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did before,’ I tell him, but it comes out so much more brutish than simple words can suggest. I bite his leaning-into-me throat on that last before , and he responds with some force of his own in kind.
    He lifts me – right up off the ground! – and sits me abruptly down onto my counter, spells out for me that it’s not going to be like before. He’s going to do what he wants and I have to squirm and agonise.
    When he shoves my legs apart, I agonise all right. I let out a little sharp sound which gets even louder when he tightens his fist in my hair and yanks my head back, to lick shivering stripes over my curving throat.
    On the last lick he bites, and I moan unashamedly. I go for the front facing hooks on my bra, and fumble myself free.
    The air is almost unbearable against my swollen nipples. His tongue is far, far worse, however. He makes these lovely quick, tight circles, before catching the tip with just the barest hint of his teeth – first one, then the other. I can’t sit still for it, not at all, and I buck my hips, spread my legs wider.
    I’m not wearing any knickers. I didn’t wear them, for Gabriel. I was hoping he’d catch a glimpse of something – a flash of glistening pink, perhaps – but now it’s serving an even lovelier purpose.
    It means I get to be fucked, quick. It means that when I manage to get my skirt all the way up my thighs, he can see my bare pussy and no longer wants to wait. His fingers part my slick folds easily, too easily, and then I’m caught between a tongue against my stiff nipples and a rough rub against my clit and that sound – the sound of a zipper being tugged down.
    He straightens but keeps his fingers busy between my legs, face lust-slackened, wicked eyes gleaming.
    ‘God, you want it so bad,’ he says in a voice as roughened as my own, and the juicy sounds my pussy is making don’t deny it.
    But I think of Gabriel, not Andy. I think of Gabriel, staring at me, ravenously, and my clit jumps beneath Andy’s rough touch. A little ah flutters out of me, and he rubs at me more firmly.
    I’m going to come, any second. Any second now.
    ‘Suck me off,’ he says.
    I moan and grow slicker to hear the words, but they’re still frustrating. He takes his hands away and I’m mortified to find myself reduced to whining, even as the thought of his cock in my mouth stirs me further.
    I slide off the desk and down on to my knees with very little fuss at all. I make even less fuss when I come face to face with his prick, as solid and thick as it had seemed in me, pushing out from the parted wings of his jeans like a club.
    The urge to touch myself grows very strong indeed, to see this evidence of his arousal. Of course I knew he was excited, but somehow it isn’t real until I can lick the fine trail of pre-come from the tip of his bursting cock, until I’m allowed to palm his tightly drawn up balls and feel his choked groan buzzing through his entire body.
    ‘Go on,’ he tells me. ‘Go on, slutty little bookworm.’
    His hand is in my hair but he doesn’t force me. He just waits for me to force myself.
    Though when I part my lips and swallow the length of him down, it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing anything. It feels like I’m hungry for cock, a slutty bookworm who needs teaching some sort of lesson – how could I torment that poor man in such a way?
    Maybe Gabriel will walk in, right now, and he can punish me, too. They can take turns in my mouth, Andy urging Gabe on, ordering him to hold my head and fuck my face. He won’t do it, at first, but as things get more urgent and slippery, and all that hunger inside him comes bubbling to the surface and oh God, Gabe, I want to make you surface, God –
    I suck greedily, now mindless with dirty thoughts I never know I want to think until they’re right there. But it’s only when I get my hand around the base of him, and jerk him off as I lick and nibble and swirl my tongue just so, that his legs start to tremble. He