Page 128 of Cruel Legacy

Finn was on his knees for almost eight minutes. I admire a man who doesn’t quit. But the bet isn’t about who can work their jaw the longest, it’s who can make the other explode in five minutes or less.

I like the whole catch you by surprise thing, and that’s exactly what I’m about to do to Finn.

I’m standing in the hallway next to a door that leads to a faculty only stairwell. When he passes by, I grab his hand and pull him through the door. I have to make this fast and make it count, so I’ve brought something along to the party.

Wasting no time, I sink to my knees and pull his cock from his jeans. I give it an introductory pet, because I’m a lady, sometimes, then do my best to swallow the entire thing. I can’t. I know my strengths and weakness. I’ll never be able to deep throat a dick without gagging and I lean into that.

Sometimes you go for finesse and other times you go for mess. I choose messy and enthusiastic. It helps that Finn doesn’t smell like putrid ball sweat. I’d have to forfeit this bet if he did, because do-overs never came up in our negotiations.

“Oh, Pet, that feels incredible.” I look up at him through my lashes. “Look at you, making all my wet dreams come true.”

I slurp loudly, knowing the sound effects are gonna help. “That’s it, slurp on me, Pet. I’m your favorite blow pop.”

He does taste good, but I don’t have time to savor this. I fondle his balls, making sure he’s good and distracted, before slipping the toy around the base of his cock. He grunts as I snap it closed.

His hands try to push me away, but it’s too late. I flick the button on the remote -putting it on a medium setting- then shove it back in my pocket, using my mouth and hands, adding to the friction.

“Pet.” He groans, fisting my hair. “Oh god. No fair, nofair.”

He’s pulling me closer and pushing me away, trying to fight how good it feels. I lean down, sucking his balls into my mouth, then push my head further between his legs, flicking my tongue across his perineum.

“Fuck, girl, you. Oh, mygod.Yes. That’s it, Pet.” He lets go of my hair and reaches back to spread his ass cheeks. I blow against his perineum, letting the cold air add to the sensation of my tongue, then move back to his dripping cock. My tongue swirls around the swollen tip, lapping up the moisture.

I try to swallow him down again, before pulling back. My hands keep rhythm as my mouth pistons up and down his shaft. He grabs the side of my face, holding me steady, and bucks wildly into my mouth. I massage his balls like I’m rubbing dice.

He thrusts once. Twice. Then holds himself still. I gag as he invades the back of my throat. I push against his thighs, giving myself a little room, then hum around his cock, which pushes him over the edge. His groan echoes through the stairwell. “Fuuu-ck.”

His tastes explodes on the back of my tongue. Salty and thick. The timer goes off as I’m climbing to my feet. I swipe a residual drop of his seed off my lip and suck my finger into my mouth. His hooded gaze tracks the movement, his tongue darts out like he wants to sample his taste on my tongue.

“I win.”

His gaze meets mine, and he pulls me into a hug, a husky chuckle falling from his lips. “You certainly did, Pet.”

He steps back and looks down at the cock ring. “Do I even want to know how many people you’ve used this on?”

“That one is brand new. Got it just for you.” Holding out my hand, I remind him of the reason I just blew him. “Now I think you have something for me?”

With his dick still hanging out, he slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his knife, reluctantly placing it in my hand. I peck his lips, and promise, “Don’t worry, Number Three, I’m gonna take real good care of it, like I took good care of you.”

Finn’s knife is a thing of beauty, but I didn’t want it just to admire the gentle way it flips open or the detailed etchings on the handle. I need it to make a statement and to do that, I’ll have to flash it around.

I order a big juicy T-bone steak so I can do just that. One day would have been plenty of time to send my message, but I couldn’t help giving Finn shit about it. This thing is his baby, the way Clint is mine. He probably feels naked without it. I can relate. I’ll give it a nice sharpening and polish before I give it back.

My food arrives, and I pull the knife out with a flourish. I admire the light glinting off the metal, then lower it to my plate to cut into my steak. LJ eyes the knife but doesn’t ask any questions. This knife is distinct, and Finn flashes ita lot. Everyone knows who it belongs to.

I’m about halfway through my food when the murmuring starts. Somebody with a big mouth has finally gotten up the balls to comment on my fancy new utensil. I hear the uptick in voices and the commotion coming from the roped-off section of the room.

Eloise’s voice is louder than everyone else’s. “What!”

I slip another piece of steak between my lips. The mouth watering morsel basically melts on my tongue. Canyon Falls as a whole is shit, but they’ve got quality chefs in this town.

The shrieking shrew lands at the end of the table, squawking, “Where the hell did you get that?”

I finish chewing my bite, then lift the knife to check my teeth in its reflection.

“I asked you a question.”

I slowly drag my gaze away from my image to look at her. She’s got her supreme bitch face on. The one that says I should be cowering after what she did to my room. If I gave a shit about her, maybe I would be. “This? Oh, I got it from Finn.”

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