Page 4 of Cupid's Arrow

“Ben is my best friend. What do you think he would say if he found out I touched you?”

“He is my brother, not my prison guard.” As soon as the words have left my mouth, I regret them. “Shit, I’m sorry. Poor choice of words.”

“Let’s just go to the shop and forget this ever happened.”

“No. I don’t want to forget, and I don’t want to go to the shop.”

Arrow ignores me completely, shoving the clutch into first gear, and he is about to start pulling back onto the road.

“I’m not wearing any underwear!” I blurt out. It might not be the smartest move, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I blink, staring straight ahead onto the side of the road because I’m too chicken to look at him.

He doesn’t say anything for a while. My heart is beating so fast, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna pass out if I don’t calm the fuck down.

“Why are you not wearing any underwear, little girl?” His voice is thick like honey, and the tone so deep it vibrates through me. Every nerve inside of me is firing off tiny signals to my brain, sending my whole body into overdrive.

“Because I figured you would be super horny, and this would be my best chance to seduce you.” The words come out of my mouth in one long string without a pause. The whole sentence sounds more like one ridiculously long word.

I turn toward him to watch his reaction.

He runs his hand over his shaved head and down his face.

“Seduce me?” he finally says. “More like trying to kill me.” I can feel his resolve crumbling and know I almost have him.

Using my newfound confidence, I reach an arm toward him, letting my hand rest softly on the bulge in his pants. I gulp at the realization of how large he is but swallow down my apprehension and concentrate on the warmth beneath my hand.

Arrow doesn’t move; he remains stoic in his seat, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. The only part of his body that’s moving at all is his eyes, and right now, they are looking straight at me. His expression is unreadable, his pupils dilated, and a thick vein is bulging out his forehead. He looks like he is either really mad or really turned on.

I hope it’s the latter.

Shifting in my seat, I turn my whole body toward him, so I can use both of my hands to undo his pants.

He doesn’t move when I pull down the zipper carefully.

He doesn’t stir when I slide my hand through the opening and into his boxers.

He doesn’t breathe when I wrap my fingers around his warm shaft and free it from the fabric confining him.

His dick is heavy in my hand as I slowly move up and down the silky skin. He groans with pleasure, the sound urging me to do more.

Leaning down, I bring his throbbing member to my mouth. Parting my lips, I let the tip slide between them and onto my waiting tongue.

Arrow groans again, but this time, it sounds more like an animal than a man. His hand finds the back of my head, his large palm cradling my skull as he gently guides me further down.

I greedily suck him into my mouth, licking it as I go. Arrow’s grip on my head tightens, and his hip bucks slightly. The tip of his cock bumps against my throat, making me gag, and I fucking love it. I love the urgency, the barely held-back force. I love it all.

Some of my hair falls into my face, but Arrow quickly sweeps it away with his free hand. He gathers all of my hair and holds it into a ponytail, which he fastens with his hand. He uses his hold on me to guide me up and down his shaft. Slow and gentle, at first.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long. I’m going to come in your mouth.” Arrow doesn’t even sound like himself. His voice is so gravely and low.

I manage to nod slightly, letting him know I’m okay with that. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to taste him.

Closing my eyes, I let him fuck my face until I can taste the salty substance on my tongue. I moan at the bitterness, and that sound seems to egg him on further.

Two more thrusts, and he stills, buried deep inside my throat. I can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, feel the ropes of cum spray against the back of my throat. My own core tightens with pleasure. He hasn’t touched my pussy, but it’s so hot and wet just from what I’m doing.

He pulls me off his dick, and I suck in a deep breath. Only then do I realize that tears have been escaping the corners of my eyes, leaving my cheeks wet and cold. Spit drips down my lips and chin, and my scalp is tingling from when Arrow pulled my hair.

I blink away the remaining tears until Arrow’s face comes into view. I expect him to look happy, content. Instead, I’m surprised to see shock and horror in his gaze.

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