out to block, LA dekes again and passes it. That last fake-out made him lose track of the puck. They have a wide-open shot now, and the crowd is losing it. He’s not going to block it in time.
“Block the shot!” Sully screams.
I do the only thing I can and drop my body as he shoots. The puck flies toward me like a bullet and it punches me right in the side. I grunt and let out a curse. It hurts like a motherfucker, but I clamber back up again and pass to Lonan.
“You a’ight, Rook?” Kapucik shouts.
I wince from the pain.
