Page 13 of Beg for It

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ELI

Blair hesitates for a second, a flash of her rational brain kicking in through the needy haze. I take half a step back, flicking open the button of my black cargos and reaching in to give my desperate cock some relief as I wait.

She slowly lowers to the ground, curiosity swirling in those whiskey eyes.

Good girl.

I pull my cock free from my briefs, using the precum to glide my fist from base to tip in a few quick pumps. A groan escapes me, my need pulsing in my hand.

I reach out and slide the precum across her lower lip with my thumb.

“Open.”

She blinks before swiveling her head and peering around the wooden beam at the party that still goes on. No one the wiser to deeds we are getting up to in the dark. When she looks back, her brows are pinched in a worried furrow.

“Someone might see.”

“Then let them.”

I give myself a lazy stroke, and she swallows, eyes following the motion.

Honestly, the odds of someone seeing us over here are fifty-fifty, but Blair’s position on the ground makes it a lot harder to spot her.

The only kind of people who might come wandering over would be the kind looking to do the exact same thing.

And who doesn’t love the thrill of potentially getting caught?

Risk made the high all the more addictive.

“I’m not going to ask again, Blair. We had an agreement. Unless you’d like to use your safe word and end this game. Do you?” I raise my brow in challenge.

“No.”

“Good. Now open that pretty little mouth and suck until you’re choking on my cum.”

Desire swirls in her eyes at my depraved words, and she shuffles forward on her knees, delicate hand reaching out to wrap around my base. Her touch is soft and tentative as she guides the throbbing length to her tongue and licks just from the base of the head to the tip.

I let out a hiss.

She closes her lips around the head, and the wet heat of her swirling tongue has a groan building in the base of my throat. She bobs halfway down the shaft and then bounces back up, repeating the motion over and over.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going.”

I guess the encouragement melts away some of her self-consciousness because she suddenly starts going at it with a fuck-ton more enthusiasm. It catches me so off guard I have to remind myself to calm down so I don’t bust a nut before I’ve even had a chance to see just how deep she can go.

I reach down and wrap her hair around my fist, keeping it out of the way while still letting her set the pace…for now.

She’s sloppy, but the wet noises she makes are a goddamn dream, her saliva mixing with my cum as it dribbles down her chin.

It’s so fucking hot watching this girl, who is always so put together, always so perfect, choke on my dick with tears springing to the corners of her eyes. A perfect little mess, just for me.

She uses both hands to squeeze up and down the base of my shaft, pairing the timing perfectly with the bobbing of her head, that tongue of hers flicking my slit and driving me absolutely insane.

“Look at you, so fucking greedy swallowing every inch,” I murmur.

The noises she makes are music to my ears. I use my grip on her hair to increase her pace and push her deeper and deeper, testing her limits. My cock is throbbing, the pressure building more and more.

Tears build in her eyes. Blair chokes and gags, pulling back for a gulp of air.

A trail of saliva connects from the bottom of her plush lips to the head of my cock.

Paired with the smudged mascara, flushed skin, and heaving chest where the bloody X is starting to dry—she looks like a fucking wet dream.

I pull out my phone, swiping into the camera app to take a picture. The flash goes off, making the image even more pornographic.

I’ll be saving that for later.

She picks her ministrations back up, worshipping me like her god.

And what a good little acolyte she is, licking up my length while peering up at me with those doe eyes and sex-drunk smile.

I catch her hips squirming, those thighs pressing together for friction as she closes those pretty lips around my dick.

“Does sucking cock make you wet, princess? Do you like being used to get me off? Nothing more than a hole for my pleasure.”

She hums around my dick, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge.

“Fuuuuck, Blair,” I moan, bucking my hips and forcing my cock so deep down her throat that the tip hits the back. I see stars as I bottom out, and when she chokes, the closing of her throat around the head of my dick is euphoric.

I continue to pump my hips, using my hold on her hair to keep her in place. She struggles for air, and tears stream down her cheeks.

When she looks up at me through her long lashes, I know I only have a few more seconds before I come.

“Blair,” I breathe. “You better swallow every last fucking drop, or I’ll have you licking it off the ground.”

I pull back just in time so she doesn’t totally choke on my cum as my release shoots down the back of her throat. I throw my head back, allowing the pure bliss to course through my veins as Blair milks me for everything I have, sucking my sensitive cock clean.

When I’m finally spent, I look down at her with a smile she can’t see. Letting go of my grip on her hair, I give her head a rewarding pat.

“You did a very good job.”

She preens at the praise, eyes lighting up.

Movement in my periphery catches my attention, something about it causing the back of my neck to prickle.

I flick my gaze to the source, body freezing when I lock eyes with a very pissed off Riley Manning.

It’s only when I remember that I’m wearing my mask that the tension bleeds away, replaced with smug satisfaction.

I keep eye contact with him as I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up.

And I still keep up the eye contact when I help Blair stand and wipe the wetness from her cheeks.

It’s then that he cracks, his heated gaze turning to her.

I can see the tension pulling at the tendons in his neck from here.

Poor douchebag is upset that I stole his trophy.

Too fucking bad.

Blair continues to squirm before me, and I spot her hand skirting the hem of her dress.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I scold, catching her wrist and pinning it above her head on the wooden pole. “New rule. No touching yourself.”

“What?”

“No touching yourself. No making yourself come. Not unless I say so.”

“But…” She looks up at me with big, pleading eyes. “Phantom, please. You can be rough. Use whatever and do whatever. I don’t care, just—” she lets out a whine “—help me.”

Oh, how the song she sings is gospel.

I step forward so we’re chest to chest. Keeping her hand pinned, I reach down and swipe two fingers up her core, using a little extra pressure as I pass over her throbbing clit.

I take sick pleasure in the tortured cry she lets out, her legs twitching so hard she’d crumple if not for my support. I spin her around so her back presses up against my chest, and then I dip my head, my mask brushing against her ear as I whisper, “Have fun,” before pushing her into the crowd.