SCARLET
I probably should have felt a little bit of shame for so willingly going down on Elliot when Seb and Finn were both struggling in their hospital beds. But as soon as he had grabbed my arm and his fingertips dug into my skin, my body responded like it always did with him.
So when he pushed me into a janitor’s closet and shoved me against the door, I was a goner. I dropped to my knees and ripped his jeans and boxers off as quickly as I could. His cock sprung free, and god was it beautiful.
I licked him from base to tip and then wrapped my lips around him, swallowing him into my throat just like I knew he loved. I heard his forehead hit the door above me, and I smiled as I took him in my hand instead and looked up at him.
“Everything okay up there, big guy?”
I squeezed as I moved my hand up to the head of his cock, milking precum from the tip as he groaned and looked down at me. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his mouth hung open. Pieces of his hair hung in his eyes, and his cheeks became flushed as he stared at me.
“I told you to watch my mouth,” I said before taking the tip back between my lips.
“Fuck, Scarlet,” he groaned as I swallowed him again. “You’re so good at that. My little slut really knows how to please me, doesn’t she?”
I nodded as best I could, and then his hand was in my hair again, his fingers tangling themselves in the strands and pulling on my scalp. He used my mouth like his own personal fuck toy, pushing and pulling me how he wanted it. Drool escaped my lips, and my pussy clenched each time I felt the head of his cock push itself into my throat.
His noises were animalistic and wild, like a man unhinged as he continued to take what pleasure he wanted from me.
“Good little slut,” he growled. “My little whore. Take it all. Take every inch of me into that tight little throat of yours,” he said as I relaxed my throat and let him push himself all the way in. My nose smashed into the soft hair of his groin, and my eyes watered.
“Everyone is going to know what happened in here,” he said as he let me come up for air. “Look at you. Tears and spit covering your face. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
Wetness pooled in my panties with his praise. Nothing got me going more than my hard-to-please, grumpy asshole of a boyfriend telling me what a good job I was doing. My clit was throbbing as I moved my hips so that the seam of my jeans could press on it at just the right spot.
“They’ll taste me on your tongue,” he continued, letting me take him back in my mouth. One of my hands traveled up his leg to palm his balls, rolling and massaging them as I savored the musky taste of him. “I am going to come in this sweet little mouth of yours, and when you kiss Tristan and Sebastian, they’re going to taste my cum on your lips.”
He sped up his pace, and I doubled down in my efforts to get him to finish. I loved how jealous he was—how possessive he was. I liked it when we got these secret moments together and he could dominate me and show me all the ways in which I was his.
His moans got louder, and his breathing got quicker. I used my free hand to scratch long and hard down his thigh, trying my best to draw blood. And with a shout, he came, flooding my mouth with his salty release.
He pulled out, and I opened my mouth, making a show of how I savored the taste of him before swallowing every drop. I wiped the corners of my lips and sucked my thumb clean as he watched me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling me up off my knees and kissing me hard against the door. “You are so fucking perfect, Scar.” He bent his knee and pushed his thigh between my legs, making me gasp as my jeans rubbed up against my clit.
“Get yourself off,” he commanded. “Hump my leg like the needy little thing you are.”
If he thought he was going to embarrass me, he had another thing coming. I was so horny, I didn’t care if he made me hump the broom in the corner. I was going to get my orgasm in that fucking closet if it was the last thing I did.
I smiled up at him and began to roll my hips, my eyes never leaving his face as he watched me move and grind against his thigh. His eyes trailed all over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It spurred me on, making me hotter as if it were his hands that were touching me instead of his gaze.
His hands found my breasts, and his fingers played with my nipples through my shirt. A low moan escaped my lips as my head fell back against the door.
“Yes,” I whispered, heat blooming deep in my belly as the orgasm began to build.
“Ask permission, Scarlet.” His voice took on a warning tone, and somehow through the haze of pleasure, I heard the threat lingering in his voice.
“Please, sir,” I begged as I let my head roll up so that I could meet his eyes. “Please, may I come?”
He smiled, showing me all of those perfect white teeth before one of his hands moved to slide around my throat, applying just enough pressure to let me feel him. He leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue sliding softly against my own.
“Go ahead, baby,” he said before taking my lower lip and biting it softly. “Come for me.”