Free Flesh: Part Ten (The Flesh Series Book 10) by Sky Corgan Page A

to me.
    I bite my bottom lip
and suck in a breath, looking around the room again before zeroing in
on his cock. It's not hard yet, somewhere in between. His hand moves
back and forth, pumping blood and life into it. I bet my mouth would
get it hard a lot faster.
    In truth, I have
been wanting to suck him off—have thought about it several
times. Not like this though. I wanted the moment to be intimate and
private and something I could enjoy. If I do it now, I won't be able
to focus on giving him the pleasure that I want to. I'll be way too
paranoid.
    “ How
about we buy the furniture and then I'll blow you in the limo?”
It's the best compromise I can come up with. He gets what he wants. I
get what I want. We're both happy. My job isn't at risk.
    “ That
wouldn't please me, Amy.” He shakes his head.
    “ Ugh.
You're so difficult.” I throw a miniature fit, slamming my
hands down on the bed and sighing in disgust. This only seems to
amuse him, because his smirk broadens and he nudges my head closer to
his cock. “Fine. But it's going to be a quickie, and afterward
you're going to behave.”
    I expect him to
agree with me, but he doesn't answer. Instead, he guides my mouth to
his tip. I grind my teeth together, the thought of biting him still
at the forefront of my mind. He would deserve it, but I think we both
know that I wouldn't actually do it. Even though he's being an
asshole right now, I do still care for him.
    “ Stick
your tongue out,” he tells me as if I need instructions.
    I inhale deeply and
close my eyes before doing what I'm told. The soft ridge of his glans
touches the flat of my tongue. Lucian's grip softens on my hair when
he presses himself forward and fills my mouth. A wave of lust rolls
through me as I taste him, my lips almost instinctively closing
around him. I've dreamed about this moment for quite a while. If only
we were somewhere that I could cut loose on him, sloppily lick and
suck and use my tongue the way I want to. Here in the furniture
store, the only sound to drown us out is the soft classical music
flowing from the speakers—not loud enough to drown out much of
anything. I need to be muted. We both need to be muted.
    I can control my own
vocalization. I can't control him though. All I can do is hope that
he doesn't moan or make some loud noise that would draw attention to
us.
    “ Good
girl.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face before
rounding his fingers down to hold my chin while he thrusts into my
mouth.
    I can feel his cock
expanding to its full girth. It's such a strange feeling, like
holding a long, fleshy balloon in my mouth while someone blows it up
from the other end. A balloon doesn't get this hard though. A balloon
doesn't have thick bulging veins that I want to slick my tongue down.
A balloon doesn't taste like this.
    Lucian groans softly
and closes his eyes. He looks strangely peaceful like he's actually
enjoying the blowjob despite my lack of effort. I'm letting him
control the whole thing, barely sucking as he probes in and out of
me. My mind is caught between wishing I could do more and just
wanting it to be over. While I'm turned on, it's hard to gain any
pleasure when I'm constantly worried about the threat to my job if we
get caught.
    Thankfully, he
doesn't make me blow him for long. Oddly, my body feels at a loss
when he finally pulls out. There's a hungry part of me that wants to
keep sucking him, to see him to completion. That would mean that I'd
have to swallow though, and I'm honestly not sure if I'm up for that.
It has always seemed like such a dirty thing to me. But I have a
feeling that he'll eventually make me do it. He's that kind of man.
    I wipe my mouth with
the back of my hand, trying to look upset as I wait for him to put
his toy away. He doesn't though. Instead, he pulls something out of
his pocket. My eyes go wide as I realize it's a condom. I'm not sure
if I'm more shocked that he actually bought a condom or that I now
know he's not going