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Except that wouldn’t exactly be true, would it? He didn’t just invest a wad of cash, he also obviously spent time carefully picking clothes in my style, and in my budget, too—with one notable exception.
If I want to repay him, he told me how.
It’s wrong onso many levels, but it’s his price.
I’m not for sale, but he’s telling me he is. I can buy his time with my mouth.
As I remain there without moving, trying to reason through what I’ve already decided I’m going to do, I realize that this is a first. Marius Goltz might be an underhanded debauchee, but for all that, no one else has ever given me a choice, making it certain I could walk away without any consequence—except for my guilt.
For that reason alone, I know exactly what I’m going to do. I’m doing it because it’s fair, and it has nothing to do with the heat between my legs. It’s not aboutme.
If I say it enough times, I’ll believe it.
“You’re a pervert,” I mutter.
That’s very true, but what does that make me?
His cool blue eyes are full of laughter. “Undoubtedly.”
He doesn’t prompt me, or say anything, simply stares at me, one eyebrow crooked.
I lean in toward the driver’s seat, my trembling hands on his belt, first, then when I open that, the zipper of his dark jeans. He’s steel hard. I can feel it when my hand brushes his considerable length.
Under his pants, he wears dark blue boxers that I peel back. His cock bounces upward the moment it’s unconstrained, pointing right at me.
I glance up to meet his eyes, and find myself flushing. He’s done smiling, and there’s something intense burning in the usually cool depths of his eyes.
I lick my lower lip and bring my lips to the tip, wrapping it in my mouth. I think part of me prefers when he takes over, but he’s letting me lead.
It’s one thing to control my instinct to expel the member when someone’s driving it inside me—impaling it as deep as it can go myself is quite another. Instead of attempting it, I opt to do what I can to drive him to take control. I tease. I wrap my tongue around the edges. I suck the engorged member, bringing my hands to the base, so I can twist, and jerk, and squeeze it.
When Marius brings his hand to my head, I expect him to push it down, to make me take him as deep as I can, swallowing him inside my throat again, but to my confusion, he only slides his fingers through my hair, his nails digging into my scalp. It’s not unpleasant. At all.
I bring my legs up and tuck them under me on the seat to have a better angle. If Marius notices my shoes on his leather, he doesn’t complain. He only keeps stroking my hair as I suck, and blow, and lick his huge cock. Awareness coils in my belly, warmth starting in my core and spreading through my skin. Oh, god, sick as the situation is, I’m getting seriously aroused by it. He’s asked me to pay for the clothes he bought me with a fucking blowjob; I should be fuming, not getting wet.
My body is stupid.
As I work my mouth around the shaft, Marius slides his hand down from my head, tracing my spine until he reaches its base. Then he lifts the fabric of my dress until its hem is gathered at my waist. His hand ventures between my legs, fingers slowly teasing my panties. I feel my hips curve up higher, seeking what I know he can give me.
"Let's be fair." His chuckle is a little rough. "Don't stop or I might."
I didn't realize I'd paused all motion, too taken by what he was doing to me to pay attention to my own task. He's right, that's not exactly fair. Slowly, I resume my slow circles around the rim. I'm gratified by his low grunt when I start sucking again.
Marius's fingers bypass my panties to dip between my pussy lips until his index reaches my clit. He presses on it, middle finger sliding inside me. Hell, yes. I make a conscious effort to keep my mouth where it should be, bobbing up and down in his lap. His hips rise and fall to meet it, keeping his thrusts shallow; he's not quite fucking my mouth, letting me stay in control.
I moan around his cock as his finger moves faster in and out of me.
“Looks like your new neighbors are home,” Marius says casually.
From the corner of my eyes, I see him wave with the hand that’s not fingering me. Oh my god, he can’t be serious! This car is pretty high, but they could definitely see us.
I remove his cock from my mouth and lift my head up, half hoping he’s kidding, but no. A couple of students I don’t know by name—guys I’ve seen around campus for sure—have just pulled in their driveaway. They’re walking to the front door, passing right in front of us. They definitely know what we’re up to, although it’s starting to get dark.
I awkwardly wave, hoping they can’t get a proper look at this angle.
“And we’re done,” I conclude, positively flushed.
I really should have thought about the neighbors. It’s not that late. In the last two weeks I’ve been here, I haven’t seen them, as there’s a large private garden, and the property is surrounded by a fence, too. But there are similar properties on either side of Vi’s house—and on the other side of the road, too.
