Page 41 of Twisted Truths

“I’m not a good guy, Ariana.” I chance a glance down at my lap as she coaxes my length out through the gap in my boxer briefs. Her delicate hand looks so tiny compared to my straining cock.

“Maybe. But I don’t think you’re an entirely bad one either.”

She strokes my cock up and down. It takes everything in me to say my next words and not give into temptation.

“Your head is probably a mess. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I might be a lot of things, but I could never live with myself if she woke up tomorrow and regretted anything.

She nuzzles her face into my neck as I take another turn, going too fast around the corner and sending her weight into me. “You’re not, I swear. I just… I want to be in control. I want to take what I want… if you want to give it to me.”

My chest cracks open because I understand that desire better than she could ever realize.

Ariana swirls her thumb around the precum leaking from the tip of my erection, and my foot slams on the accelerator.

“I don’t want you to regret this.”

As she brings her face down to my lap, her blue eyes rise to mine. “I would never regret this, Obsidian.”

Then she wraps her lips around the head of my cock, and I’m helpless. The word no is no longer in my vocabulary.

She sucks on the end and swirls her tongue before sliding down and putting as much of me in her mouth as possible. A deep groan works its way from my chest as her fist strokes the bottom half of my dick.

“Christ, you’re such a good fucking girl.” I look away from the road for a second so that I can bear witness to what’s happening and commit it to memory for eternity. “Perfection.”

I return my eyes to the road if only so we won’t crash, and this will continue. We’re flying down the road, but it only adds to the sensation of what’s happening below my waist.

Ariana continues to stroke me and suck me, and she gags a little when she goes even farther down my shaft. Fuck, her throat constricts around the end of my cock.

She works me so well that it seems like no time has passed before my balls draw up, ready to feed my cum into her mouth. She increases her pace, dragging me in and out of her mouth, and I can’t help but increase the speed of the car in tandem.

Our gazes meet when I risk a quick look down at my lap, and it’s obvious how much she’s enjoying making me a slave to her ministrations. She squeezes tighter around my base, working me hard, and I hate that I have to return my eyes to the road.

One hand delves into her hair while the other squeezes the steering wheel. I try to hold out a little longer, but between the speed of the car and the way she’s working me, it’s a pointless endeavor.

I press harder on the gas and bite out a curse, my ass rising off the seat, coming in her mouth while she continues to pump me with her fist. She milks every drop out of me, and I take my foot off the accelerator and pull off onto the dirt shoulder. She pulls away from my lap and lifts her head, meeting my eyes.

The urge to kiss her is so strong. She stays in place, almost as though she’s waiting for me to make the next move… but I can’t. It’s too intimate, and it’s a bridge I can’t cross. One I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to.

So rather than leaning in and meeting her mouth with mine, I open my mouth and say, “We should get going. I have a call to make as soon as I return to my office.”

Her disappointment is instantaneous. Her face falls, and she slides back over to her side, putting on her seat belt as I press the gas and turn back onto the road.

We don’t speak for the rest of the day unless it’s completely necessary, and even then, it’s only work related. I suspect I’ve erected a permanent wall between us, which should fill me with relief.

So why does my chest ache if I’m getting exactly what I wanted?

Chapter

Seventeen

ARIANA

Obsidian is back to being his cold self. If I’d hoped that what happened in his car would change things, I was sorely mistaken. If anything, it’s only made him double down on presenting himself as an asshole.

I didn’t see him at all yesterday since it was Saturday. And today, being Sunday, is dragging on. I’m anxious for the minutes to tick by and reach Monday morning, when I’ll be back in Obsidian’s orbit, even if he will do his best to ignore me.

Per usual, I met my brother at Black Magic Bar yesterday to pass off a set of silver candlesticks. With every week that goes by, I feel guiltier and guiltier about what I’m doing.

After everything that went down this week, guilt whirls around me like a tornado, seeping in through my pores. But then Bastion will tell me what he fetched for the previous week’s steal, and I’ll justify what I’m doing as necessary to save the people I love, as well as myself.

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