The Parlour (VDB #1) by Charlotte E Hart Page B

I pull back a little and try to indicate a rhythm to him, which he seems to accept as his hand softens a little. It’s not much, but he does allow me to move up and down on him. I do, and I enjoy the thought more and more as I lose myself in the moment. Blowjobs with a man I hardly know in the back of a car. Oh, Lilah James, you little slut.
    His grunts come slowly at first as he lets me find my way around him. He occasionally changes the angle of my head, showing me his preference, and pushes in deeper again, but other than that, I know I’m doing a good job. I know this because of the tightening and slight jerk of his thigh beneath my hand as dig my nails in.
    “You are to swallow,” he says calmly above me as he pushes on the back of my head again and then tips my head up towards him. His eyes hold me instantly as my throat widens for him again. Over and over, I travel up and down the length of him, unable to remove my gaze from his handsome face. He frowns a little and grunts again as I feel his thighs tense beneath me. “Grasp tighter,” he mumbles while groaning out his pleasure. I put my full weight into digging my nails in and feel my own elation at the strangled noise that leaves him. Seems he likes a little pain, too. I tighten my lips and allow my teeth to drag a little, just enough to work out how much he needs from me. He groans again and I watch his whole face soften with some undisclosed feeling as he lets go of my head completely and leans his head back away from me.
    I keep sucking and nibbling gently, swirling my tongue around him until I can feel my own groin contracting around the situation. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so horny, almost to the point of touching myself. I’m actually desperate to come. And while I do love sucking a man, I can’t remember it ever making me want to come before now. He grunts again and starts talking under his breath in a foreign language, one I understand this time. It’s Italian. He’s swearing and cursing me for being too good at something, and as he stills and the tip of him swells, I can’t help but feel utterly pleased with myself regardless of the circumstances. This is something Lilah James is good at, and no one is taking that from me, no one. If this is what I can prove I’m good at then I will, without remorse. And I’ll make my exit money while I’m doing it.
    There’s no noise as he comes down my throat – nothing, no cries or groans of pleasure. There’s just his hands grabbing at the back of my hair again and holding me in place roughly. I can feel the ferocity in them being contained, as if he’s withholding some of the strength in his grip. Maybe he’s trying not to scare me. I saw what these hands did to Roxanne, and at the moment, I think this is his version of kind, sated maybe.
    He slowly allows me to pull my head away and looks straight out of the window. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t put his cock away either. He just gazes out of the window and mumbles under his breath about something as he relaxes in the seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight. He’s at least six foot of prime alpha male lounging in his finery after coming in the mouth of a woman he cares nothing for. A primal act no doubt, and something I’m very aware has just intrigued me beyond belief. That someone could be so dispassionate about a passionate act is enthralling to my emotionless sensibilities. Although, a thank you would have been nice.
    I pull myself back up and scoot across to the other side of the car, in an attempt to get away from whatever it is that I’ve just done. Why did I do that? What on earth is wrong with me? I couldn’t stop myself from giving a complete stranger a blowjob in the back of a car. Odd. Quite unnerving really. If not fascinating.
    “I didn’t enjoy that,” I insist as I jab my nails back into my hand to once again remind myself that this is not love. It’s nothing but sex.
    That’s it. Make money.