Page 41 of Tenure

Without thinking, I take my hand off his dick, reach around to grip his ass cheeks, and pull him forward so hard he hits the back of my throat.

“Shit!” he shouts, his cock jumping in my mouth as my throat floods with cum.

I choke, more out of surprise than anything. His cock is too big, my mouth stretched wide, and even though it’s choking me my lips still aren’t at the base. I can’t breathe properly, and I need to swallow, and I’m afraid cum is about to start leaking out of my mouth. He seems to notice because he grips my hands onhis ass and eases them away, shifting his hips backwards an inch or two so I can breathe and attempt to swallow before I spill him all over my damn dress.

He grunts a few more times, and then seems to relax a little, and I ease my mouth off of him entirely, my jaw aching, before I look up at him again. His eyes bore into mine as I stick my tongue out and lick the head of him clean, strands from the remnants of his cum stretched between his dick and my mouth. When I’m sure there’s not a fucking drop left, I trace my lips with my forefinger and then lick it clean, too.

“I understand, daddy,” I say.

33

James

I’m reeling.

Clearly, it’s the girl’s first blowjob, and I almost hit the tarmac with her. I probably shouldn’t be driving.

We’re quiet on the way to the restaurant. She seems content, pleased even, but I’m the opposite. I’m fucking shook.

I’d helped her up off the asphalt and foundvery stupidwords bubbling up in my throat and trying to fall out of my mouth. I kissed her to keep myself from saying them out loud, the taste of my cum hot in her mouth, and then—as badly as I’d wanted to lay down in the grass and have her ride my face until I died—I pushed her back into the seat so we could get going.

She put her seatbelt on immediately.

We pull into Allora, and I cut the engine, staring straight ahead.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Why haven’t you done any of this before?” I ask. My voice sounds harsh. Angry.Shit, I don’t mean to sound like this. Deep breath. Calm down.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re smart—too smart for your own good.And you’re beautiful as hell. Any man would—” I cut myself off, struggling a little with rattling off all of the reasons why everything with a dick will want inside her. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Who says I don’t?”

I give her a look.

“Sex and relationships aren’t mutually exclusive, you know,” she seethes.

“Don’t fuck with me. Not right now, okay?” I turn to face her. “Please.”

I’m not sure if it’s the eye contact or thepleasethat does it, but she reaches out and places her palm against my cheek, brown eyes warm and sweet.

“I’m sorry, James. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

She also lets out a breath. “You’re upset James, and I don’t know why, and I got defensive about being asked about being a virgin like it’s offensive, somehow, thirty seconds after you just came in my mouth.”

Yep. Blunt.

“I’m not upset. I’m . . . concerned.”

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t think this is a good idea.”

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