Page 41 of High Stakes

Their voices grow faint as they exit the room, leaving me to my musing. I look up once and find Hector waiting quietly by the door. I stand and pace back and forth, dragging my fingers through my hair. “If I do this… Maybe… And then they could… No… But he could… And then maybe we all could… No, that won’t work. If we do it here…Then he’ll be… And they could…” I mutter continuously under my breath for several more minutes until I feel two arms snake around my waist.

“I smell something burning. You should probably stop before you set the place on fire,” Hector murmurs in my ear. I shiver as his warm breath tickles my skin.

I turn in the circle of his arms and beam up at him. “I have an idea,” I repeat slowly.

“I’m almost afraid to ask. When you get that glazed over look in your eyes and that specific smile, I usually end up covered in blood and out until 3 a.m. burying bodies.”

I mean, he’s not wrong.

“No bodies to bury this time. Hopefully,” I add with a giggle. “Do you remember the Tyson Training?”

He groans loudly and drops his head back dramatically. “Not the Tyson Plan.”

I roll my eyes and slap his chest with my palm. “Come on. We haven’t done it in months! It’ll be fun!”

“You and I have very different definitions of the word ‘fun’,” he argues quietly and slips his hands into my back pockets, pulling my hips against his.

I grind my hips against his and smile as I feel his cock grow stiff behind the seam of his jeans. “Do we now?”

He nods and bites down on his lip as I palm his cock through his pants, pushing his hips forward slightly. “Don’t tease me today. Please,” he whimpers softly, and his hips jerk again.

“My poor baby,” I whisper and cup his cheek with my other hand, tracing his high cheekbone with my fingertips. I push him until he drops into a chair. “Pull them down,” I order softly, and nod at his jeans. He pulls them halfway down his hips, freeing his hard cock. “Good boy,” I praise and watch it pulse heavily.

I drop to my knees and trace my tongue along the exposed skin around his balls and up his shaft, purposefully avoiding the tip. I tease his hard flesh for several minutes, placing open mouthed kisses and heavy licks all around but never touching his head.

His hips jerk and buck against my lips, but I don’t relent my teasing. “Please,” he begs quietly as I bring him to the edge and then back away. “Please let me come.”

“You’re so handsome like this,” I whisper to him and drag my fingernails up the underside of his pulsing cock. A thick streamof precum leaks from his slit and slides down his length. I truly love seeing him this vulnerable, slumped in a chair with his knees wide, cock thick and pulsing, the head an angry shade of red and leaking precum. His chest moves quickly as his breath saws in and out of his lungs and his eyes, when they’re open, are crazed and pleading.

“Little Bird, I’m not going to make it much longer,” he complains and thrusts his hips up into my hand as I wrap my fingers around him. I still haven’t touched the head yet. I’ve been waiting for it to become so sensitive that when I do, he’ll explode.

I pump my hand up and down slowly as I lean forward and kiss him deeply. He moans loudly and his entire body jerks as I push into his mouth and brush his tongue with my own. “I want to taste you,” I whisper when I pull away and lean back to look at him. His cock throbs under my gaze and I smile.

“Oh, fuck,” he pants heavily and grips the arms of the chair so tight that his knuckles turn white. I don’t give him any time to calm himself before I envelop him with my mouth and rub my tongue across his head, dipping the tip into his slit. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” He cries and arches his back off the chair. His muscles tense and I feel his balls tighten.

I pull off with a pop and lick my lips. “Come on, Hector,” I say, my voice drops an octave as I look up at him through my lashes. “Paint the back of my throat with your cum. I want every single drop from you.” I suck him back in and relax my throat. My clit aches for friction, but I ignore my needs for now.

He bucks and jerks like he’s being tased, whimpering through clenched teeth. “Holy shit. Fuck.. I… Emelia…” he pants out loudly and his hands find my hair. He wraps his fingers through my locks and grips me tightly as he begins to thrust his hips upward, fucking my throat.

Tears sting my eyes as I swallow around his thick length. He hits the back of my throat and groans loudly. I want to praise him, give him encouragement because he’s doing so well, but my mouth is obviously preoccupied. My core throbs around nothing, aching to be filled, but this is about him.

“Shit, shit, shit. I.. I uh… oh, fuck,” he groans again, and I feel him swell on my tongue as he begins to release. I swallow after every throb, milking him until he has nothing left to give me. My insides coil and I swear I could orgasm from his sounds alone.

When I feel him begin to soften on my tongue, I pull off with a pop and sit back on my heels. His eyes find mine and widen when he sees the string of saliva and cum still connecting my lips to the head of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, that is so hot.”

I lick my lips, breaking the trail of fluid and grin up at him. “So, about my idea…”

“Did you just bribe me with a blowjob?” Hector chuckles and tucks himself back into his pants.

“Did it work?”

“Fuck yes it did. I’ll do anything you want as long as that happens again later.”

I smile and let him pull me up. “That’s a deal. Though, I can’t promise who will be on their knees in front of you,” I say coyly, and strut out of the room, leaving a floundering Hector behind to prepare for our new plan.

19

SILAS

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