Page 77 of Secrets and Lies
I’m wearing sweatpants, so there’s no hiding the fact that my dick is tenting them. He can see how into this I am.
“Well?” He takes another step closer.
He’s only a few feet away now, but between the dark shadows his hood casts over his face and the dim lighting in my room, I can’t see what color his eyes are, or anything distinct about them beyond their basic shape.
I open my mouth like I’m going to answer him, but can’t find the words, so I just end up making what are probably some really stupid fish faces as I try to get my brain to work again.
A low chuckle rumbles out from under his hood, and he takes another unhurried step toward me.
He’s only a few feet away now, and I have to tip my head back to look up at him.
Something deep in my stomach clenches, and the shiver that runs up my spine has nothing to do with fear as he looms over me.
I’m not a small guy, but I’m not a giant either. I’ve always been a little above average in height, and I work out a lot, so eventhough I don’t play sports anymore, I’ve maintained my athlete’s body.
But right now, sitting in my chair and looking up at him, I feel small and vulnerable, and what’s even crazier is that I don’t just like it, I fucking love it.
“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.
My breath catches when he reaches out with one hand, and I stop breathing altogether when he grips my chin with two fingers and holds me in place.
His skin is warm and a bit rough against mine, and the firmness of his touch sends waves of calm and desire through me that make it hard to think straight.
He holds me in place for a moment, then he gently presses his thumb against the center of my bottom lip. Wordlessly, he slowly slides his thumb back and forth a few times, then pushes it between my lips.
I instantly open for him, and without any prompting, I gently suck his thumb into my mouth.
A low groan filters out from under his hood, and I curl my tongue around his digit as a soft moan bubbles up in my chest. He lets out another of those rumbles, and I gently suck on his digit like the desperate, needy cockslut I apparently am.
Then he rubs the pad of his thumb against my tongue, and the inside of my mouth tingles lightly as my eyes almost roll back from how good it feels.
He teases me for a few moments, then gently pulls his finger out of my mouth.
“On your feet.” His voice is calm and even, but there’s a quiet command in it that I can’t ignore, and I obey without thinking.
He lets out another pleased-sounding rumble. “You like being good for me?”
My cheeks heat with what is most definitely a blush, but I nod. He can tell I’m into this. There’s no point denying it.
“Yeah, you do,” he says, his voice a low purr. “And now it’s time for your reward.”
“Reward?” I croak, my voice broken and wispy, like I haven’t tried to speak in months.
He nods, and between his shadowy eyes and the mask covering his features, the effect is terrifying.
“What is it?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything more.
“Your reward for being good is that you get to suck my cock.”
My mouth waters, and I’m hit with a sense of longing that’s so intense I have to remind myself to keep breathing.
“And because I’m feeling generous, you get to decide where.”
“Where?” I ask like a moron.
“Here, or on your bed.”
I immediately glance at my bed, then look behind me at my desk. We don’t have a lot of room here, and if I’m going to suck a dick for the first time, then I want to have enough space to do it right and enjoy it.
