Page 7 of Depraved Favors

The ice cream is cold in my lap, and I shift as I feel it dripping between my thighs. “Okay, how about this? Make me come or I’ll expose their cheating asses to the entire school.”

Owen’s eyes flash and he moves closer. I can smell the spearmint body wash he must use. “Are you blackmailing me?” he asks curtly.

I jolt my chin up. “My mom is dying of cancer and my boyfriend is cheating with my best friend. Do you think blackmail is beneath me at this point?”

God, it makes me sound like a bitter, cruel bitch. But I can’t fathom caring about anything.

His attention shifts between my eyes, as if searching for something. Then he sighs, and grabs a handful of paper towels. “Let’s clean you up and talk about this in the morning.”

“Or you can lick it off and I’ll call it even.” I don’t know why I’m pushing it, maybe I just want some kind of reaction. To feel anything in this moment. It’s not like it would be that hard, Brit’s father is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever met. Which makes sense considering how pretty she is.

Owen shuts his eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose as I watch him. Then his swallow is audible before he glances at me as he dips his head down to my lap. I gasp when his tongue laps at the pool of melted cream for a few licks, then he sucks it up in loud slurps. When the pool is gone, his hand curls around my thighs and pries them open so he can lick up the melted remnants stuck to my skin. My nipples harden under my shirt, and goosebumps run up my legs with each swipe of his tongue. He pushes my knees up till my heels are resting on the edge of the counter, and follows the slow dripping trail of ice cream down. It puts his face directly in line with my panty clad pussy; he pauses and looks back up at me.

I lick my lips as my heart pounds away. My legs tremble from how close he is. Owen stays like this for a few seconds before his mouth brushes against my center, suckling at the wet spot. I let out a small moan as I lean back on my elbows and tilt my head to stare at the ceiling.

He pushes my panties to the side and my breath catches when I feel the first swipe of his tongue up my wet slit. It curls around my clit and then explores down in my hole before his lips move back up to suck the nub he teased. He feels like he’s everywhere at once, and the pleasure is damn near overwhelming me.

When he slides a finger inside me, he lets out a muffled groan against my pussy that has me jerking my hips into his face.

“More,” I breathe out. He stuffs me with another finger and laps at my swollen clit. I pull up my shirt, baring my tits to the room so I can twist my nipples. They’re super sensitive since I’m close to when I would start my period if I wasn’t on the birth control shot. I’ve always liked my breasts played with, but Jacob made it seem like a weird request. It took me months before I researched online and found out that it’s a normal thing that women do for stimulation. I’ve just been too embarrassed to try it with him again.

When Owen glances up to see what I’m doing, he pulls back and watches with hunger for a moment. His fingers pump in and out slowly as I rock into his hand.

“I’m on birth control,” I say.

He shakes his head, not looking away from where my fingers play with my tits. “I’m not fucking you.”

I let out a little breathless laugh as he pushes his fingers deeper, as if it empathizes. This is all I get. “What a shame.” My teasing flirt has him focusing back between my legs.

He bends back down, eating me at a more furious pace as his fingers curl inside me. I grunt when he hits a spot that has a fire blazing in my stomach. His hand is moving so fast, the sloshing sounds of my pussy echo in the kitchen along with my shallow pants.

I tighten around his fingers, and my vision spots. “Oh god,” I moan, unable to remain quiet as my thighs shake. I palm my breasts, squeezing them as waves of bliss wash through me. I can’t breathe as I pulse around his hand, and Owen sucks at the juices leaking from me. He pulls his fingers out, and my eyes flutter open as my heels slip off the counter, my feet dangling. Shoving his sweats down, he grabs ahold of himself and steps between my legs, stroking his cock with his fingers now drenched in my cum. I watch in awe as he pumps his fist down his thick cock. Not only is he a good length, but his girth is mouth watering.

“Keep playing with your tits,” he commands as he steps closer, the ruddy head of his cock bumping into my sensitive pussy. My hands fly back to my nipples at his command, twisting them as he grunts, watching me. Owen picks up the pace, and I clench with the need to feel him inside me.

“Just do it,” I plead, begging him to put it in. He shakes his head, pumping himself a few more times before his stomach flexes and then his cock jerks. His cum lands in warm spurts all over my pussy and stomach. Owen milks his cock, shaking the last few drops onto me before dragging his tip down the length of me. He smears his cum around my clit and then down to my hole, pushing at it only briefly enough to add pressure, then pulling back. The teasing motion makes me whimper.

He clears his throat and grabs the paper towels he’d discarded next to me. I watch in silence as he cleans himself before pulling up his pants. Our gazes meet. His jaw tightens before he wipes his cum off me and then he grabs the end of my shirt, pulling it down roughly to cover my chest. He gives me his back as he washes his hands, and I fix my panties before jumping off the counter.

Taking the ice cream, I shove it back in the freezer while feeling his eyes on me. He’s leaning against the sink with crossed arms when I face him again.

“This stays between us,” he says, the rough timbre of his voice making me wish he was whispering dirty things to me.

I nod, giving him a small smile. “I know.”

His tongue pushes into his cheek before he clears his throat. “Do you know now? What it feels like to have a man make you come?”

Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I scrunch my nose. “I think so. Maybe I’ll try to find a random guy tomorrow to experiment.”

Owen looks away from me, then pushes off the counter to stand. “Goodnight, Peyton.”

He leaves me standing there, and I watch him walk back to his room, feeling lighter. My heart still hurts, but at least now I feel like I’ve done something about it.

Chapter Four

Owen

I squeeze my fist tighter, fucking my cock as the cold water beats down my back. It does nothing to calm the raging hard-on I woke up with. My dreams were littered with the bombshell sleeping in my living room. I shouldn’t have entertained her idea, given into her so-called favor. It took all my strength not to fuck her right then and there.

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