“I mean, I’ve never—”
“It’s simple. Open your mouth as wide as you can and suck my dick as hard as you can.” He chuckles and I bite my inner cheek, embarrassed.
He pushes his ass off the seat, using his feet in the floorboard and his back against the seat to hold his weight. He undoes his torn jeans and slides them down to his knees, pulling his cock through the hole of his black boxers.
“Holy shit,” I mumble, eyeing the long, pinkish shaft and swollen head completing his package. He slides his hand up and down himself, causing it to grow harder. My cheeks warm with the way my body ignites with arousal, shadowing any thought that giving head in an alleyway might be wrong. In fact… it’s hot. I mean, we could be caught at any second.
“Come here, Charlie,” he whispers huskily.
My breathing spikes with his words, my mouth watering to taste him. My legs tighten to try and smother the pulsing vibrating in my core. I slide across the seat, getting closer to him, my thighs sticking to the leather seat from the heat.
“That’a girl,” he mutters, slipping his hand into the back of my hair. I slide my finger up his length; it’s silky and veiny beneath the pad of my finger. I’ve never touched a penis before. There’s something about touching it that has my body warming and my panties wet. I hover my face over the tip of his dick, preparing myself. I’m so turned on I might just give in and have sex with him.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Charlie.” He anchors his hand on the back of my neck and plows my face into his crotch. I have no choice but to open my mouth and take him whole.
My tongue thrashes against the bottom of his cock, taking in the taste of musk and salt. It’s not bad, though. In fact, I like it. I tilt my head to the side and slide my tongue along the ridge of the head, my eyes peering up at Chasen. His head is resting against the back glass of the truck, looking down at me with a haze of pleasure fogging his eyes. I sheath my teeth with my lips, not wanting to nip him, and take the top of his head into my mouth, sucking it in with force.
“Suck me harder,” he whispers, thrusting his hips upward. I hold him at the base of his length and perch my lips over the head of his cock. I suck as hard as I can, taking him to the back of my throat. I bob my head slowly, not rushing the experience. He hisses between his teeth, pushing my head down every time I come upward.
“Just like that,” he moans, clenching his hands into my hair painfully. My jaw begins to ache, and my gag reflex starts to quiver with the urge to puke as he continues to fuck my mouth. You’d think I would hate this, that I would plead for him to stop. But to see him so undone, at my complete mercy just by something as simple as my mouth… it’s empowering. I love it.
Drool escapes the sides of my mouth and my sex pulses with tingling waves. I hear Chasen moan, and his head hit the truck’s back window from falling backwards. He suddenly tenses, stilling my head in place. His body trembles beneath me and warm, salty fluid spills into the back of my throat. Loud, guttural groans fill the cab of the truck with his release as he stiffens beneath me. He untangles his fingers from my hair, letting me up. As I sit up, I notice a big, wet circle soaking his boxers around his cock from my spit.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he pants. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and notice how sore it is. I work my aching jaw back and forth as I eye him.
“Good?” My voice is muffled with lust.
He lifts his head off the back of the glass and exhales loudly.
“I have never come in a girl’s mouth before. Like ever. So, yeah, it was good.” He chuckles, sweat slipping off his forehead.
“Really?” I question, shocked.
“Yeah. They always complain their mouth is hurting and stop, or they bite the shit out of me,” he replies. “You’re something else, you know that?” A smile creeps across my face and my cheeks warm. I’m not sure how to respond.
He pulls up his pants, zipping his fly, and my eyes widen. That’s it? He’s not even going to touch me? At first I didn’t want him to, but after just experiencing him come in my mouth, how lost he was in what I was doing, my body demands to be explored.
I slide back over to my side of the seat and situate myself, my body aching with the need to be unraveled.
“So, what are you going to do about not getting the job?” he asks, starting the truck. My high plummets. I forgot all about not getting the job. Shit.
“I’m not sure. I can’t seem to find anything, and we need the money badly.” I shake my head, completely at a loss for what Jayden and I are going to do. The air conditioning blasts against my face, causing me to sigh with relief.
Pulling up to my apartment, Chasen turns the truck off. I almost whine from the loss of cool air.
I look at him, curious if he wants to come up. Please, come up with me, touch me, grab me, kiss me. God, my inner vixen sounds pathetic.
He leans over, and my body weeps with gratitude that he’s finally going to touch me. Just as I’m about to plow myself into him, he thrusts a handful of cash between us.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask angrily, my body instantly losing its lustful state.
“Get yourself something pretty, pay your rent, whatever,” he responds, dropping the cash in my lap.
“What is this for?” I tilt my head to the side and look at him warily.
“Just take it.” His tone is suddenly laced with anger.
I start chewing on my thumbnail, looking the money over. It’s only fifty dollars, and it’s not like I didn’t work for it. I exhale a breath of despair and grab it, my fingers fiddling with the edges.
“See you around, Charlie.” I look up, seeing Chasen grinning wolfishly. I grimace, looking back at the money in my hand.
“See you around, Chasen,” I mumble. Fisting the money in one hand, I use the other to open the door and get out.
FIVE
CHARLIE
It’s been three days since my ride home with Chasen. Jayden and I still have no jobs, but I managed to keep the landlord at bay with the money I got from Chasen. It won’t hold him off for long, though.
“Look what I got!” Jayden exclaims, walking through our apartment door.
Glancing up from my outdated magazine, I notice Jayden holding a plastic card in her hand. Her hair is frizzier today than usual, and her green tank top is disheveled, hanging off her shoulder.
“You look like shit, and what’s that?” I question, sitting up as she huffs and lowers her hand.
“It’s an ID,” she explains, looking it over.
“How did you get that?” I narrow my brows with concern.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t apply for one or anything. It’s fake.” She smiles proudly. My face turns into a grimace, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth in anger.
“How the hell did you pay for that, Jayden?”
She shrugs, sticking it in the back pocket of her torn-up white shorts. “I have my ways. Don’t worry, I didn’t use our cash.”
“You have your ways?” I twist my face in question, not sure what the hell that’s supposed to mean.
Jayden rolls her eyes and falls back on her bed. “I stole some sandwiches from the college’s cafeteria,” she states, changing the subject. My mouth instantly waters; I haven’t had anything to eat all day.
“You did?” My attention is completely on her, curious where she stuffed the delectable stolen goods. I should be angry that she did it, telling her it’s not something she should be doing, but the growl in my stomach couldn’t care less right now. Our food rations have been next to none with our lack of money. I’d be a liar if I said the thought of stealing food hasn’t crossed my mind.