I grab her chin hard, squeezing until she lets out a whimper that morphs into a cry of pain. “Don’t ever talk about Athena that way again.” My voice is cold and hard, brittle as ice. “In fact, don’t talk about her at all. And don’t come back here. You’re not welcome, Winter, and you’re not my future wife.”
“But your father said—” she splutters, looking up at me with wide, shocked eyes.
“I’m not following my father’s playbook anymore. We’re done.” I let go of her, shoving her back against the car, and take a step back. “Get the fuck out of here.”
For a single beat, she stares at me as if she’s not entirely sure that I’m serious. And then, as if she’s realized that I am, she yanks open her car door, her face flushing.
“Fuck you, Dean Blackmoor,” she spits. “And your little biker slut, too. You’re both going to regret this.”
I stand there for a brief second, watching as her car spits gravel as her tires spin, the convertible zooming away from the house.
After dealing with that, I want a stiff drink and a few minutes to myself before dealing with the rest of my day. But the second I walk into the house, I see Athena standing next to the huge window that overlooks the driveway, the expression on her face saying clearly that she saw all of that.
Including me kissing Winter, probably.
She licks her lips, opens her mouth, but no sounds come out. I’ve never been great at convincing girls to believe me, but I know exactly what to do in this situation.
I grab her chin, tilting her face up so that she’s looking into my eyes, and spin her around, crushing her back against the door the same way I pressed Winter up against her car.
The difference is that this time, my cock is immediately hard.
I bring my mouth crashing down onto hers, and for a second, she goes stiff, trying to turn her head away, clearly upset with me, but I don’t let her. I force her lips open with my tongue, nipping at the lower one as I lick at the inside of her mouth, tasting her, my hips grinding against hers so that she can feel just how stiff and hard I am.
“Feel that?” I groan, breaking the kiss as I gasp for breath, my lips still nearly grazing hers. “Feel how hard I am? I didn’t get stiff for Winter, little pet. My dick was soft as hell. But not for you. One look at you, and my cock feels like it’s going to break in half.”
Athena lets out a soft moan, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. Her lips are full and pink, slightly swollen from the kiss, and nothing has ever looked more beautiful than that mouth begging for more. Begging for my cock.
My hand goes to my zipper without thinking. “I need to come in your mouth,” I pant, kissing her again, hard. “You make me so fucking hard, Athena. I’m close just from kissing you. Just from thinking about how wet you must be from feeling my dick up against you. You are wet, aren’t you?” I reach for the button of her jeans, dragging the zipper down as I shove my hand into her panties.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan when I feel her sopping wet. My other hand is still on her chin, holding her mouth there for me to kiss, and I run my tongue over her lower lip.
When I kiss her again, she doesn’t try to pull away from me. Instead, I feel her hand slipping between us, wrapping around my aching dick as she pulls it the rest of the way free, her thumb rubbing over the slick head as she whimpers against my mouth.
“Your mouth, Athena,” I say raggedly, my hand sliding around to the back of her head, and she sinks down to her knees, those wide blue-grey eyes looking up at me as she opens that perfect mouth.
I’m not thinking about what happens if someone walks into the foyer or needs to come in through the front door—especially Geoffrey, who is someone I would prefer to never see my dick. All I can think about is how warm her mouth is, how perfectly it suctions around my cockhead, how good it feels sliding down my shaft. My hand fists in her hair, my hips thrusting into her mouth, my balls already tightening with an impending orgasm, all of the frustration and anger I’ve felt all morning boiling up into the release I so desperately need.
“That’s it,” I groan, feeling her throat open as my cockhead presses into the back of it. I tighten my hand in her hair, pushing as much of my length as I can into her throat, loving the feeling of her muscles clenching around me, her hands squeezing my thighs as she chokes on my dick.
She’s gasping when I finally pull back, and I know I can’t hold out much longer. I felt my release boiling in my balls from the moment I shoved her up against the door. With her hot mouth enveloping me, sucking and licking, swallowing me down, I know that I can’t wait. I need to come, and there’s no reason to hold back.
“I’m going to—oh god, I’m going to fucking come,” I growl, giving her a moment’s warning before I feel my cock swell, feel her gag around it again. Then the toe-curling pleasure washes over me, my cock throbbing as I shoot my cum down her throat, feeling her swallowing convulsively, her eyes watering as she looks up at me and chokes it all down, all of my hot, thick cum.
She doesn’t stop or pull away until I’m entirely finished, licking away the last drops of it with that hot soft tongue. I groan as I slip out of her mouth, stroking her hair where I’d had my fist wrapped in it only a moment ago.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Good pet, swallowing my cum.” I reach down, lifting her to her feet as I run my fingers through her hair, bringing my hand around to caress her cheek. I feel oddly protective of her, not wanting to let her go just yet, even though I’ve finished. Normally I wouldn’t be able to get away fast enough, wanting to retreat into my own private space, but all I want right now is her. To touch her, taste her, breathe her in.
But I can’t entirely let go of the idea that that’s weakness. Not yet, anyway. So I reluctantly step back, letting my hand fall away from her face.
“I’ll see you at dinner.” I take one last look at her, and then turn to walk away.
Athena
From the way both Cayde and Dean are behaving, it’s clear that they’re having something of a change of heart—which I fully plan to use to my advantage if at all possible. I know I’m walking a fine line with them right now—and with myself.
I’d been genuinely upset to see him kissing Winter out in the driveway—and more pleased than I should have been to hear him say that she hadn’t gotten him hard. At the same time, I could feel the evidence of just how hardImade him pressing up against my thigh. I’d felt a thrill of arousal, one that had made mewantto sink to my knees and take him in my mouth, want to taste him when he came.
My attraction to these boys is a problem. One that I don’t entirely know what to do with. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want them. No one has ever made me feel these kinds of things before, and it’s difficult and startling all at once.