Better (Too Good series) (32 page)

Cadence watched him surreptitiously as sh
e sat in the dining room. He lay sprawled on the couch watching the NCAA basketball championship that he’d recorded, and she wondered if now would be a good time to ask. She was nervous as hell—no experience, no idea what to expect—but she thought she ought to get it over and done with. And didn’t he deserve it? After all, she tortured him emotionally for two months. Sure, he spanked the hell out of her for it, but she didn’t feel like that absolved her of her crimes. She wanted to show him how sorry she was, even if she didn’t do it well.

She walked into the living room and stood directly in front of him.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking at her face.

“I wanna suck your dick,” she replied.

Mark froze and said nothing.

Cadence grew flustered. “So . . .
” She looked around the room. “Um, take your pants off.”

Mark grinned.

“Well, go on,” she demanded.

“Cadence, I don’t know if now’s the right time,” Mark said. “You
look . . . well, you look terrified.”

“I’m not terrified,” she lied
.

He eyed her curiously.
“Why now?”

“Because I want to. Stop asking me questions and unzip your pants!”

“Seriously. Why now?”

“Because I still feel guilty about everything!” she cried. “And I want to try to make it up to you. I mean, I already know I’ll be terrible at it. Just, don’t expect too much, okay? But a girl’s gotta learn at some point.”
She thought for a moment. “I did some online research.”

Mark suppressed the grin. “You don’t have to make anything up to me. Everything is forgiven and forgotten. Remember? We left it at the rink.”

She smiled at that. Mark sat up.

“I don’t think we left everything,” Cadence said quietly. “And anyway, you do that to me all the time. I should reciprocate. I mean, I want to. But you’re right. I’m terrified because I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Mark thought for a moment. “To be honest, I’m kinda glad you don’t. There’d be something really off about you if you were an expert at giving head. Wouldn’t fit, you know?”

She nodded.

“I don’t want you thinking you’ve gotta make things even or do a bunch of stuff to make up for those two months. I hurt you just as much, if not more. But we’ve apologized and forgiven each other. The slate’s been wiped clean.”

“Fine,” Cadence said. “Then I wanna do it because I want to.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She knew he didn’t believe her.
But there was no arguing with her. She had it in her mind to give him a blowjob, and she wouldn’t let it go until she got her way.

“There’s no making you understand, is there?” he asked softly.

She shook her head.

“And after I come in your mouth, you’ll be
forgiven?”

Her eyes went wide. “You’re gonna come in my mouth?” she breathed.

He nodded, grinning.

“Well
, now wait a minute,” she said uncertainly. “I thought maybe I’d stop right before you came, and you can just do it all over your stomach or something.”

He shook his head. “That’s no fun.”

Cadence bit her lower lip. He watched her brows furrow and imagined her brain working overtime, trying to figure out how to at once be absolved of her sins and not take his come in her mouth. He burst out laughing.

“What?” she cried indignantly.

“Cadence, I won’t come in your mouth,” he said.

“No no, you can,” she replied. “I mean, I think you can.”

He sighed. “Do we even need to do this right now? I’m watching the championship.”

“You’
ll take a game over a blowjob?”

He debated
. Both were equally exciting because for one, his team was winning, and two, Cadence was a virgin blower. A virgin blower. Was that really all it took to get him rock hard? He felt the instant ache for her mouth on him and made a decision. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.

“Have at it,” he said, draping his arms on the back of the couch.

Cadence licked her lips and kneeled in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and looked up. She shrugged, waiting for further instruction.

“Why don’t you try licking the tip first,” he suggested.

She took a deep breath, leaned over, and ran her tongue over the head. He closed his eyes and realized in that second that her blowjob would be far more exciting than the game.

“Mark?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not expected to put your entire dick in my mouth, am I?”

“Sure you are,” he replied, and cracked open one eye. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, and he chuckled. “I’m kidding.”

“Phew!” she breathed. “Because I’d choke.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” he replied. “Now why don’t you put your tongue on me again.”

She leaned over once more and swirled her tongue over his head. She tasted the tiniest bit of salted precome and thought she was doing someth
ing right. She moved her hand farther down his shaft and took more of him in her mouth. Her teeth grazed his flesh, and he hissed.

“Watch the teeth,” he instructed.

“Sorry,” she mumbled with her mouth full.

Her hair hung forward, tickling his stomach, and he lifted it up and out of the way so he could watch her. She sat up suddenly.

“What do I do? Just, like, bob my head up and down?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “You can make it really wet and then stroke it with your hand. Right here.” He showed her by wrapping his hand around his penis right under the head. “Move your mouth on me in the same motion as your hand. That feels really good.”

She nodded and went to work, bobbing her head on him and inadvertently drooling in the process. He felt her throat constrict when she took too much of him in her mouth, and he thought he could come right then. She pulled back and coughed and spluttered.

“Tough, huh?” he asked, watching her wipe spit from her chin.

“This is no joke!” she said, and he laughed. “I’m serious, Mark! There’s a lot of stuff going on down there. My mouth already hurts.”

“Poor baby,” he replied
, stroking her cheek. “Now get to it.”

“Mark!” she squealed, slapping his thigh.

“Suck my cock, you little feral animal.”

She ran her fingernails down his thighs leaving faint white lines on his jeans.

“Exactly,” he whispered. “Feral.”

She grabbed his penis and squeezed. And then she looked at him surprised. She thought he’d yelp.

“Do it again,” he said.

She squeezed harder, staring up at him through wide eyes.

“Put your mouth on me.”

She bent to her work, sucking his dick like the feral creature he described, stroking him with her hand like he showed her, trying desperately to make him come before she got lockjaw. She never knew a blowjob could be so much work, and her most difficult task was teeth placement. She tried to keep them out of the way, but her mouth was tiny. Didn’t he know that? She thought she told him she had
four teeth removed because her mouth couldn’t hold all thirty-two. She was sure she told him.

Mark groaned as her lips moved up and down over his shaft. Her hand/mouth coordination wasn’
t exactly synced, but that wouldn’t keep him from coming. He helped her out once, but her timing was soon off again, and he rather enjoyed watching her clumsy job instead of instructing her. He didn’t want her to do it any other way. There was something completely animal about it—her mouth moving by instinct even if her hand couldn’t quite keep up.

He was there before he knew it.

“Cadence . . .”

“Mmmm?”

“Move.”

She wouldn’t. He didn’t know what she thought she had to prove, but he hadn’t
the time to figure it out. He exploded in her mouth a split second after choking out the words, “Tongue. Back!” She didn’t understand and squealed on his penis as he came in her. His semen hit the back of her throat, triggered her gag reflex, and she dry heaved then spit all over his jeans.

“Oh my God
, oh my God, oh my God,” she said, semen dripping from the corner of her lips. “I’m so grossed out!”

Mark burst out laughing.

“Mark! Oh my God! That’s so disgusting! Why didn’t you tell me??”

“I tried,” he argued. “I said to put your tongue back.”

Cadence shook her head. “How am I supposed to know what that means?”

He stared at the bit of semen that collected in the corner of her mouth—the bit that did
n’t make its way down her chin.

“Lick your lips,” he said.

Her little pink tongue darted out and swiped the corners of her lips. She swallowed then looked at him with pathetic desperation.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said. “Next time you’re gonna be naked when you blow me.”

“Next time?” she replied. “Yeah right.”

He chuckled and reached for the tissues, pulling out several to clean his jeans.

“You can’t give me something so amazing and then take it back. I’m spoiled now. I’m gonna expect a blowjob all the time.”

She considered this. “Fine. But you can’t come in my mouth.”

“Sure thing.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “You
will
tell me when you’re about to come, right?”

“Of course.” His eyes glinted with mischievousness.

“I mean it, Mark,” she warned.

“Oh, I know.” He zipped and buttoned his jeans.

“Good,” she replied. “Now put your head between my legs and make me come.”

That shocked and
delighted him. He loved when she talked dirty. It was a rare treat. He attributed it to the blowjob.

“Say something else,” he ordered, pushing her onto the couch. He grabbed her pants and yanked them off.

“I want your tongue on my pussy,” she said, and giggled.

“Don’t laugh,” Mark replied. “Be serious when you say it.”

She giggled more while he slipped off her panties.

“Spread those legs,” he said. “And give me something good.”

She shot up suddenly and pressed her lips to his ear.

“I want your mouth on my pussy, and I want you to eat me until I come. And you better do a fucking good job. Got it?”

She leaned back and curled her lips into a sultry grin. She spread her legs and nestled into the couch. He watched her in utter fascination, mouth hanging slightly open in disbelief.

“Now get to it,
” she said.

He dove right in.

***

Cadence and Oliver sat on a familiar bench inside a familiar skate park. They watched a group of young boys practicing tricks, flipping their boards and crashing to the ground in intervals. Cadence thought she could time it—start the ticking of a metronome and watch them fall and stand back up in perfect syncopation.

“What was I thinking?” Oliver asked.

“About?”

“Letting Charlie drive.”

Cadence was quiet for a moment. “Oliver, you weren’t in any condition to tell him not to drive. You can’t put that on yourself.”

“But I feel like I killed him. I mean, how do I answer to God for that?” he asked.

Cadence bit the inside of her lip. “I thought you didn’t believe in God.”

“I do,” he replied. “I always have. Doesn’t mean I’m not angry with him, but I do believe in him.”

Silence.

“Why do we feel like we’re invincible?” Oliver asked.

“Good word.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “I know words, Cay. I’m not a freaking idiot.”

Cadence giggled. “Well, science tells us we feel that way because as teens, we use that part of our brain that’s most impulsive.”

“Hmmm.”

“And our brains don’t even fully develop until we’re twenty-five,” she went on.