Page 20 of Out of the Blue

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I bring us both to standing. “Come with me.”

I lead us to the two doors behind him and twist a handle. It opens to a supply closet. Entering, I pull him behind me and shut the door.

Which leaves us in complete darkness.

Perfect.

“Cordelia, what—” His words cut off when my hands slide down his hard chest, ending at the hem of his idol’s shirt. Without a word, I lift it up his body and onto his arms. He takes over from there, tossing it onto the floor as my lips find his hard nipple. I flick it with my tongue, which causes his breath to hitch. I smile at the sound.

Moving my mouth over to lick his other nipple, I slide my fingers downward until they land on his belt buckle. I open it, thrilling when it clanks against his jeans. Not waiting for him to say anything, I unzip his fly and shove both his jeans and underwear downward. Bared to my hands—since our vision is useless in here—I explore his cut abdomen. Trace the hard muscles and deep ridges.

I trail my fingers with my tongue, and his stomach jumps. When I lick his V, he moans.

“Just wait.”

His palm stills my descent. “You don’t have to do this.”

I have an overwhelming need to refute him. He made me see Big Rolls as a jerk, rather than the man who stomped all over my heart. And credit. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me.” I punctuate my sentiment by licking his swollen, hard cock.

“Ahh.”

With his encouragement, I lick his crown, then up and down his shaft. God, he’s bigger than I remember. My right hand closes around him, and I twist while swirling my tongue around his tip. Squeeze him as my left-hand sneaks underneath and cups his balls.

“Fuck.”

I smile around his erection. I give his balls some attention and, at the same time, open my mouth and bring him deeper inside. He’s so hard. I drop both of my hands and swallow around him until he’s at the back of my throat.

“That’s it. Right there.” His hand returns to the back of my head, and he directs the rhythm while he fucks my face.

I take all of him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as hard as I can. His hips join the action, slamming into my mouth. He’s using me to get off, like I want him to do. I run my tongue down his hard shaft, tracing the bulging vein. My jaw aches as he slides in and out. It’s a good hurt.

He thrusts a couple more times. His body tightens up. “I can’t hold back.”

Good. I suck him hard one last time, and he blows down my throat with a roar. Not exactly quiet, but we’re far enough away from the people in the next room. I swallow every last drop of his essence and release him from my grip with deliberate movements. He slips from my mouth with a sexy pop.

“Fuck. Let me catch my breath and I’ll make you feel this good.”

As I stand, I drag my fingernails up his naked chest. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss somewhere near his belly button. Hard to tell in the darkness. But I don’t want him to make me feel good—I’m already feeling all sorts of weirdness over this encounter. I don’t do seconds with guys. No man, no matter how nice, is worth this sort of pain ever again. Asshole or not, Big Rolls taught me this hard lesson.

One I just disregarded.

But I can still stop this train. “No. I’m fine.” My tone is bitchier than I intended and definitely aimed more at myself than him, but whatever. He got his rocks off. Good enough.

I take a step backward, and Trent tries to follow. However, since his jeans and underwear are still somewhere around his ankles, he doesn’t get too far. I retreat toward the door, guided by the sliver of light shining through underneath it.

“Wait. This isn’t right.”

I wave my arm, even though he can’t see it. Part of me wants to stay in this supply closet and let him make me come all over his lips or cock or whatever. But a bigger part of me needs to run away as fast as possible. “It’s the right amount of right,” I force out, not caring that I didn’t make much sense.

I grasp the door handle, wanting to say, “thank you,” or something equally ridiculous, but don’t. Without another word, I twist the knob and slip out of the supply closet, leaving him to get dressed alone.

Stepping into the alcove with the ugly couch, I catch my breath. Not from the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever given, but from the disquiet shooting through my body. I straighten my shoulders and plow into the main area of the room. Shoving what happened with Trent, and my ex-boyfriend’s engagement, behind me.

Or at least try to.

Chapter 7 - Trent

The fuck?

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