Page 6 of SummerTime Madness
My small hand wraps around his erect, uncircumcised cock, and I must say, I prefer it this way. It helps with friction, and is just, overall, a much better experience if you ask me. The tip of his cock is already leaking with ease. His foreskin slips back with each stroke. Our tongues dance with one another, and he groans into my mouth.
“I–” he begins, “have class in twenty minutes.” He groans as my thumb brushes over the head of his weeping length.
“Can’t.”
“But I can,” I whisper back, falling to my knees and placing his cock into my waiting mouth. It’s like a routine–his hand fists my hair, yanking it up into a ponytail as I take him further into my mouth. But in my mind it’s no longer Daniel’s hands but theirs that I feel.
“Look at me, Cordelia.”
And I do, as much as I don’t want to.
Because despite what people say, sex does fucking sell.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he moans, gripping my hair tighter when I start playing softly with his balls. “No promises.”
His hips begin to buck with urgency, and my throat relaxes as he fucks it harder, chasing his release. Good thing I have no gag reflex. It makes this a better experience for me too.
I hate choking on things.
“Touch yourself, Cordelia. Please.”
With my eyes still on him, I release his balls, and instead, push my lace panties to the side and use my finger to part my wet lips and moan.
“Fuck,” he moans. I close my eyes, and when I open them again, it’s not Daniel that I see.
But them.
My fingers move quicker inside me as my thumb circles my clit, as he fucks my mouth, my saliva dripping down my chin. His cock jerks in my mouth and I know he’s close, but if I open my eyes now, the moment will be gone, and I’m so ready for an orgasm. But before I can find release, ropes of cum hit my tongue, and I suck, twirling my tongue around his shaft until the sound of something crashing catches our attention. Danielimmediately flinches, pulling out. His cum-slick cock slaps the side of my cheek.
Spit and mess drip into my lap.
But I don’t move.
Smiling, as the mice scurry to get away.
In the dark shelf below, the hidden colony begins to stir. Slower. Less aggressive. But moving… together.
Toward the tank.
Toward me.
It shouldn’t be possible.
But it moves.
Chapter One
The Blackmail
Tate
I cut through the woods toward the greenhouse, Chase trailing close behind. He’s been my friend since grade school—the only man I’ve ever shared my heart with. He doesn’t know why I’ve brought him here, but he follows anyway.
“How’s the thesis coming along?” he asks, trying to make small talk, fishing for answers now that he’s pieced together where we’re going.
My sly boy.
“It’s going well. Just need to handle something.”
