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“You look fucking sexy like that.” I leant forward and sucked a ball into my mouth, the wrinkled skin hardening. I moved to the other and did the same, finally releasing it with a pop.

I honestly didn’t think we’d be doing this tonight. I thought when we got here, we’d talk, eat some food, maybe kiss a little. Having Mac’s dick in my mouth was a bonus I wasn’t expecting.

His cock bobbed before me, tempting me, encouraging me. I gripped it with my fist and slid the soft skin up and down, the foreskin gliding easily over the shaft, glistening from my saliva.

I licked the underside before swallowing him down again, taking him deep. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t done this before, just not on a real-life cock, and fuck, it was so much better than I’d anticipated.

He clutched the fabric of the sofa as he grunted and groaned, his head going from side to side with what I hoped was ecstasy. Was he enjoying this as much as I was?

I played with his balls as I moved my lips around him, sucking and licking until I knew he was close. Saliva dripped down my chin, loud slurps as I feasted on his delicious cock.

“Frankie, you should stop,” he murmured. “I’m gonna cum.”

I didn’t care and carried on gorging myself on him until his balls tightened and his cock pulsed, feeding me with his cum. I swallowed it down, not knowing what else to do with it, tasting the hot, sticky spunk as it slipped down my throat.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he groaned, and in hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have. There’d been no discussion beforehand, but we’d both been so intent on our passion, our emotions heightened, so in the moment that I’d swallowed his release without thought.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m sorry.” My desire deserted me. I scrambled to my feet and looked down at him, his softening cock now lying on his thigh, his eyes wide.

Fuck. What was I thinking? Heading to the bathroom, I ignored his call for me to come back and slammed the door behind me. I leant against the door, my breaths ragged, and wiped at my mouth, the taste now bitter. I gagged, nauseous from what I’d done.

I banged my head with the heel of my hand. Stupid, Frankie. Fucking stupid Frankie. Why did I always fuck everything up? Why hadn't I stopped?

I turned on the tap and rinsed my mouth out, but the taste of him lingered on my tongue. I looked down at the wet patch on my hoodie and my jeans, the erection now non-existent.

That was one way to do it, I guess.

I heard movement outside the door, then a gentle knock. “Frankie. I didn’t mean it like that. Can we talk? Please don’t shut yourself away.”

“I’m using the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said. What else could I say and where could I go? We were in the middle of nowhere. I considered leaving through the bathroom window, but it was so small you couldn’t fit a kitten through it.

Instead, I sat on the toilet seat, contemplating my utter disregard for his instructions. Why hadn’t I listened?

Well, that was pretty obvious. I’d been so eager to please him that all logical thought had flown out of the window. But what happened now? I had to face him at some point, and I really didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face.

I had enough of that with Mum. I couldn’t bear to see it on Mac’s face.

“Frankie. Come on, let me in. I’m not mad.”

People said that all the time to get you to trust them, and then where did that leave you? With bruises and burns, that’s what. I knew all about that, but Mac differed from Brian. Kind, considerate. I’d said earlier I trusted him, and I did, so why was I reluctant to leave this safe zone and face him?

I left the sanctuary of the toilet seat and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, lips red and puffy. Fuck this shit and fuck Mac if he said anything. What were we anyway?

Time to pull up my big boy boxers and face the music.

I blew out a breath, stuck out my chest, and put my shoulders back. It was now or never.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MAC

Ileant against the doorjamb, my hand resting on the bathroom door. I reacted badly; I knew that, and the last thing I’d wanted to do was to upset him.

But I’d done just that.

“Frankie, please.” If he’d just let me explain.

Fuck…this had all gone totally tits up, and I was to blame, not him. I’d have waited there all night if I had to.