Page 55 of Lies You Told
“I’ll always give you what you want, Chlo.”
She leans back on the bed, holding herself up on her elbows. Her eyes don’t move from the movement of my hand. The movement transfixes her.
“Open those legs for me.”
This is what I love about Chloe; she’s not shy about her sexuality. She just needs to feel safe to let go.
“I want to go to the club tomorrow night,” she says, licking her lips, her eyes still on my cock.
She has not wanted to go to Hidden Secrets since finding out dickhead was in town. It was making me nervous, knowing he was in town. Danny has a guy following his every move, and on the two occasions he’s been near Chloe’s office building, Danny’s guy has spoken to him. Chloe doesn’t know. Her decision. She didn’t want to be looking over her shoulder all the time, and she said she trusted Danny and me to let her know when something was serious enough to tell her.
“I’ll book us a room.”
She fidgets on the bed, a playful look on her face.
“Unless…” I say, trying to read her body language.
“See if there’s any public play available,” she bites on her lip.
“I’ll speak to Jacob. Now scoot to the end of the bed and show me that gorgeous cunt of yours.”
As I stroke my cock harder and faster, the slapping noise is the only noise in the room. I move my other hand onto her knee to steady myself and open her legs a little wider.
“So fucking hot,” she whispers. It’s barely audible. I’m not sure she’s aware she was talking out loud.
I groan. “You’re good for a guy’s ego.”
“Cum on my pussy, Jax.” She’s seductive, and it’s one of the hottest things she said to me.
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to make this last longer for her. Let her enjoy the show.
“Make my cunt wet,” she says.
My eyes fly open as I feel my balls tighten. I start to cum, my hand moving faster with each stroke. Ropes of cum leaked from my cock and spurted from the tip, not wanting to disappoint her. I direct it at her cunt, stray drops falling on her stomach and breasts. I’ve not cum this hard from my own hand since I was a horny teenager with morning wood.
She falls back onto the bed, her right hand moving down her body to her cunt. She takes my cum and rubs it, using it as a lubricant on her clit as she plays with herself. I’m going to get hard again real quick if she keeps this up.
I tighten my grip on both of her knees as I watch. She plays with her body like a musical instrument. Her eyes are closed, but I want them on me. I need her looking at me as she makes herself climax.
“Eyes on me,” I stroke her knees, and it takes everything in me not to take over.
She opens them almost sleepily, a moan escaping from her mouth.
“Jax.”
“I’m right here, beautiful.”
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CHLOE
Jaxson is going to get bored with me real quick. It can’t be fun for a guy like him to deal with all the baggage and trauma I'm bringing to this ‘relationship.’But the look in his eyes as he pleasured himself was something else. He didn’t seem freaked out by what I’d just told him, but I’m sure I’ve given him more questions than answers. But I’m not ready. I’m not ready to tell him that all my sexual activities have taken place in the club–consensual ones, anyway.
Our professor tormented me for the whole first year. It wasn’t until Greyson pulled me to the side and demanded to know what the matter was. He and his wife had noticed me being withdrawn, and that I was no longer the vibrant person I was when I started at Harvard.
I’d gotten to know the Huntingtons a lot since I first walked into his office. My mom was Greyson’s dad’s secretary back when I was young, but my mom died when I was thirteen, and I was left to live with my Aunt, but she worked two jobs to keep us with heating and clean clothes on our backs. She never had children of her own, and her drunk ex-husband died a year before my mom. Looking back now, I see my aunt was depressed, but she loved me like a daughter. Just like my mom would have wanted. But I knew I needed to go to college if I wanted to get out of Jersey and make a better life for myself.
“If you're not going to aim high, sweetheart, what’s the point?”My Mom used to say that all the time. My Mom loved working for the Huntington’s right up to the day she died. I’ve never met the older Huntington, but from what I’ve gathered from Greyson and online, he died around the same time as my mom.
