Page 53 of Wreckage of My Life
“Take more, baby,” I encourage her when I see that she stopped moving her mouth over my cock.
In a surprising move, she relaxes her jaw and starts taking more and more of me until her lips are wrapped around the base of my cock. Her eyes move to mine, and I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack when she swallows. The tightness of the back of her throat all around me is what dreams are made of.
“Fuck yes,” I tentatively move my hips a little and she swallows harder, almost making my eyeballs cross and fall out of my head.
I know I’m not going to last long when our eyes meet again. They speak to me and pull me into some insane fantasy that I’ve never been part of before. There’s just something about Becca that I can’t let go no matter how hard I try.
I about jump out of my skin when she brings a hand up and yanks my jeans a little lower, just enough for her greedy fingers to reach my balls and cup them. It feels so fucking good, I can’t think straight. On one hand, I want to stop this just so I can bring her up and fuck her senseless. On the other hand, the girl’s got legit oral skills, and I don’t want to miss out on the experience.
The decision is taken out of my hands, or maybe cock, when I watch her taking her hand away from my balls and sticking it in between her legs. Her eyes go at half mast and her breathing becomes more labored when she touches herself for a few seconds, then brings her wet fingers back up to my sack. One finger glides easily underneath until she reaches the crack of my ass.
I can definitely say that this is new.
“Becca,” I groan, but I can’t tell if it’s in distress because I don’t want her touching me there, or in pleasure because I am milliseconds away from coming. “Don’t…”
I have no idea which direction I want to go here, but when she sucks me so hard that I think my cock just slid all the way down past her throat, I come so hard, I worry that I’m going to black out, fall over and crack my head wide open.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe,” I finally manage to form words once she’s done sucking me dry all the way. “Where in the fuck did you learn that?”
She wipes at the corner of her mouth and gives me an almost shy smile, then shrugs. “I read it in a book.”
“A book?” my eyes bulge out of my head. “What the fuck books do you read, woman? Keep on reading though,” I add on second thought. I just hope to experience more of what she’s learned from these books she reads.
She stands up from the floor with a soft groan of distress, then bends over to massage her knees for a few seconds.
“You good?” I grab her by the back of her neck and start massaging her, then bring her up against my chest and just hold her. What is it about this bitch that I can’t get her out of my head? Also, I don’t think she’d appreciate me referring to her as a bitch, I almost chuckle out loud.
“How did you get in here?” she asks in a soft voice, almost worried about how I may answer her question. “And how did you know I’d be here?”
“I have my ways.” That is all I am willing to share. No reason in telling her that Sully and Puck had to sneak me out of the fucking club so that no one would know that I’d be out for a couple of days. My father has been watching me very carefully, his intensity almost scary when Ethan is around.
My decision to leave the club is stronger every day. And if it was just me to worry about, I’d have found plenty of ways by now. However, there are two reasons why shit is complicated as all fuck.
Number one, this little boy I am suddenly responsible for. I wouldn’t even care now if he was my son or my brother, and how fucked up that would’ve been, I just can’t have him grow up like I did, or, worse yet, leave him behind without a care.
Number two, and this is just as complicated, my mother. For as much as I’ve always been so rough with her, never really giving her much of a chance, I can’t leave her behind either.
With all that being said, how in the fuck I am going to leave the club I pledged to die for, and do it with two helpless humans in tow?
Sully and Puck want out as well, but they got no families to go to, so they want to hitch their carriage to my ride. Then, I got Shortie to worry about. He doesn’t necessarily want to leave the club, but he is willing to help us get away. There’s a very high chance of all four of us ending up dead.
“Is Emily safe with your friends?” Becca surprises me with her question. She’s fucked me with her mouth into oblivion, I need some time to regroup. She obviously doesn’t have that problem, but I plan on fucking her into the mattress shortly.
“What friends?” I continue holding her tight to my chest, not allowing her to move when she attempts to push herself away from me.
“Dylan, this is not funny. If those stupid guys are not your friends, and Em is in some sort of danger right now,” her voice comes out muffled as I push her head harder against my chest, “I’m gonna kill you, just watch,” she threatens.
That last part makes me burst into laughter. “Get in line, babe. Lots of people want me dead.”
She suddenly stops struggling to get out of my hold, and it’s almost like she stopped breathing altogether.
“Is your son okay?” she surprises me yet again. I really don’t deserve this girl. And she definitely doesn’t deserve the shit I’d be bringing to her door if she stuck with me.
“He’s fine,” is all I can commit to saying. And he is fine. For now at least.
I finally let Becca take a step back from me, and I am struck by the realization that she’s not naked. She sucked my goddamn soul through my dick, but she is still clothed from head to toe. I have to do something about that, and soon.
“Why are you here?” she eyes me carefully again. “After the last time we talked, you made it clear that…”
