Page 41 of Wicked Dreams

“I think you like the idea of me in your room.” His gaze drops to my sweatshirt. It’s from The Wrecks merch line, although I was able to snag it secondhand. I fucking love that band, even though I’d never be able to afford one of their concerts.

“You and your fucking mind games.” I shake my head. “Isn’t tormenting me in school enough?”

He’s solemn when he answers, “No.”

“No?”

“It’s not enough. Don’t think it ever will be.”

I let my head fall back. His eyes are dark. “Why?”

His lips ghost along the shell of my ear. “Because you fucking deserve it.”

I laugh. “I deserve torment?”

He shakes his head. “You didn’t just get that, little lamb. You’re getting all of it. My whole self utterly focused on your sweet reactions. The fear, the excitement, the disgust. You fold when I want you to… but sometimes you stand up straight and face me.”

My legs tremble. “What does that mean?”

“It means…” He’s got his jeans undone, his dick in his hand. He’s silhouetted by the lamp behind him, but I don’t need a spotlight to see him pump his length in his fist.

Oh God.

The wall keeps me upright while he slowly jacks himself off. His thumb rolls over the top of his dick, smearing the clear pre-cum, and his grip twists as he gets to the base.

Over and over.

It’s weirdly mesmerizing.

Something is seriously wrong with you, Margo.

“It means I think of your mouth when I do this,” he finally continues. “So get on your knees and make my fantasy come true.”

I scoff.

“You want me to leave you alone. That’s the whole point. Drool on my dick, baby, and show me that you’re nothing special.” He lifts his eyebrow. “Show me that your mouth isn’t something I should fantasize about.”

Twisted logic.

And yet.

There are probably a million other girls who can give him blow jobs. A hundred at Emery-Rose, at least, who would willingly drop down and take him in their mouths.

And they’d almost surely do it better than me. I’ve never done it before.

Considering that, and his offer…

“I give you a bad blow job and you’re just going to forget about me?”

He bares his teeth. “Guaranteed.”

Butterflies take over my chest. I don’t want to cave… but I really would love nothing more than for Caleb to leave me alone.

Would you really?

Okay, well, I don’t know.

My body is already in motion before my mind makes itself up.

---