Don't Look

I try to tell Hailey with my eyes everything I’m thinking. That I don’t want our first time to be forced like this. That I miss her and want to get her to safety. That I have to play the part of a misogynist asshole, when I want nothing more than to make her first time special. Pain free. If only the circumstances weren’t against us. There’s an almost imperceptible nod that makes me ache for her even more…and it gives me the momentum I need to lower my zipper.

“You’ve been nice and quiet. I like that in a girl.” I fist my cock and drag it out, wincing inwardly when precome drips off the engorged tip. That dance she did for me almost had me busting in my pants. Hell, I could come just knowing she’s about to suck me off, audience or not. This girl has a line right to every desire in my body and they’re all flaring in anticipation of finally touching her again. “Time to open up, though, isn’t it? Going to show you tonight why you were put on this earth.”

Christ, she’s staring at it like it’s going to bite. “Open up…my mouth?”

There’s a laugh from the darkness that tries to distract me. To send me into a rage. But I keep my focus on Hailey and try to guide her through. In an over-the-top way so she’ll see right through me and remember I’m Mick underneath. “Yes, your fucking mouth, brat. Suck it like it’s a lollipop and you’ve only got a minute to reach that Tootsie Roll center.” I catch her chin in my hand. “Next time you address me, you’ll call me Mister Paldino or I’ll whip your little backside.”

Hailey nods. “Yes, Mister Paldino.”

Am I imagining things or did her eyes become unfocused and glassy when I spoke to her roughly? She looked the exact same way in the backseat of my car when she got turned on. “I’m waiting, brat.”

Her eyelids flutter once again and she sways forward, closing her sweet, supple lips around my cock. Now it’s my turn to sway. The reality blows the fantasy out of the water. One taste and she’s instantly curious, taking my root in her hand and exploring all the way to the tip where her mouth suckles. My instinct is to stay still as possible, let her enjoy her first blow job, because fuck knows I am. The last thing I want to do is push, even though I’m throbbing and my balls are already growing hard and heavy. But I can feel eyes watching us from the darkness and I know how it looks. Like a man with a huge cock—and a girl only sucking about an inch of it. David Paldino would be throat fucking this girl by now.

“You done playing now?” I fist the back of her hair, stepping so close to her face, she almost loses balance, but my hand in her hair keeps her steady. “I want to hear you choke on it. And every time I pull it out of your mouth, I want to hear a thank you, Mister Paldino. Say it like you mean it.”

When I shove my cock into her mouth, pumping half of it in, I hit resistance and watch Hailey’s eyes tear, her throat seizing around my flesh. Baby, I’m sorry. Poor baby. But once again, I notice things like her nipples tightening, her thighs cinching together on the floor, goosebumps along her neck. And I realize she likes what we’re doing. She’s horny, she’s focused in on me and not our audience, and she trusts me. I can actually continue without fear or guilt. Not only can I do what needs to be done, but I can give Hailey what she needs, if rougher and meaner than planned.

Her palm smacks my thigh and I pull my cock out of her mouth, tugging her head back toward the ceiling. “Thank you, Mister Paldino,” she gasps.

I sink back inside her little, honey mouth, the world around me beginning to fuzz around the edges. Bass pumps up through the floor, the smell of smoke drifts thick and acrid from the darkness, the girl I’ve been jerking myself raw over is blowing me like I’m going to grade her on it. And with lust expanding and boiling in my veins, I have no choice but to let myself slide into a blurred world of need.

“Can’t decide if I want to paint your throat or pull out and pop that tight cherry. I’ve only got an hour and I want to make it count.” I fist my meat and beat off into the suction of her mouth. “Maybe you’re sucking me off so good because you don’t want to get on your back. Is that right?”

I jerk her head back, my cock bobbing against her cheek. “Thank you, Mister Paldino,” she whimpers. “No, Mister Paldino.”

“No, what?”

“No I-I…I don’t know.”

Before she’s finished speaking, she’s scooped up off the floor and tossed on the bed, her slight body rebounding from the force. From a kneeling position, she stares at me from the center of her queen bed, moisture on her lips and chin, naked except for a pair of innocent white panties. Her tits are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, all pink nippled and pale. Like raspberries in a bowl of cream. From this angle, though, I can see her panties are damp—and that needs to be our secret. Her father can’t know she’s enjoying this, even if we do.