Page 20 of Devious Gambit

She rolled her eyes. “I should’ve known.”

“I’ve got a massive boner that you caused, Rhys, so it’s your problem to fix. Now, fucking hurry up and sit down next to me.”

She hesitated.

“Come on!” I insisted, screwing my face up pretending to be in severe pain. “Please, Rhys. This thing is fucking killing me.”

She sighed in a huff and sat her little ass down next to me. Her pretty green eyes cautiously assessed my bulging sweats. I grabbed a book on Neolithic art sitting on the table and opened it to shield my cock, if anyone happened to walk by. Seriously, it was Friday evening in the library, who the fuck was going to be there apart from virginal bookhuggers who might pay to see my cock anyway.

I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. “See how hard it is?”

She nodded.

“You did that,” I told her.

“How?”

“By licking your lips and swaying your hips.”

“I didn’t think I was that-”

“-Your defeatist attitude is as boring as fuck, just sayin’,” I interrupted, and made a grunting sound as if I was in agony. “Come on, Rhys.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

I pulled my sweats down and flipped my cock out in full view, but shielded by the book.

She gasped and her face turned the color of cherry soda.

“Yeah, I know. It’s huge.” I grabbed her hand again and wrapped her fingers around my cock. “Rub. Up and down.”

Her eyes were the size of saucers, staring at my erection. Instead of doing as I directed, she ran her fingers down to my balls and gently touched them. Okay, it wasn’t quite what I was hoping for. She had no interest in pleasuring me, fuck it, instead she explored my cock and balls with her fingers. Tracing the shapes with her fingertips, she’d feel the hardness my cock, compared to the softness of my balls, and stroked my black pubic hair.

The entire time, a look of wonder was on her pretty face, and I lost myself in her. For a moment, I’d forgotten about the envelope, and leaned in, kissing her on the lips. I’d kissed her before, but this time I wanted tongue. I wanted to taste her.

She didn’t move away when I kissed her, so I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. Using my other hand, I opened her mouth and I kissed her again. She moaned as I slipped my tongue inside and felt her soft, warm mouth, guiding her tongue to tussle and dance with mine. She tasted like Skittles, unsurprisingly, and her tongue movement was timid and hesitant. The entire time, I could feel her fingers still running over the nooks and crannies of my cock and balls. It was good, but I needed more.

After a few seconds of a damn nice kiss, I seized her hand and directed her to rub my cock again. “Do you want to know what it tastes like?”

She licked her swollen, rosy lips, leaned forward and ran her soft, warm tongue over the tip of my cock. I let out a loud groan that surprised me just as much as her. Shit the fuck, I was turned on. Being the first to corrupt a virgin was like firing fucking torpedoes.

The envelope. Don’t forget the envelope. Jeez, fuck.

“Can you take it all in your mouth, Rhys? I seriously need you relieve the tension.” She tried. The bookhugger really tried to take it all, but my length wouldn’t go all the way. If she was a little more experienced, I get her to open her throat up, but I guess a partial head will do. I didn’t want to choke Rhys on her first try and put her off blowjobs forever.

“Man, that’s good, Rhys,” I championed her. Okay, so the head itself was average, but I needed her distracted, while I opened the envelope with one hand. “Keep going, Rhys. Please, almost there. Keep going. Man, it’s feeling better already,” I encouraged, as I tipped the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.

When she pulled her head up, I pushed it back down, begging her to finish, because I was in agony. Luckily, the letter wasn’t long and I got the gist fairly quickly that it was a one sided relationship. To be expected, there was nothing in there to help Cody out, but at least we knew Rhys was in contact with Moody. The next step is to worm my way into Rhys’s confidence and use her as mule. There was a time limit on this gig and if I didn’t do it my way, Cody would do it his. I liked Rhys and she didn’t deserve to be the victim of the Harrington’s’ threats. Fuck, she already had fucking Sweeney on her back.

I slipped the letter back in the envelope and focused on the below par head going on. “Keep going, Rhys, almost there.”

Finally, I ejaculated into her mouth, much to her disgust, and she ran off to the bathroom to spit it out. I cracked up laughing, realizing that while she was puking up my cum, I had the perfect opportunity to look at the letter. Too late, already did it.

“Congratulations, Rhys,” I championed her when she returned, wiping her sweet mouth with her sleeve. “First head was it?”

“Yes,” she murmured, shyly.

“Would you do it again?” I asked, helping myself to a handful of Skittles and chucking them back.

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