Chapter 10
The pleading and desperation etched on my face made her smile. Her eyes locked on mine, she slowly and deliberately kissed the tip. A tremor ran through me. With the next kiss her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue flicked. A second tremor ran through me. The light in her eyes told me how much she enjoyed inflicting this exquisite agony upon me. Zara took me a little deeper and dragged her teeth gently over the ridge of the head, sending yet another tremor through my body.
My cock slowly reemerged until she was again kissing just the tip with slow, deliberate, and exaggerated motions. Her full lips opened wider and closed slower until the head of my cock rested on her lower lip pointing at her waiting, wanting mouth. Her tongue danced over me and I hissed through gritted teeth. My cock twitched and I saw my seed jet into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me and sucked gently until I was spent. As she stood, she pulled up my pants, tucked me in and zipped me up. Zara gave a little shrug and practically skipped away. I followed at a slightly slower pace.
We ended up at a nearby coffee shop. She ordered an herbal tea for her and a large orange juice for me. We sat at a corner table looking out at the street while enjoying our drinks. Zara sipped her tea and I shook my head at her.
"What?"
"Our 'behavior' was a little too public and risky," I said.
"Perhaps, but didn't the risk add to the enjoyment?" she countered.
"Yes," I admitted reluctantly, "but we should have been more cautious. We could have been arrested."
"You were a willing participant," she observed. "You could have stopped."
I stared out at the people passing by on the sidewalk, mostly students laden with heavy backpacks. Could I have stopped? I thought back to moment she stuck her fingers in my mouth and realized that, no, I wasn't able to. Once I had tasted her I had to have more. Just thinking about it was making me hard again.
"You could have stopped, right?" she repeated. She watched me over the rim of her cup as she sipped and I could see she already knew the answer by the way her mouth was curling up at the corners. I shook my head in response and drank down the rest of my juice. "Yeah, I thought so. I've seen the way your eyes glaze over once you know you're going down on me. A part of you goes off to some faraway place until you're finished."
"So, does that make me an addict?"
"Yeah. And I guess that would make me your drug," she added with a devious grin.
I thought for a moment. Drug wasn't the word I would have used but it would do for now. "More like, you're my drug and my pusher."
Her grin faded and an odd look came over her. I couldn't tell if she was disturbed by my comment. I don't think she knew, either. I watched her bite her lip as she mulled it over before I said what had been weighing on me the past couple of months.
"I like being with you."
"No shit. I can tell by the way you come in my mouth." Two chairs away a spoon clattered noisily to the table. The girl who dropped it was straining to watch us out of the corner of her eye. Zara turned to the girl and confided, "You know how it is, when you're sucking a guy off and you can feel his body tense as he tries to hold back, and that moment, just as he explodes, you feel momentarily afraid that he'll never stop. With Lucas I never want it to stop. I want to drown in his seed. And his cock is so big I can barely wrap my lips around it." Zara turned to me. "Lucas, show her how big your cock is." The girl gave a squeak, picked up her backpack and hurried away.
"Why do you have to be mean like that?"
"Oh, please," Zara said rolling her eyes. "I did her a favor. She's hurrying back to her apartment or dorm and when she gets there she's going to lock her bedroom door, jump into bed and jam as many fingers as possible up her tight little cunt. And as she's frigging herself to a glorious climax she'll be thinking about your big, fat cock and how it would feel in her mouth or maybe her cunt. Come to think of it, I also did you a favor."
I shifted nervously and leaned in, lowering my voice. "Anyways, what I mean is, I like being with you more than anyone else. I want to be with you, and only you."
Her green eyes became hard ice in an instant. The dagger of her stare pierced me through the heart and I died a little inside. "I can't have a boyfriend," she recited her mantra.
"This is absurd. Considering our situation, we're practically boyfriend and girlfriend, just not in a traditional sense." Zara glowered at me from across the table. "Is it your parents? If so, I'm willing to meet them right now and you know how I am around new people."
"I'm not going to discuss it!" Her words had acquired a razor's edge and I knew her next words were going to cut me deeply. We sat in stony silence as she finished her tea. Zara clanged her cup hard on the table, whispered, "Fuck you!" and grabbed her backpack and stalked out.
I didn't bother to follow because I knew she didn't want to talk to me. I waited a few minutes before leaving, turning in the direction opposite of Zara's. My insides were roiling with doubt and despair. Had I ruined a good thing, something so strange and unique that if I told anyone they wouldn't believe me? Was the damage irreversible?
Zara punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When she did finally contact me she made no mention of what I had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following Saturday. Zara also told me she wouldn't be there as she had to go home for the weekend. I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a client but I really didn't have a choice. Zara expected me to go and, of course, I always did what she said.
Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and followed her down a long narrow hallway to the living room furnished with the typical cheap rental unit furniture.
"Have a seat," she said pointing to the couch. "Would you like a drink?"
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