Page 5 of Massacre Monday

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 youkiddingme? 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 saidplease. 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, Iwantyou 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?”