Page 27 of Rent: Paid in Full

“That’s right,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

I try not to be annoyed by the fact that my chest swells at his words. In fact, I try to block everything other than his cock out. That’s a mistake. Because without Miller attached to it, this cock is perfection. It’s the cock of dreams. My dreams. My wet dreams.

I keep my hand on him, moving it slowly as I take him into my mouth, little by little, a little deeper each time. His hips tense, and my free hand pushes his T-shirt up of its own volition. He gets the message, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor at my knees.

Fuck me. He’s beautiful.

Hard muscle, soft golden skin. I know that it’s soft now. I don’t have to wonder or imagine it because my hand, the one with its own mind, is roaming over the washboard of his abs, inching up toward his nipple, reveling in the silky smoothness of him and the flat hardness of his chest. Saliva fills my mouth and spills down his shaft.

“Mmm, oh yeah, nice and sloppy, just like that.” He drops a heavy hand on my shoulder and slides it to the back of my neck. I tense even though I actively try not to. “Give me lots of lips.” I do, making my lips soft, pouting, and dragging them gently over his swollen head. It makes him moan. He’s looking at me when he does it. Right in the eyes. His pupils are big black holes into his soul. His lips part and the sound finds the light. It’sa soft rumbling sound. A sound that would be sweet if it came from anyone else. He smiles when he does it. A big, goofy grin that shows a full constellation of teeth. It doesn’t fade when the sound does. It doesn’t get smaller. It gets bigger. It lights up his whole face. Even his eyes.

Fuck him.

Fuck him for looking at me like this.

And fuck him for making my dick so hard it hurts.

My jeans are unbearably tight. Constricting to the point of insanity. To the point that I can’t think of anything else. My hand drops, and I press the heel of my palm against my erection, gasping from the instant relief. It makes him smile more. Bigger. Sweeter. Worse.

I yank my hand off myself even though I suspect the loss of it could seriously harm me.

You’re not here for fun. You have a job to do,I remind myself.Keep working. I bob my head, filling my mouth with Miller until I feel him at the back of my throat. I work him over and over, gagging, almost choking. Earning my money.

I do it until my lips feel numb and oversensitive at the same time. Until my jaw aches and my eyes water. Until he says, “Swallow!”

His voice breaks something inside me open. It makes me come unstuck. Suffocating pressure gives way. The tightness around me and in me is ripped from me. Torn. Spilling out of me in a hot burst as the taste of Miller floods my senses.

I yank my mouth off him as soon as I’ve swallowed the last of him down. His abs are powerfully engaged, clenching in fits and starts as his dick pulses sporadically in my hand. His eyes haven’t left me the entire time. He gives me a sleepy smile, and for the first time, his smile and the look in his eyes match perfectly.

Oh, fuck this shit.

He looks happy. Miller looks unbearably happy.

That, along with the humiliation of having come in my pants, insights something dark and twisted inside me. I keep moving my hand, sliding it up and down Miller’s softening pole. I do it until he winces and sucks air in through clenched teeth.

I should stop.

I should definitely stop.

I don’t.

I jerk him three or four more times. His head flies back, and a thin, desperate wail leaves him. His eyes fly open, and he wrestles his flagging cock from my grip.

Once he’s shoved himself back in his pants and zipped up for added safety, he starts to laugh. A low, echoing sound enters my body from the ground and travels up. He leans forward while his laugh is still vibrating through me and cups my face in both hands, squeezing my cheeks just hard enough to squish my lips into a lopsided pucker.

The smile is still plastered all over his face, but his eyes have changed. The light in them dimmed back to their usual smirk.

“Totally worth it,” he says smugly.

With that, he’s on his feet, beating me to the bathroom. He leaves the door open, something I quickly realize isn’t an accident.

In addition to the shock, horror and disbelief rapidly descend on me. I find myself left in the most horrific predicament. I just came from having Miller fucking MacAvoy’s dick rammed down my throat, and there’s a growing wet spot between my legs.

Christ above.

What next?

The humiliation I feel is big and hot. It’s a real, living thing. It swells inside me until I feel pressure behind my eyes. Discomfort is everywhere. I feel shaky and sticky. Iamshaky and sticky. I glance around the room furtively, not moving until I have a plan.It takes a while because, if I’m totally honest, I’m not at my best right now. My thoughts are moving slowly, swimming toward me as if they’re moving through cotton wool.