Do You Love My Cock…

June.

I hesitated but he reached down and brushed my lower lip with my thumb. “Open for me, Junie.”

I hated the way my lips fell open almost before I could think. I hated that I'd begun to pant with a sick anticipation out of nowhere.

This was Knox. The same Knox who had spent months making my life hell with smirks and taunts. The same one whose friend had broken my glasses and I’d reported to the nurse.

And yet here I was on my knees, pulse racing for an entirely different reason.

The sight made my stomach flip with nerves. He was thick and heavy and hard. And…beautiful. The sheer size stole what little air I had left. He stepped closer and the blunt head brushed my lower lip.

“Wider,” he murmured.

Part of me wanted to run, but another part felt a shameful heat bloom low in my belly. Undeniably, the sight sent a pulse straight between my thighs.

The first slide of him against my tongue was shocking. Like throbbing hot, velvet-smooth skin over rigid heat. He tasted faintly of salt and something darker.

He was surprisingly gentle, not thrusting immediately. He waited for me to adjust and explore the unfamiliar weight; the way the head nudged the roof of my mouth.

“Good girl,” he breathed.

Those two words shouldn’t have done anything to me. They should not have made my nipples tighten against my bra or made slick warmth gather between my thighs.

But they did.

“No hands on me. Put them on yourself.”

I blinked up at him, confused.

“Palms on your breasts. Pinch your nipples. I want to see you feel it while you take me.”

My face burned at his words but my hands were willing. When I pinched –gently at first, then harder– the sensation arrowed straight to my pussy.

A soft whimper escaped around his length.

He groaned. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Then he started to make shallow thrusts. I hollowed my cheeks and his hips snapped forward. I did it again, firmer this time and his fingers tightened in my hair.

A foreign accent slipped out. “Fuck, Maribel.”

Pride bloomed through the haze of humiliation I felt. I was actually doing this. I was making the untouchable Knox Ashford lose control with just my mouth.

And it wasn’t by running it off. I learned fast.

I swirled my tongue along the underside, pressed my lips tighter and let him slide deeper. Each time he pushes farther, my throat blocked him from going deep.

Saliva gathered at the corners of my mouth.

“Fuck, you are a quick study,” he rasped. “Look at you taking my cock so beautifully.”

My clit throbbed in time with his praise. I pinched my nipples harder, rolling them between my fingers to chase the pleasure that made my thighs press together.

Wetness soaked through my panties. I was aching and wet and desperate in a way I’d never felt before. This was wrong. He was my bully and he was clearly using me.

Yet, I could not stop. I did not want to.

His pace became more urgent. Deeper. Harder. My gag reflex triggered when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he held me there.

“Breathe through your nose, you can take it,” he ordered as his voice became strained.

Tears pricked my eyes as my throat worked around him, convulsing to try to push him out even as I fought to keep him in. He thrust again harder and savagely than before and I gagged hard.

“Fuck, June, your mouth is so perfect… Squeeze those nipples and moan for me. Show me what a greedy little cunt you are.”

More saliva raced down my chin. My hands stayed on my breasts to pinch and twist them the way he told me to. Because some twisted part of me wanted me to please him.

His breathing turned ragged. ““Fuuuuuckk, I’m gonna cum down your throat and you better not let a drop go to waste.”

He came with a harsh growl. His hips jerked and he held me flush against him as thick, hot ropes flooded my throat. I swallowed over and over, struggling to keep up with the endless stream.

Some escaped and spilled from the corners of my mouth but most went down. He kept me there until the last tremors left him and he was spent. When his cock started to soften around my mouth, that was when he pulled out.

I gasped, coughing. My lips felt swollen and my throat raw. Tears stained my cheeks. Between my legs, I was soaked.

Knox tucked himself away and buckled his belt. He crouched in front of me. His thumb swiped a tear from my cheek in an almost tender way.

“Good girl,” he said again, softer this time.

I hated how much I wanted to hear that tone again. He tossed me his shirt to cover up and left without another word.

When school was over, I stumbled out of the school somehow and managed to avoid mirrors and Mae. My thighs rubbed together with every step, reminding me how wet I still was and how my body still hummed from what we had done.

The moment I got home, I bolted upstairs and locked my bedroom door. Shame hit me like a freight train.

What the hell had I done?

I’d knelt on a filthy classroom floor and let my bully shove his cock down my throat. I’d pressed my thighs together while he used me and I’d liked it. God help me, I’d liked it so much my panties were still clinging to me.

I tried to ease the ache by pressing my thighs together but it only made it worse.

And I started to have flashbacks. The way his jaw had slackened when I swirled my tongue just right and the way his praise had melted something inside me. The way he’d called me a good girl while he came undone.

My hand drifted between my legs to find the place completely drenched. One brush over my clit and I whimpered into my pillow. I could still taste the huskiness of him on my tongue.

I circled my clit slowly, rocking my hips to chase the edge I’d been denied. The door flew open and I froze.

Julian stood there with a face as dark as stormy clouds and his backpack still slung over one shoulder. If looks could kill…

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snapped.

I yanked my hand away, scrambling to sit up, my cheeks burning. “Julian—what—”

“Knox just kicked me off the team,” his voice cracked with nothing but fury. “Said it was because of you. You went and snitched on Caid and now the whole line is fucked. Coach didn’t even argue. Just nodded like it was decided.”

My stomach dropped to the floor.

Julian dragged a shaky hand through his hair, like he was looking for some sort of anchor over his rioting emotions.

“He said if I want back on, I need to talk to you to make you fix it. But we both know you won’t. You never do. You always have to make everything about you. I try to stay out of your way, June, but you keep playing the victim and ruining shit for me.”

He looked betrayed as well as hurt.

“I didn’t—” my voice broke but I started again. He had to hear my side. “I did not ask for any of this.”

“Yeah? Then why does everything always circle back to you?” he let out a bitter bark of laughter. “Forget it. I’m done.”

He turned and slammed the door so hard the windows rattled. That’s when it hit me.

Knox had not taken me to that classroom for revenge. He had taken me because he could. He’d used my mouth and my body’s betrayal against me, and then he’d turned around and punished my brother anyway.

Rage boiled up so fast I couldn’t breathe.

How dare he?

How fucking dare he make me kneel, make me swallow every drop and then do this?

Oh I was furious. And I was going to make him regret ever putting me on my knees.