Page 61 of Blitz'd

I smirk up at him as I undo his pants. His dick is hard as a rock, that sexy vein I love so much throbbing right before my eyes. Glancing up at him, I drag his pants down, watching emotions morph over his face. I hide my surprise. Kerian never shows me his emotions so baldly. Maybe he’s in as deep as I am.

There’s no need to hide it—I’m in way over my head when it comes to hims. It’s more thanlike. I’m not sure what it is, since Kerian is such a dick to me. But fuck, there’s something about him that has my head all fucked up.

“Fuck, Braithe. You don’t know how good you look on your knees.” His fingers ghost over my skin as they trail down to rub the bra strap. “Love seeing this on you.”

A soft moan drifts up my throat. This is raw Kerian. A Kerian I wouldn’t have seen the last time I got down on my knees for him. Or when hemademe get on my knees for him. Back in Nirvana. I never thought I would enjoy making him feel good, looking up at him while I pleased him with my mouth.

Weeks ago, Kerian would have fucked my throat and given me shit while he did. Now, he’spraisingme. Telling me how much he likes what I’m doing for him.

Something in my chest squeezes as I look up at him. His eyes soften as he drags his hand up my face, thumbing under my eye. “Can’t wait to gag you on my dick until you’re crying.”

There he is.

Opening wide once more, I suck him into my mouth, groaning as the warm weight of his cock hits my tongue. Greedily, I swallow the precum that floods my mouth, sighing when I get his taste down my throat.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers, rocking forward gently. “Fucking suck me, Dimples.”

The hand on my bra strap glides into my hair, pulling my head back. A hiss leaves my throat as I look up at him. “Dont fuck around, Braithe. If you’re hungry, show me.”

Fuck, this is the Kerian I’m falling for. The rough, abrasive man who doesn’t allow me to get away with shit. No matter how much I tease him, no matter how much I fight against his demands, he knows I love that shit and gives me what I want, what Ineed, at every turn.

My hands on his thighs, I swallow him down, taking Kerian all the way in. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of sucking his cock.

He hisses, bending his knees so he can fuck my mouth with smooth, clean strokes. Over and over, he hits my tonsils, gagging me on his cock. Just like he wanted, tears leak from the corners of my eyes, clouding my vision. I blink them away quickly so I can watch him.

Kerian’s head is thrown back, veins popping in his neck. He looks fucking hot, lost in his pleasure. His groans, quiet as they are, drift down to me, making my dick throb. Fuck, I’ll have to buy these panties, because I can feel the wetness of my precum on my cockhead.

I bob my head up and down on his dick, wetting him with the spit flooding my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck him, moaning against his shaft as his blunt nails dig into my hair and pull at the strands. My cock twitches and I reach down, moving the material aside so I can jerk off. I glance up at Kerian to make sure it’s okay for me to touch myself. A cocky grin crosses his face. I know I’m fucking pitiful. I can’t stop my dick from leaking from just sucking him off.

But there’s something about giving him pleasure, seeing him lose control like this, that makes me come apart at the seams.

My hand wrapped around my shaft, I tug on my hard cock, my body vibrating from the pleasure. We’re in fucking public and I’m on my knees for Kerian, sucking his dick like someone can’t walk in on us at any moment. A shiver runs over my skin at the thought of being caught. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot I can barely contain my arousal.

Kerian growls, putting his hand under my chin and pumping into my throat harder and faster. “Hold still,” he murmurs, moving just a bit closer to me. “Let me fuck your mouth, Dimples.”

I nod as much as I can and sit back on my heels. Kerian moves closer still until I’m crowded by his big body. I rest one hand on his toned thigh as I jerk myself in earnest. My orgasm is within reach, but I won’t come until he does. Judging from how his thigh is twitching under my palm and how he swells in my mouth, he’s close.

“Zander. Fuck. Look at me.” My eyes flick up to his, and my heart freezes. Unfiltered Kerian is back, and he’s a fucking sight. His eyes reflect some kind of emotion I can’t identify. His breathing is rapid and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. A blush blooms over his cheeks as he fucks into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. “Swallow for me, Braithe.”

Before I can nod or acknowledge his comment at all, his salty, musky spunk fills my mouth. A loud grunt leaves his lips as he stills, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I swallow him down, sucking on him so I can pull all of his cum from his balls.

Two more tugs on my cock and I’m coming, my body shuddering. Kerian growls and pulls out of my mouth, bending down to kiss me hard. His tongue sweeps into me, collecting some of his release, then trading it with me. I growl, attacking his lips so he won’t take what’s mine. I pulled that nut out of him, so the prize belongs to me.

Kerian chuckles against my lips. “Greedy.”

“Told you I was still hungry,” I say breathlessly. I pull away, shrugging as my cheeks heat. I chuckle guiltily when I look at the floor. “I made a mess.”

“Yeah, you did.” Kerian looks around for something to clean up with. With a mischievous grin on his face, he picks up my discarded underwear and wipes up my cum. “You won’t need these, since you’ll be wearing those home.”

I nearly swallow my tongue. “What?”

“You heard me, Dimples. I don’t think I want you to change just yet.”

Scowling at him—though it doesn’t last long since he kisses it off my face—I grab my clothes and stand. I hurriedly get dressed, denying Kerian the opportunity to ogle me. Despite how I give him the evil eye, I kinda like how I feel right now. Wearing lace and silk isn’t something I would have done on my own, but knowing I have it under my clothes and knowingKerianknows I do, I feel sexy.

“Wait,” Kerian says before I can drag my pants up. He steps closer to me, our breaths mingling as he walks me back to the wall. I shudder when he reaches behind me, but frown when all he does is pull the tags from the bralette and underwear. “Gotta pay for this stuff, Dimples.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull my pants up and drag my shirt over my head. “Let’s go, Slade. I gotta get home and clean up.”

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