Ha. I’ll show him what it’s like to underestimate someone like me. I may be a lot of things but being uneducated in the sexual department isn’t one of them. At least I can thank Trevor for that. Even if he didn’t want me for the love, I showered him with.
Pushing thoughts of Trevor from my mind, I hesitantly reach up (because all guys like that demure shit), and begin to unbutton his loose-fitting, distressed jeans. I can feel the amount of arousal behind said zipper, begging to be freed, and it takes a lot not to react. He’s way bigger than Brett, and that’s saying something, because Brett was way bigger than average.
I need to think. Buy me some time so I can mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to face, like Chaz’s cock is the lock ness monster of all cocks.
Halting, I stop the downward glide of his zipper, and instead lean forward and press my cheek against the bulge being contained. His gasp is audible, filtering through the room and filling my soul with brazen power. If he’s gasping now, then he won’t last long.
Some mothers tell their daughters the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but that’s a lie they use to get them to sleep at night while growing up. No, the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his cock.
If you give awesome head, then you have a plaything for as long as you want him. Chaz is getting ready to learn the hard way. I have a loud, sassy, and crude mouth for a reason. Everything I say and do can be backed up.
“Are you sure?” I ask trying to be the better person and give him an out. Even though I’m practically drooling for a taste, I won’t force someone during duress. Not like people have forced me.
Like all men, when faced with this kind of question (in this type of setting), he won’t listen. It’s almost a known fact that men stop thinking with their head upstairs the moment ‘happy time’ is initiated. At least, my conscience will be clear because I gave him fair warning.
All I get back is a predatorial growl. One I feel vibrate through my bones and bee line straight to my clit. It heightens my arousal, making me pant a little faster. I do love it when they growl at me, like they’re too animalistic and feral to do anything more.
I pick that moment to lower his zipper the rest of the way. It’s holding a massive erection back from my watering mouth, and I’m absolutely famished for a taste. I’m ready to devour every inch of him. I get the zipper all the way down, and my body thrums a steady tune when I see his free hand fist by his side.
“It’s not going to bite you, sweetheart,” he coos, and the huskiness of his voice causes me to release a shiver of my own. This version of Chaz I absolute adore. He’s daring, sexy, and completely overwhelming—but in a good way.
His cock just about slaps me in the face as I finally part his jeans. I stare at the leaking tip, watching as it almost cries for attention.
I wonder how long it’s been for him, but like he can read my mind, he already has an answer ready for me. “Before you.”
I haven’t even taken my first lick and he is already shaking a miniscule amount. I take that time to look up at him and watch his face when the drop of his essence beads up on the crown and starts its long path down the shaft. In that moment, I completely believe him. It all makes sense, actually.
There are no girls around. If there are, then he puts them to stepping as soon as they arrive. He’s cautious, making sure he doesn’t get into a situation he doesn’t need to explain himself out of.
Chaz doesn’t care what people think of him. However, somewhere deep down inside of me, I think it matters what I think. Call it big head syndrome, or whatever you like—but in this moment, the fog between Chaz and I clear.
He’s still an asshole.
I’m still a bitch.
But together, we’re explosive.
Leaning forward, I take that moment to start at the base of his cock with my tongue. The first feeling of his velvety smooth shaft under my tongue, nearly makes me groan from the need that pulses between my legs.
He tastes even better than I imagined. Clean and refreshing. Yet, there’s a sinister and filthy quality to him as well. It’s heady, knowing that with a few swipes of my tongue he could be begging me, pleading with me to put him out of his torture.
I get lost in that knowledge, following the salty path back up the length of him until I am hovering over his head. With anticipation practically rolling off his in waves, I give him a wink, then devour him whole.
“Holy fucking Christ!” He shouts, the grip in my hair becoming almost painful.
I’m as happy as a lark, thinking I’m on top of the world for nearly bringing this man to his knees. But then I spare a glimpse of his stomach, only to see I’ve only made it about three quarters the way down. Jesus fuck.
I start to use my hand, because I’m taking him as far as I can comfortably go, when I hear that evil growl again. Immediately, I stop my hand from grasping his dick. I continue to move my lips up and down, swallowing and sucking as hard as possible. His grunts and groans sift through the stagnant air of my room.
But it doesn’t seem to be enough for him.
He wants more; he’s ravenous for completion almost as much as I was at breakfast the other day.
He starts to maneuver my head back and forth, fucking my mouth. Mumbles of expletives leave him, even as harsh breaths take their place.
Who would have thought that Chaz would be a talker? A dirty talker that is quickly making it impossible to stay in my pants.
“Oh God…” He moans as he picks up speed, thrusting his hips with each tug of my hair. “Who would have thought I would have this much fun with your sassy mouth?” He mumbles and lets a grunt fall free when I try to swallow the head, but instead it hits the back of my throat instead. “Such a good little cock sucker.” He grins to himself at his joke.
Hardy har, I think and roll my eyes.
I can’t lie, even if I wanted to try. As I sit here on my knees and own every sound that is coming out of him, I can’t deny that it’s hyping me up. My nipples are beading under my shirt; thongs becoming damp with my arousal. This is turning me on something fierce.
I start to really get into a rhythm as I sway back and forth. His grip in my hair becomes more than painful, and I know I am going to lose a handful of hair in this encounter if our positions don’t change. With a moment of urgency, I slam my face down onto his dick, deep throating him into releasing my hand and slamming his hand against the wall to keep balance.
He starts to swell in my mouth as his pace becomes almost punishing. And it’s then that I finally release my secret weapon. The thing that Trevor would completely lose his shit over whenever I was giving him head.
I start to hum low in my throat, just enough to vibrate the head, every time it goes too deep.
“Choke on that cock, baby! Oh, fuck yeah!” He yells out passionately; his thigh muscles starting to tremble.
Just when those tremors become the worst, and his legs starting shaking like he’s lifting weights, I allow my true feeling to shine through.
I smile up at him through my lashes.
A calculating, gleaming smile that lets him know that I know exactly what I’m doing to him.
That was my mistake.
He notices my shit eating grin that I have around the shaft that keeps sliding in and out of my mouth with ease. It’s then he releases a deadly smirk, letting me know how much he thinks of my nonverbal snark.
“Oh, you think you have me right where you want, huh? All because you can suck a cock?” he asks as he sucks in large gulps of air, like he just ran a Boston Marathon. “Showed your cards too soon, sweetheart.”
He jerks me up by the hair of my head, the pain rendering my speechless as puffs of silent squeals release from my throat. “What the fuck, dude?”
Without saying a word, he releases my hair, and I feel my scalp begin to throb from the damage. Goddamn him. I use my body weight to push him back a step, to get some space to breathe. But before I realize what’s happen, I’m br
eathing as hard as he is. We’re standing there, staring at one another, challenging the other with our glares.
Then something glitters in his eyes, and we both snap.
He starts ripping my clothes off my body; my shirt flying to the right and pants to the left. He’s like a madman on a mission, and my clothes are the enemy. They are barring him from something he wants, and he’s taking no prisoners.
Just like me. Hate the ground this fucker walks on, but I want that dick.
“Getting slow with your old age, fucker,” I goad him, causing him to growl low in his throat and double team it.
As he divests my final article of clothing, a pair of lacy thongs, his appreciative gaze sweeps over my body hungrily. My cheeks heat; my pussy pulsates with desire. His eye trail over my naked form like a man quenching his thirst—desperate, hard, and crazed for another drop of the sweet nectar.
“I sure be asking if you’re sure, but I really don’t give a fuck.” As soon as the words fly from between his sinful lips, he comes at me like a Mach truck, bear hugging me with all his strength.
My back smacks against the exposed beams, exploding air from my lungs. He only places me there long enough for him to reach down, weave his arms between my legs to rest under my knees, and lifts. His strength if a major turn on for me. The second turn on?
He thrusts home without guidance, and with a warrior’s surety that he’s slamming home. I’m the one gasping and trembling; bending and bowing. It almost feels too full.
“As sinful as pandora’s box, but twice as tempting.” He thrusts a few times, practically grunting from the pressure. Pulling my legs into the crook of his arms, he reaches up and with the agility of a gymnast, wraps his hands around my elbows to keep me in place. “Fuck, you feel like a virgin.” He flashes me an evil grin before devouring my mouth.
And the taste that explodes on my tongue, from his lapping, his mouth sucking, and just him in general, is … holy shit. Chaz tastes way better than I could have ever dreamed possible. An orange dreamsicle ice cream is what his taste puts me in the mind of, only better.
He groans, diving deeper, opening wider into the kiss. Our tongues explore; fireworks explode behind the surface of my closed eyelids. It’s like sticking my finger in an electrical socket, only it’s Chaz’s mouth and it’s not just a shock.
Chaz’s lips—his touch, proximity, and just him in general—slays the fuck out of me.
As he starts to thrust upward, pulling me toward him by my elbows at the same time, stars explode behind my eyes. Moans and gasps slip free from my body, as if pulled to the surface and thrust outside of my body for all to see. Cracking my lids open to half-mast—because that’s all I can legitimately handle at this moment—I nearly swallow my tongue at seeing the muscles in his arms bulge and bunch.
He holds me captive, forcing me to take every inch of him as he impales me over and over. The force of which, is seriously working for me. It’s like something I’ve never felt before. The intensity, the fierceness—it’s sweet and delicious but with just a hint of danger. His eyes are wild and manic, taking me in as he fucks me with sweet, sweet abandon.
Being with Chaz is everything.
He sets a brutal pace using me as he sees fit. “Chaz ...” I groan as he hit a particular spot deep within me. It has me seeing stars all too soon.
“Yeah, baby—take it.” My pussy constricts around his cock at the sound of his rough and gritty voice, causing him to grow and turn his primal gaze toward me.
I can see the sweat as little drops slowly flow from his brow down his cheek to his strong jaw as he grits his teeth from the pleasure. I see his eyes roll to the back of his head as his pace becomes punishing. He’s nearing the edge of abandon; it’s clear to see. With his ministrations, and the fact I’m going to have bruises on my arms later—I know he’s getting close. His climax is teetering at the edge, and within moments he’s going to go flying over the edge.
But I need to get there first. And in my quest of finding the right spot, moving just a hair of an inch, it forces Chaz to mis-thrust. Growling, he stops all together as his jaw clenches. He’s so fierce it hurts to even look at him.
Before I can explain, he backs into the middle of the room, taking me away from the wall. He’s taking away my leverage to move as I please.
I’ve never been hotter for someone, because this motherfucker is holding me up in his arms. “Fuck with me now, sweetheart.”
I have no words. So, the only thing I do is convulse my pussy muscles around the engorged shaft buried deep inside me. “Be careful what you wish you, prick.” I smirk.
I expect him to get pissed and just toss me on the floor from my mouthiness. But he does one even better. His pace picks up, and animalistic grunts and groans accompany them. The sounds I’m making fuel his aggression. I know I won’t be able to walk normally tomorrow, but I don’t care.
Normal is for losers.
Normal doesn’t get fucked like this and be able to truthfully claim they orgasmed with penetration.
Fuck normal.
I feel him start to swell inside me and it brings me that much closer. Tiny currents run along the top layer of my skin, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It feels like cotton fills my head as I cry out at the possessiveness in his harsh thrusts.
It’s then my mind chooses to remember all those times we were stopped too soon, and a part of me dies. If that happens this time, I don’t know what I’ll do. My skin is already tingling with my impending orgasm, so it’s there—it’s close. The earth can shatter under our feet right now, and I wouldn’t care. Not as long as I got to finally, finally, let go and come after so long.
I pray that this is not one of those times, and when the telltale quivering in my lower stomach begins, I damn near sigh in relief. He feels my inner muscles start to clamp down on him, and I watch as pure rapture slide over his masculine, handsome features. “That’s right, Brat—you know who owns this pussy,” he grunts.
As I’m about to detonate, I shrug off his hold and pull him in closer to me, needing that sense of connection, of closeness. His hands grab my ass in a punishing grip. My arms wrap around his neck for all they are worth. “Please … Please don’t stop!” I beg, because at this point, I would beg him for anything—I would do anything if he just keeps going.
Just when we are both about to reach that precipice of euphoria, the rapture of pure, sweet release, don’t you know it…. The door flies open catching us both with our pants down. Or off, I should say.
“Well, this is one hell of a sight.” Kill. Me. Now.
CHAPTER 14
“This cannot be happening,” I groan, pressing my face into the side of Chaz’s neck. I was so close, but I knew it was too good to be true. After all the holding out and not getting mine, I should have known something like this was going to happen.
Chaz is balls deep inside me. Finally. After months of sidestepping each other, and moments of hatred and self-loathing, we’re finally getting it in. And this motherfucker thinks it’s okay to simply walk right on in, pretending that I’m not in here screaming to the high heavens for Chaz to go harder and faster.
A deaf man with no possibility of hearing would be able to hear us in here. Chaz isn’t exactly quiet, with his dirty words and commands.
Chaz snaps, already having twisted away so Brett can’t see me, which, I mean, is absurd because he’s seen me already before. Fuck sake, he’s been inside me, surrounding me—he knows what I sound like when I come, and he knows how I feel when my pussy squeezes a cock through my release.
“Get the fuck out of here, man.”
Brett scoffs. “She belongs to me. It’s not like I haven’t gotten a taste of it before.” At that, my cheek dust with a light sheen of red, but this time not from exertion, it’s in remembrance of the time he took me at RPA.
“Crude much?”
“She belongs to all three of us, if I remember correctly,” Chaz growls.
Nothing ab
out this is normal. Having a guy balls deep inside me, while the first guy I slept with is merely standing by the door appearing uninterested, is a pill difficult to swallow. What’s even worse is the fact they’re both friends, have been for years, and they’re acting like this is an everyday occurrence. Shouldn’t they be at each other’s throats?
Then Brett has to go one step forward, like just his presence isn’t enough to horrify me. “Well, get back to it. Don’t stop on my account.”
He can’t be serious, I inwardly think, then just to prove my point, I bring my eyes away from his neck a miniscule bit. Brett’s eyes catch on mine, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips and questionable challenge written in his stance.
He’s daring me to do this, practically frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal to see if we have the balls.
Well, big boy, I bet my balls are bigger than yours.
“Chaz?”
I expect Chaz to pull out like a sane person, even though that’s not what I want. Not in the least little bit. It’s time to show Mr. Kingston, the asshole, that nothing he does can scare me. I expect Chaz to rant, curse, and snap around, allowing that cock of his to bounce back and forth as it slips out of my well-used pussy.
But the cocksucker does none of those things.
Not. Even. Close. And it exhilarates me to no end.
Instead he looks down at me with sinister pleasure, then grabs my arms and shifts me for a better angle. He doesn’t wait for me to ready myself, his muscles doing all of the heavy lifting. Seeing and feeling him do that makes me hotter, hornier.
“Scream my name, baby. He might learn something.”
His mouth slams down on mine as he starts fucking me. Again. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Our grunts and groans reverberate off the surrounding walls as the sound of our skin slapping together in cadence.
I can barely catch my breath, let alone focus on anything in the room besides Chaz and his magnificent cock; the way he masters my body, bringing it to a height of pleasure I’ve only felt once more in my life.
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