Page 95 of Beat around the Bush
Lennon and I walked quietly up to his front door. I walked under his arm as he held the door open for me, and before I could make it another step past the threshold, he grabbed my arm, spinning me around and pinning me up against the now-closed front door.
He had his hands pressed against the door on either side of my head, caging me in. “Do you think I forgot your little move at the bar?”
I shook my head.
“Use your words like a good girl, Oak, and maybe I’ll forget what you did.”
But I didn’t want him to forget. Iwantedhim to punish me.
He traced my chin with a finger, then circled my lips. “Open,” he commanded.
My lips parted, my tongue laid out for him. He inserted his finger, and before he could command further, I closed my lips around it, sucking it while I twirled my tongue around the end.
He slid his finger deeper, and my tongue flexed as he hit my gag reflex.
A devilish glint shone in his eyes at my small gag and he pulled his finger out with a pop.
“On your knees,” he instructed.
I lowered myself to my knees, keeping my eyes on his, despite his cock bulging against his jeans right in front of me. His tongue did a slow pass over his bottom lip as he admired me before him.
His face was all hunger and need, like he wanted more from me.
Whatever it was, I’d give it to him. I’d do anything for him.
“Take your shirt off,” he commanded.
I sat up on my knees, pulling my coat off, then my shirt, tossing them to the ground.
Without moving his gaze from mine, he said, “Pull your bra down.”
I reached for the straps, but before my fingers could loop around them, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. “Not the straps, Oakley. The cups. Pull them down. I want to see those tits on display when you choke on my cock.”
I swallowed, my throat burning for the sensation of him in my mouth. He kept his hand on my chin as I pulled the cups of my bra down, my breasts spilling out, looking full and round.
“That’s my good girl. Maybe I’ll go easier on you since you’re listening so well,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I bit my lower lip and he straightened, looking down at me.
“Take my cock out, baby.”
I reached for his zipper, sliding it down slowly, then tugged his pants down with his boxers, his cock springing free.
As my eyes bored up at him, I wrapped my hand around it, pumping it twice, then parted my lips. His hand fisted in my hair and held my head in place.
“Tongue out,” he said.
My tongue laid out past my lips, but he shook his head. “Farther.”
I did so, sticking it out as far as it would go.
“I’ll do the work, baby. You just keep that pretty mouth how it is.”
I blinked up at him in response, and he gripped my hair harder, the slight burn turning to pleasure as my core heated. My mouth was salivating for him, eager to have him fill me. Dropping my hand from his cock, he wrapped his own around it, gliding the tip along my outstretched tongue.
Once it was glistening with my saliva, Lennon thrust into my mouth slowly, going further until I gagged slightly, my eyes watering.
“Deep breaths, Oak. You’re taking all of it tonight, whether you choke or not.”
