Page 67 of Tattoo My Heart
I had such a bad, bad feeling about this.
“They like to have their cock sucked…”
“Aaaaaahhhh!”
I jumped off the bench screaming my head off, trying to stop her from talking.
“Evie,” Gertrude shook her head at me. “This is very immature. And that is why we need to have this conversation.”
“I have to go.”
I turned on my heels, ready to walk away from this particular disaster. I had to go inside my home of the last three years and list my house for sale, then look to buy another one very far from here. Preferably with no neighbors in sight.
“Evie,” Gertrude continued. I swear she was trying to follow me into the house. “If you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it, watch some porn, honey. It will help!”
That was the last thing I heard before I slammed my back door into her face. I made sure to lock it too so she wouldn’t barge in.
However, despite all that mess, I found myself in front of my laptop, typing something likehow to give a good blowjob and love it.
And that’s how I find myself in the present moment, on my knees at Cal Prentice’s feet, hands on the sides of his jeans. I pull them down in a jerky move, never taking my eyes from his face.
“What are you doing, baby?” He looks concerned, to say the least. That’s probably based on our past experiences in this area.
“I’m going to blow your mind, Cal Prentice. Are you ready?”
My voice sounds nervous and shaky to my own ears. I am not convincing at all, but I hope my actions will say otherwise.
My eyes are now glued to Cal’s very impressive erection. After my research earlier today, I have come to the conclusion that I hit the jackpot in the losing my virginity department. Too bad we are done after this. But I am determined to make is so that he will never forget it. And every time the girl he’s with does this to him, I hope he’ll see me. I also hope that he won’t be able to get it up for her for a while. I am ready to put a hex on it and him.
“Baby…” Cal’s fingers tangle in my hair and he gently pulls at it to get my attention. “You don’t have to do this.”
I hate that he knows I hate it and that he is so damn understanding about it.
“I just want to be with you,” he continues.
What a lying snake, I decide. I hope his dick rots and falls off after tonight. I’m going to make him feel so good, like he’s never felt before. And then, I’m gonna send him on his merry way. Hopefully, that guy online will get back to me. Maybe I can hook up with him next, to wash the taste of Cal Prentice from out of my mouth. Becoming promiscuous has never been on my list, but Cal is pushing all my damn buttons.
I finally let go of his jeans. My lips feel dry all of a sudden, and my mouth is clammy. I flex my hands a couple of times and bring my mouth closer to him, trying to brace myself for impact.
You can do this, Evie, I tell myself in my head.Close your eyes and remember the video you watched right before Cal got here.
With that last thought in mind, I decide to take my own advice. I close my eyes and open my mouth, my hands reaching up for him without even thinking.
The first thing that strikes me is his smell. Since this is not my first time attempting to take him into my mouth, I have become accustomed with the unique scent that is Cal Prentice. Surprisingly, it serves as a weird aphrodisiac because I am most definitely turned on.
In my head, I can see the pornographic material I looked up on the internet at the suggestion of my old neighbor next door. That makes me pause for a second. Thinking about Gertrude right now is a bad idea.
I take a deep breath in and try again. I open my mouth and wrap my lips just around the engorged tip of Cal’s erection. My fingers wrap around him at the base, squeezing tighter in a tentative move.
“Yes, baby,” he sighs, which only spurs me on. The fingers in my hair clench just a touch more, but I love it. I wish he would pull a little harder.
Without opening my eyes, I suck gently at the tip, and slowly bring my lips a little lower, take a bit more of him with each glide. When I go a little too fast, my teeth scrape at him. Cal hisses in pain, pulling harder on my hair, but he doesn’t stop me.
I try to remember everything I read and watched about this. Breathing through my nose seems to be the most important part. Another thing I have to remember is to just stay in the moment and forget about my gag reflex.
Cal’s hips seem to want to move with me, the need to pound into my mouth very obvious. By the sounds coming out of him, it is also obvious that he is making every effort not to do it so he wouldn’t scare me off.
For some stupid reason, my heart beats faster for him at that realization. I hate that my suspicions are correct, and I have fallen in love with the asshole.
