Page 57 of A Subtle Scar
“No. I’m allowing you to feel my magic, and you are responding to it.”
“No. Fuck.Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I have a hard-on, that’s what’s wrong.”
I reached up to stroke his hair, soft from having been washed not too long ago. He’d used almond shampoo on it. “There is nothing wrong with that.” My skin tingled. “You didn’t cum this morning before you left. Do you want me to help you with it now?”
“What?” Instead of looking up at me, he stared off to the side. “Maybe.”
“Darling, I cannotmaybegive you a blowjob so that you can compare my mouth to Hermes’s. It’s either yes or no.”
One more shuddering breath ran through him before he whispered, “Yes.”
I cupped the back of his neck. Chandler was…a sweet little thing. Decidedly not in the literal sense, because he was tall for a human with muscle where it should be and obvious strength in his shoulders and thighs. But metaphorically, there was something intensely breakable about him, and I had no idea why that was. I just knew it would kill me to even see him crack.
I knew I wanted the conundrum solved as I slowly glided to the floor in front of him, but I had talked to enough people—on the bus and elsewhere—to know that pushing for information that sat like a splinter in your skin wouldn’t get me where I wanted to be.
And anyway, where I wanted to be in that moment was in Chandler’s pants. If I did that, then perhaps he would forget his pain, just like he had last night.
He stepped back against the handrail and grabbed a hold of that. I followed on my knees, my eyes never leaving his, then made quick work of his pants. The noise of the belt getting unbuckled, of the button opening and the zipper sliding down, turned me on almost as much as seeing color rise to Chandler’s cheeks and nose.
“I’ll be quicker than I normally would be, darling. This isn’t lovemaking. This is just to make you feel good.” I smiled at him. When I spoke next, I let my voice drop and narrowed my eyes. “You’ll cum in my mouth, and you won’t hold back, do you understand?”
Be myself, and there it was. Taking charge. Steering my boyfriend’s pleasure like I would steer a barge. Steering so he could relax and learn to trust me.
If anything, the harsher tone made Chandler blush harder. He nodded, then added, “Yes,” even dropping his gaze a little as he spoke, although he was good about looking right back at me.
“Also, you will be silent, mostly because you are gorgeous with your pants down and I don’t want anyone else to see you looking like that when they hear strange noises and come to investigate, but also because the noises that you’ll want to make are no longer yours. They are mine and Hermes’s, do you understand?”
This time, he hesitated. He thought about pulling away from me, I could clearly see that in his eyes, and while he was flushed with passion, it was now that he considered my words.
I ran both hands up and down the backs of his thighs to relax him. He swallowed thickly. “I understand,” he finally muttered, not a clear yes, but good enough.
“Good, darling. Cover your mouth.”
He complied immediately and put his free hand over his mouth.
“Well done. I’ll have my way with you now.”
I didn’t rush, but I didn’t draw it out either. Rather, I made sure he saw me swirling my tongue over his head while teasing him at the base, a mental image I hoped would burn itself into his mind. I sucked on his balls as well, suckled the scrotum, then licked all along his length before finally allowing his pretty cock to slide home. By then, it had been nicely flushed and gushing, just like I liked a cock when I went on my knees for someone.
There were people out there who were more partial to the act of fellatio itself, Hermes to name but one. I did enjoy it but found it didn’t require the utmost in the skill department, and I didn’t like that it kept me from talking.
All I could do was take Chandler deep and watch his surprised expression as I added pressure from my throat and tongue. If his heavy breathing was anything to go by, he liked that.
When I pulled back a little to work his base with a hand while the other played with his balls, offering him suction was easy. He liked that as well, liked me paying special attention to the swollen head.
And I did pay attention to him, right up until his squirming got too much. His hand pressed against his mouth hard so that the knuckles stood out sharp and white against his pink skin, and his eyes were dazzlingly overcast by his blown pupils. His nostrils flared, and he came, his jerking, hot cum spurting.
While the craft of blowjobs wasn’t the most thrilling thing, I did enjoy tasting the fruits of my labor, and Chandler tasted delicious. Chandler’s taste was a delight, strong and almost minty with his magic, but also smoother than that, velvety. Chocolate-minty. Other than that, his cum pretty much tasted like cum: creamy, salty, good if you liked it. I did.
I licked him clean, not that there was any spilling. When I’d gotten dressed, I’d considered whether I should take a handkerchief to match my blouse because most people today seemed to go for the paper handkerchiefs, but now, I was glad that I had folded the red square into my pocket.
I cleaned Chandler up with that the moment I pulled off. He was still looking down at me, his hands still covering his mouth, even if his eyes were not as focused as they had been.
“You did very well,” I said and pulled his pants back up, closed them, before standing and wrapping my arms around him so I could pull him away from the rail and against my chest. “You were so good. You tasted so good. But you don’t need that anymore.” I reached for the hand across his mouth and gently pulled it away.
