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Stunned, I shake my head, trying to process what I just heard. “You want me to?—”

“ Want to let me fuck your mouth. Yeah.”

He straightens up while I think of any way out of this situation. “Oh. Alright. I-I could try , but I don’t think I can…” Can I fake the motivation?

I must take too long to finish my sentence because he crosses his arms and blows a heavy sigh onto the top of my head.

“Listen, pink cheeks. I’ve had a day.” Half turning, he waves toward the darkness behind him.

“I just want to be on my way to the other side. So if you’re not going to stick to your part of the bargain, I see no reason for me to live. ”

A sharp inhale catches in the back of my throat.

He’s serious. The tone of his voice, irritation covering his countenance, tension bearing down on his back.

This man is at the end of his rope. If he dies, I won’t be able to live with myself when I could have closed my eyes and let him put his dick in my mouth.

Besides, worse things could happen. Massacre Monday is approaching, and I need to be prepared.

I peek through my lashes, swallow the lump in my throat, and ask, “On my knees?”

“That’s generally how it’s done.” It comes out monotone, like I’m wasting his time. That he has nothing he wants other than this in life right now.

“Okay.”

His head tilts, as if he’s frustrated with me. “Wow… great enthusiasm. I feel the cold water burying my rotting corpse as we speak.”

“I mean, yes! Uh, I’ll suck you off.” Chipper this time.

With his hurried bend, I flinch when we meet face to face. His crystal eyes shimmer in the moonlight, dazzling me into stillness. “Try that again. This time, I want you to beg me to put my cock inside your mouth.”

Whatever hold Nico’s had on me since I was a teen is nothing compared to the fury of fervent desire that floods my senses.

My desires are ripped in several directions all at once.

On the one hand, I know I should run away and never think about this evening again.

If I do, I would only hope that this stranger doesn’t plunge to his death while I’m still here.

On the other hand…

Seductive intoxication stirs inside of me as I gaze into his handsome face until my clit pulses with a foreign need so strong that I want to obey everything he says.

The corners of his eyes dance with joy as he smiles, the whites of his teeth glowing in the night.

It’s like he’s got a secret and, if I get him to confess it to me, I’ll be free.

Laid bare of responsibility, of the restraints of being the youngest Freidenberg. I’ll find the independence I’ve longed for and waltz into a world where I control the outcome.

His voice crawls out in a slow drawl as I gather up my reserves. It’s like he’s read my every thought. “You really want me to live, huh?”

“Obviously,” I say through tight lips.

He tilts his head, observing me. Unmoving. Too quiet. Silence stretches between us like a rubber band ready to snap. When he speaks, I already know what my choice is going to be, but I keep my mouth closed. “You’d do anything, then?”

I don’t beg him. Not yet. I’m too stubborn, even though I know where this is heading.

A nefarious grin curls his lips as his eyes light up. “It’s funny. You have every chance to stop me. You could grab me, tackle me. But you don’t. No, I think you want me to beg for my life, don’t you? You want me to look at you and say, ‘please, save me.’”

My breath hitches. “That’s not true!”

“Isn’t it?” His voice drops lower. Darker. “Or maybe you like the power. Maybe you like knowing you can hold a man on the edge and make him submit to your will.”

Is that what I’m doing and don’t even know? I shouldn’t feel this way. Shouldn’t feel a pulse of something traitorous low in my stomach. But it’s there. And he caused it.

His expression flickers just for a second.

Something raw, something real , flashes before it vanishes behind a smirk.

If I were good at guessing, I’d say devastation betrayed the glimmer of his eyes.

He steps forward with a shuffle, and my heart rate gallops.

“So do it. Take control.” His chilled fingers brush over my heated cheek.

“Make me plead with you to save me by begging me to put my cock in your mouth.”

The confidence to own what I’m about to do solidifies into a staunch determination to give this man the best blowjob of his fucking life.

In doing so, I’ll learn the punchline to the joke he’s keeping so close to his chest. And when I do, I’ll laugh at death, too.

Be unrestrained from the roles I’m set to fulfill.

The look in his eyes is infuriating, a mix of amusement and challenge, like he knows exactly how to pull me apart, thread by thread.

I can run.

I can let him fall.

Or I can own this moment.

Flames ignite deep within me until I lift my chin and boldly announce, “Please put your cock inside my mouth.”

A breathy swear leaves his lips as his grin turns into a sincere expression. “ Shit . That’s what I’m talking about, P.I.C.”

Before I can even ask what those letters mean, he stands again and points toward his crotch. “Get on your knees and take me out. I’m already half hard from how mad you are.”

I climb onto his stone and kneel in front of him, my tight jeans biting into my skin as my shins grind against the craggy rock.

“Wait, hold up. Let me grab this.” He leans over to a pile of clothing on the ground next to him I hadn’t paid attention to and grabs a phone. When he flips it on, the glare of the flashlight hits my eyes until they water.

My stomach drops. “What are you doing?”

“Recording this. It’s going to be good, I can tell.”

His audacity makes my jaw drop and my skin burn. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t agree to that.”

With a shrug, he points the phone at my face. “Otherwise, I’m feeling like my legs may take a tumble off here…”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But that’s not stopping you, is it?” His thumb strokes my cheek, the same way someone might test the sharp edge of a knife . “Go on. Say it again. For the camera, this time.” When I don’t move, he waves a hand in front of his belt while still filming. “Any second now.”

“Fine.” My fingers reach toward his jeans, but his waist pulls away from me, and I glance at the obnoxious flash in my face. “What?”

“ Fine ? A moment ago, you were begging to do this. Even said please . It’ll feel so hollow, unless you truly want to.”

I know I should be disgusted, but his voice is hypnotic, low and thick, and my pulse betrays me, hammering in places it shouldn’t. He tilts his head, studying me like I’m an interesting puzzle. And the way his intense stare beholds me makes me buzz inside. He sees more than anyone has before.

My hands pause their work on his buckle as his words sink in. They infuriate me, especially when he says, “Pink cheeks, save my life.”

An urge to slap him is overwhelming, but my lips part on their own. Gritting my teeth, I blink up at the camera with a tight smile. “Yes, I want you to put your cock in my mouth.”

Darkness covers his hand until it casts a shadow through the flash beam as he reaches toward me. His thumb strokes my cheek softly as he says, “If you insist.”

Now my face is most definitely flaming red with the irritation that filters up to my ears. I channel the anger into my fingers as they tug on his zipper while he chuckles.

“Woah! So eager!”

Once I undo his jeans, I realize I’m so very out of my league. I’ve never really even kissed a guy that much, let alone given a blowjob. The only ones I have to hear about on occasion are Oz’s “straight old man” conquests. Ugh, I should have watched porn.

Flaps from his denim flay open, revealing his boxer briefs with a firm bulge underneath. The light above me never parts from what I’m doing, but I give it a glare, then pull down the waistband of his underwear and gasp at what flops out.

Damn. There’s no way. This can’t be real. I’m supposed to put all of that in my mouth? No…

With some irritation coating his voice, he mocks me. “You’ve never sucked dick before, have you?”

“Sure I have.”

“Oh yeah? Lined the guys up and let them all use your holes?”

“No! I-I had a boyfriend,” I lie.

“Ah, a boyfriend . With a tiny pecker?”

“Uh, that’s none of your business. But I’m experienced.”

His abs dip with a silent chuckle. “Then show me what an excellent slut you are.”

Lips pursed, I grip the base of his thickness in one fist. His cock is warm, heavy, and girthy. As I shift closer to him, I place the head against my mouth and give it a small kiss, letting my tongue swerve over the hole where it tastes slightly salty.

“Holy fuck …” He breathes out the curse like a lullaby. I inhale quickly, steam rolling through my body at the heat behind his tone. I got this.

When I lick the end, he hardens in my hold, a surge of blood causing his dick to leap toward my face. I put more of my lips around it and blow out all the air from my lungs onto the length until he drops his head back and guffaws so loudly, his cut abs shake.

I think about giving up, realizing I must have made some major mistake in my technique, the blush from my face traveling lower in my belly and beyond.

“Here. Let me show you how to do this. Kiss the tip, but open your mouth wider.”

I settle into a more comfortable position and hold it straight in my face. With a nervous glance at the camera, I do as he says and pull the crown across my parted lips.

“ Yes,” he grunts. “But use more tongue, then suck.”

Cupping the head of his dick with it, I apply some pressure until his chest rises raggedly with every breath. “Fuck, yeah. Atta girl.”

The way he grits out the words almost reverently urges me to slide my thighs together to relieve the ache growing between them. I’m so wet, I could soak through my jeans. I’m not sure what is more disturbing. The fact that I’m kneeling in front of this stranger…

Or that I may want to stay right here.