Page 510 of Lessons in Cruelty

I’m done with her coy little games.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips like I’m making her nervous, then she takes hold of my cock again. Tentatively squeezing me as she pumps her lubed-up hand over my hard shaft.

“Not so fast.”

Haven immediately slows down, her round eyes darting from my cock to my face just long enough to see if I approve of the adjustment.

Nervous. Almost shy.

She’s uneasy at first, giving me hesitant little squeezes like she’s trying not to break my dick. But as her spit coats my skin and her fingers glide easier, her nerves melt. That wide-eyed innocence gives way to something darker.

Something hotter.

Her strokes get bolder.

Slower.

“Better.” My jaw is getting tighter. My dick even harder. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction of coming three seconds in. If she wants this, she’s gonna have to work for it. “You just gonna keep looking at it?”

She throws me a confused look.

Which I wipe off her face in an instant when I grab a fistful of her hair and force her head closer to my cock. “Suck it.”

She hesitates, pushing back against my hand, and I see a flicker of anger in her eyes before she turns and swallows the tip of my dick.

Jesus…fucking…Christ…

I bite back a groan, clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ache.

When her tongue swirls against my crown, it’s like she’s holding a torch to my nerve endings. I clamp down on my lower lip, doing my best to stay silent, to stay still. To leave everything one hundred percent up to her, so I can see how she tries to fake her way out of this one.

Because fine, the photo is a fake. But did she really think I didn’t do my due fucking diligence? I spoke to the guys who were there. Were they all bullshitting when I asked them about her?

Please.

I’m dead set that she knows exactly what she’s doing—pretending not to know how dick sucking works—until she takes more of me into her mouth and doesn’t take her teeth out of the way first.

“Fucking Christ! Easy, Heavenly.” My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her off while my cock twitches painfully.

Her lips part, eyes wide and startled. “What did I do?”

“No teeth,” I say slowly, hesitantly dragging her wide-eyed face closer to my dick.

I swear, I’m hunting for the smallest sign on her face—in her eyes—that she’s bullshitting me, but all I see is concern.

“God, sorr—” My cock cuts off the rest, but I have to force myself not to thrust into her fucking throat when the vibration of that last word hits my dick.

Don’t thrust, Kai. Don’t you dare fucking thr⁠—

A moan slips out of me when saliva trickles down my shaft and she tries to catch it with her other hand, effectively throttling my cock. As if she’s just realizing that spit makes excellent lube, she starts rubbing it into my skin, opening her mouth so more of it pours out.

I know it’s a ploy.

And it’s so goddamn ironic that she’s expecting me to teach her like I’m some kind of expert.

I’ve had literally two blow jobs in my entire life. An epic fail with Tanya Burrows freshman year, where I pulled her off my dick after sixty seconds because nothing had ever felt so wrong in my life, and the time I made Haven suck me off in the library.

But I know what feels good. What feels right. And this? I’ve never felt anything better, anything more right, in my entire fucking life.