Page 43 of Was I Ever Free

“What? Why?” she whines, her arms flying up in irritation.

I attempt to concentrate, my face expressionless, while I try not to get distracted by the thought of her lips around my cock.

“That wasn’t the deal. It’s not about me, remember?”

“What makes you think this is about you?” she says with the same defiance I glimpsed earlier. “I want… I want you to teach me. I want you to show me what it’s like to be used… and like it.”

I groan, my head falling toward the ceiling. My balls tighten almost painfully, my pulse thumping with the cadence of her words. “Don’t say shit like that. You don’t even know what you’re implying.”

“So teach me,” she whispers.

I stay unmoving for a few seconds, and then—

Fuck it.

I stalk back towards her and she perks up, still on her knees, looking almost giddy as she licks her lips in anticipation.

“You want me to take advantage of you. Is that it?” I say darkly as I finally, fuckingfinally, unzip my jeans, and pull my cock out. “Sweet little Luce wants to be ruined?”

She stares at my dick for a beat, until her gaze slowly lifts up to find mine. I’ve never seen it this steady—no question, no hesitation—as she opens her mouth wide, flattening her tongue. I bite back a groan and just fucking give in.

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” My order almost violent.

I idly stroke my cock as she does what I say, my stomach muscles contracting with anticipation. Then, as I wind my hand around her long hair, I slide my cock inside her hot, wet mouth. “Relax your jaw. Let me in,” I groan.

I feel it when she does and I slide even deeper inside. She gags around my dick, and it only makes me want to push deeper down into her throat. “That’s it,” I mutter, slightly breathless. “That’s so fucking good.”

She moans around me, sounding so pleased that it sends shockwaves up my spine. Tightening my grip on her hair, I watch her lips stretch around my shaft.

My restraint finally snaps.

I grab her head with my other hand and start dragging my cock in and out of her mouth, my hips pitching back and forth with the movement. I hear her small little choked gags while she tries to swallow around me and my mind isburning.

“Does that turn you on, Luce? Does me fucking your tight little throat turn you on?”

She tries to nod, humming in response.

“Show me. Unbutton your shorts andshow me,” I growl, my eyes falling closed for half-second as I get lost in the sensation of Lucy sucking me off. At first, I think she might not know what I mean. But after a few seconds, she raises her hand up, her fingers glistening with proof.

Fuck.

“Such a good little student,” I groan.

Leaning over, I take her fingers into my mouth. Her taste bursts on my tongue, successfully rewiring my starving brain to crave that, andonlythat. Straightening back up, I thread my fingers in her curls and her eyes flit up to meet mine between her eyelashes, one lone tear trailing down her cheek.

“Now, swallow,” I command.

I hold her with both hands as I bottom out, unloading down her throat in hot, mind-numbing spurts.

I’m trying to catch my breath when I finally come down. Suddenly, I’m worried I’ve gone too far. Worried, I showed her too much, too fast.

But then she slides me out of her mouth, and she’s fucking… beaming—eyes glazed and pupils blown wide. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she looked high. Still smiling, she lets out a satisfied sigh and stands up.

I stand frozen to the spot as she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispers, “Thank you.” Then she turns her back to me and vanishes into her room.

23

Iwake up late. There is a soreness in my jaw that makes my stomach flutter. It’s hard to explain the feeling without wading through the muck of my past. I’d rather not kill my good mood. It has been raining all morning, the wind fresh and less dusty than usual. I decide to open the door to the room while I lay in bed to read. The earthy smell wafts from outside comforting me as I am equally lulled by the sound of raindrops falling and falling.

---