Page 38 of Tell Me Why
Letting the condom drop to the floor, I follow it down, my knees sinking into the expensive rug until my face is level with his zippered crotch.
With clipped movements, he unbuttons his pants and lowers his fly. Anticipation pounds in my chest, and my cheeks grow hot, flushed. My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip as he pulls his cock out. It’s two inches away from my face, and damn…damn. It’shuge, thick, veiny, with a drop of pre-cum already beading on the tip.
Swallowing, I realize I’m leaning forward, saliva already gathering in my mouth. He’s doing this as some kind of punishment, but I realize with a jolt that Iwantto taste him.
So, joke’s on him, I guess.
Widening his stance, he threads his fingers through my hair, fisting a chunk of it while using his other hand to pump his cock once, twice, before pushing the head against my closed lips. “Open your mouth and take it,” he growls.
I part my lips and his cock slides into my mouth. “Good girl,” he praises, gently rocking his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, down my throat. My jaw strains painfully to accommodate him, saliva already filling my mouth and dripping down my chin.
I’ve only sucked one dick in my life, and it was brief—maybe thirty seconds, tops—so I don’t actually know what I’m doing. But driven by pure instinct, I slide my tongue around his thick, veiny shaft and suck as I pull back.
His fingers tighten in my hair, the sting making my eyes water, sending a jolt straight to my center. My panties are already drenched and my clit is throbbing like a second heartbeat.
“That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.” His voice is strained, his hips thrusting forward as he pushes himself even deeper down my throat, making me gag. I try to pull back, but he holds my head in place, forcing me to take every last inch of him.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses. “I’m going to fill your pretty little mouth with my cum.”
Tears sting my eyes as he picks up his pace, his cock growing larger,harderinside my mouth somehow. With my hands on his thighs, I use them as leverage to ease off a little, enough to breathe, even as he continues to punish my mouth.
He moans, and I whimper, my jaw burning, my pussy drenched.
Inching back even more, I’m finally able to swirl my tongue around the head, then suck,hard. That earns me a guttural groan, and taking that win, I pick up the pace, using my hand to pump him while I suck.
Finally, the muscles in his thighs twitch, then he goes completely still, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Fuck,Eve,” he hisses as hot, salty cum slides down my throat. I swallow it down like I can’t get enough. Like it’s the last drop of water in a hot desert.
His breath heaving, he pulls out of my mouth, and I sit back on my heels, using my sleeve to wipe the drool off my chin. I can still taste him on my tongue, and it fuels my own need. I’m so keyed up right now, it’s insane.
Pinching the head of his cock to express those last few drops of cum, he reaches down and smooths the creamy liquid over my lips before zipping back up.
My tongue slides across my bottom lip, and I practically moan at the lingering taste of him. Instead of helping me up, he takes a step back, and I’m forced to awkwardly rise to my feet. Once I do, I face him, unblinking. “Is your ego satisfied now?”
He opens his mouth and I brace myself for a lashing response—but before any sound leaves his mouth, a loudcrashjolts us both. Christian yanks me out of the way as something solid careens through the room, smashing everything in its path before landing with a heavythudon the rug.
What the…?
The stained glass window that overlooks the front lawn is shattered.
Christian picks up the object, and I’m right behind him, but as I approach, he lifts his hand, stopping me from coming further. “Stay out of the path of the window,” he says. “And be careful, there’s glass everywhere.”
Sure enough, Christian has to dodge anothersomethingas it crashes through the large hole in the window and lands on the leather sofa. I’m close enough to see that it’s a rock about the size of a cantaloupe.
What the fuck is happening?
My first thought is that it must be someone from the party, drunk and horsing around out front. Then I hear a raised voice coming from outside—someone is yelling.
Fear claws up my throat. “Who is that?”
Christian picks the rock up off the floor and across the face of it, there’s a word written in red paint—ATONE. Jackson rushes into the room, glances at the rock in Christian’s hand, and shakes his head. “We need to get outside. There’s something popping off on the front lawn.”
Christian glances at me as he follows Jackson out the door. “Wait here. Lock the door behind us. Stay away from the window.”
Then he’s gone. The door clicks shut, and I’m alone in the study.
Outside, the angry voices grow louder, more heated, and the acrid smell of smoke coils through the broken window. Are they setting the house on fire?
Rushing to the window, I peer out, which is probably stupid, because another rock could come hurling at my face, but I haveto get a quick look.
