It does feels good, don’t get me wrong. Not great, but… good. From the way the guys always talk about head in the locker room, you’d think I’d be levitating off the bed in sheer ecstasy by now. Hell, maybe I should be. Sienna is hot, and she definitely knows what she’s doing. But whatever pleasure she’s managing to stir up is at war with the guilt and pain and regret that’s sitting like an anvil on my chest.
Focus, fuckhead,I scold myself.Otherwise this is going to take forever.
I grunt as her mouth moves faster. Its hard to describe the sensation. Warm, wet. A bit sloppier than I thought it would be. Like fucking a peach that won’t stop moaning theatrically every time you dip in.
“Are you close?” she gasps, pulling back with a slurping sound. She’s panting a little.
Am I close?
Not nearly.
“Yeah,” I lie, barely recognizing my own voice. “I’m close.”
I force myself to look down at her as she resumes. Her eyes are brown. They’d be pretty if they weren’t rimmed with so much makeup. Every time she blinks those long false eyelashes, I think of caterpillars crawling across her face — which isn’t helping my performance any.
Could I be any more of an asshole?
This girl is sucking me off with the enthusiasm of a Dyson, and all I can think about is how much longer it’s going to take until I can get out of this room, away from her. Away from myself. Away from this whole fucking night.
By then, the damage will be done. I’ll have accomplished my mission of pushing away the only person I’ve ever even come close to—
No.
I fortify the metal barricade around my brain with fresh bolts and iron shackles, so the thoughts can’t creep in. Soshecan’t creep in. I force my mind to blank, focusing only on sensation.
Sienna’s mouth.
My cock.
But it’s not working. Five more minutes tick by, and I still can’t seem to finish. For all her faux enthusiasm, Sienna knows it too. Her lips smack together with a wetpop!as the suction releases. She sits up between my thighs. My still-hard dick points up at her, a soldier at attention, awaiting his orders.
“This isn’t working,” Sienna pouts, frustration plain in her voice. I can see why. She’s probably never had to put in this much effort for something as simple as a BJ. She’s so hot, most guys are ready to blow their load the first second her lips close over their tip.
Teenage virgins aren’t exactly known for their stamina.
Brows furrowed, she contemplates me like I’ve got some kind of anatomical issue. I can almost hear the thoughts turning over in her mind.
Whiskey dick?
Mommy issues?
Secretly gay?
Sienna prides herself on being the hottest piece of ass at Exeter Academy. I know that sounds derogatory, but it’s a title she gave herself. She takes abundant pride in her so-called “body count” of boys whose v-cards she’s collected, often bragging that she’s got nearly a full deck.
Her fingernail talons dig into my skin as she crawls up my body, straddling me. With our faces inches apart, I notice her lips are swollen and red from her efforts. She leans in to brush them against my ear, a breathy whisper.
“Why don’t you just fuck me instead?”
Her hair rubs against my cheek — straw-like, reeking of artificial strawberries — and I try not to grimace. At this point, I want to screw her about as much as I want to slam my own dick in the nearest doorway, but I don’t protest as she wriggles into a better position.
She stares into my eyes as she slowly hikes her stretchy orange skirt up around her midsection. She isn’t wearing underwear, which normally would be an exciting revelation, but I can’t seem to feel anything anymore. Not turned on, not revved up, not anything at all except…
Wrong.
This is all wrong.
Wrong time, wrong place, wrong girl.