Chapter 8: Cumrag

For the next forty minutes, Candy remained on her knees, her lips and tongue moving softly ad attentively over Nick’s balls. The nearby high school’s staggered lunch periods meant a steady stream of teens came through from eleven until just after one, shifting the shop’s focus from coffee and pastries to candy and bright treats.

In brief pauses between customers, Nick and Candy exchanged soft words. But mostly, she stayed focused, savoring the taste and the feel of him. She felt a quiet satisfaction as she sucked, licked, and teased him, enjoying the way he’d twitch and squirm against her.

After the excitement of their encounter with Mrs. Garrison, and then Bethany, Candy enjoyed this peaceful, submissive intimacy. She could have stayed there forever, happily worshipping him with her mouth, feeling the weight and warmth of his cock against her face, the subtle shifts and pulses of his body beneath her tongue.

It was just before noon, when they heard footsteps moving through the upstairs apartment, that the spell was broken. Candy reluctantly pulled her mouth off Nick’s balls as they heard the shower turning on.

“Chrissy’s up,” she murmured, glancing at the ceiling.

She felt Nick’s cock twitch where it was resting against the top of her head. “What was that?” she asked.

“What was what?”

“Your cock moved,” she said, a small frown forming on her lips.

“Did it?” he murmured, his hand moving to the base of his cock, adjusting it so the length lay across the middle of her face. “Cocks do that, sometimes. They move.”

“I know, but I don’t love that mentioning my sister made yours move.”

He swatted her playfully on the top of the head with the shaft of his cock. “Don’t be a silly slut,” he chided. “You’re the one who mentioned Chrissy, and besides I’ve been in your mouth for almost an hour. I can’t be blamed for an involuntary twitch.”

Candy sighed, leaning her head against his thigh. She knew he was right, and yet she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had crept into her mind.

Nick’s hand moved slowly through her hair, stroking her softly. “Tell you what,” he offered. “How about you finish me off before your sister gets out of the shower.”

Candy glanced up at him, a concerned look on her face. “Nick...”

“Nick?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sir,” she corrected. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Chrissy could be down any minute. And she’ll be on this side of the counter. If she catches us ... well, I don’t know how she’ll react.”

“Then I guess you’d better be quick about it.”

Candy frowned. “I’m serious. If we get caught—”

“So am I,” he growled, his voice dropping into a deeper register.

Her stomach tightened, but she nodded. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to take care of him—she did. It was the thought of getting caught, the shame of it. It made her insides twist in a knot, but even that sick feeling of dread was somehow thrilling.

Candy let her tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing the ridge, then slid him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she began sucking gently.

Nick gave her head a firm pat. “Just in case you need a little encouragement, know I’ll punish you if you don’t get me off before Chrissy comes down.”

Candy whimpered, his words making her body pulse with a sick, twisted desire. At least there weren’t any customers in the shop. She closed her eyes and took him deep into her throat. She was still raw and tender, but she forced herself through the suffering. Her face fucking had been a learning experience, and now, despite the discomfort, Candy felt a strange satisfaction as her nose pressed against his pubes. Not that it was easy. Nick was large, and her gag reflex caused her to spasm around him. Saliva bubbled up, a string dribbling down her chin as she swallowed frantically.