Page 157 of Tricky Girls

‘Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just on me.’

Her head firmly cupped, I take over with the rhythm. I need those noises. Like a man dying of thirst, I need those noises. And I need to be looking into her eyes whilst she’s making them.

This last month’s been my desert—the whole fucking year if I’m gonna be honest with myself. I’ve been dying of thirst ever since I first saw her.

I choke out a breath listening to her gag and hack and gulp. Her eyes stream; the water to quench my thirst. I run my thumbs under them, smearing her mascara.

I ease off for a moment. I want her to come but I’m not sure how much she can focus with my dick choking her.

Arms limp by my sides, I fuck her mouth, wishing not for the first time I could feel what a guy does. Never mind. She’ll be sucking my clit before long. It twitches at the vision and I pump faster, using every ounce of my self-control not to go too deep. Fuck, I need more friction. I need to come.

The candles flicker with my movements, a few extinguishing and filling the chamber with the sweet scent of smoke. In my periphery, Tilda’s hand moves, rubbing that bullet against her clit.

She moans around my dick, a high, desperate sound. Oh yeah, I know that one. She’s close, about to pop any second.

Her eyelids start to close. I swat her face. ‘Eyes on me.’

They’re heavy-lidded now, her breaths coming fast and loud through her nose.

I hold my breath the second she comes undone. Her eyes flutter, rolling back, watery and red, but she returns them to me each and every time. It’s almost enough to make me come.

As soon as she removes the vibrator, I pull out. She slumps against the chair, her free hand wiping the drool from her mouth. Her lips are as red as cherries, her mascara bleeding all down her face.

One for the wank bank, I reckon.

Gaze still on her, I grasp the base of the dildo and rub. The vibrator presses against me, finally giving me what I need. I tip my head back, too far gone to keep my eyes on Tilda. It coils in my belly, deep and potent. Four seconds, five, then I’m coming too, one long, loud breath escaping my lungs.

I keep moving the dildo until my cunt stops clenching. Tilda’s watching me when I open my eyes, as intently as I’d been her.

‘You call that a punishment?’ she rasps.

I grin, rezipping my trousers. ‘Telling me your jaw’s not aching even a bit?’

She chuckles, putting a hand there. ‘Yeah, a bit.’

I straddle her lap to untie her, her fruity sweet scent engulfing me. She smiles when I look up, a soft, soppy thing that makes my heart seize.

I kiss her feverish cheek, stroking up and down her jaw. ‘All good in the hood?’

She smiles wearily. ‘Yeah, Haz. All good in the hood.’

‘Then let’s get out of here. It’s fucking freezing.’ I stand up, snuffing out the candles with my boot. ‘Also, when we get back, you’re in my bed tonight. Not Elly’s.’

Tilda

Weird being in this room. Everything’s darker. The walls, the furniture, the clothes all strewn about.

It’s cool beneath her sheets. She made me dress in my skimpiest pyjamas, commanding me to lie here and wait until she does whatever takes her ten million hours in the bathroom to do.

I appreciate the breather. It’s been a Haz-heavy day and I need this moment to process. I feel like we’ve gone from zero to ahundred in the space of an evening. I knew I was walking into the lion’s mouth tonight. It was in her suspicious tone, the fact she wanted to get me somewhere where no one could hear me scream.

Not that I could scream with that thing in my mouth. I smile, still feeling my tongue vibrate. That had been surprisingly hot. I’ve never got much from blowjobs. That’s kind of the point—you’re doing it for the guy. But something about Haz being at the other end, knowing I didn’t have to decide between spitting or swallowing, those dark eyes peering down at me.

And watching her come afterwards…that’s playing in my mind on a loop.

I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of her bedsheets. How many times has she come in this bed? Between everything me and Elly have done, mutual masturbation is at the top of the list. The thought of these girls getting themselves off makes my pussy throb.

Yeah, there’s definitely no regret to be had tonight. I’m glad she crossed that line, bulldozed through it in her typical Haz way. I’m not sure what doors we’ve opened doing that, but I’m willing to take a peek.

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