His palm is below my chin again a moment later and he pushes my jaw down and open, finally sliding onto my tongue.
I’m then filled with him.
Inch by inch of Sev’s cock slides inside me, and the sensation is so new, sodifferent, that I don’t even try to retaliate.
He pushes slowly into my mouth like it’s his territory to claim. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment and when I open them again, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes again through the holes in the mask.
“Very good,” he utters in a low tone, sliding deeper.
Shoving in harder, now, as he reaches the back of my throat.
The hardwood floor bites against my knees. A breeze blows in from the balcony and the sheer white material of the curtains brushes up against the side of my face, a soft, sweet kiss of touch in contrast to the way Sev’s shoving into my mouth.
“You’re never coming here again, understand?” he murmurs.
As if I can fucking answer like this.
I start to hum around him but he pushes in hard, fully pushing into my throat. And all at once, I realize I can’t breathe.
My airway is cut off.
I tilt back again to look up at him through the eye holes of my mask and I see him looking down at me, calmly. Not smiling, but somehow still amused.
Of course he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Everything burns like fire.
My throat, my chest, my knees on the floor. My skin starts to feel hot all over, like I’m being tested, and I’m about to fail.
And somehow my cock is even harder from this, screaming to be touched.
I could come from this.
The thought splinters through my brain like a shattering crack and I hate it as much as I could hate anything.
Fuck.
He pulls out all at once and I choke on my own spit suddenly, leaning over and coughing. Pins and needles wash over my legs and each breath of air I take in feels necessary.
“Am I your first dick?” he asks.
“Fuck you,” I manage to choke out before coughing again.
Yes.
His tip is up against my mouth a moment later and this time there’s nothing slow about it. He pushes in like he expects me to take him deep now.
Itisintrusive.
It’s wrong.
I’m revolted by my own reaction, like my body is betraying me, responding to this like I want it when I wish I didn’t.Not with him.
I’ve never had someone else inside me. In any way, for any reason. It’s the type of thing I used to think I’d punch a guy in the nuts for, but here I am on the floor for him, letting this happen, molten on the inside due to some sick combination of guilt and sick curiosity.
“Not going to let you ruin the rest of this school year for me, Knox,” he says, his hand landing on the side of my head, warm and heavy. “Not like last year. You can swallow my cum like the good boy you trysohard to be, and you’re going to remember how I taste every time you see me.”
He takes my throat again for a few beats and that fire appears in my chest again.