Part 3

A week had passed since that horrible night with Tom - and I'd been doing my best to avoid him ever since. But now, here I was again... Waiting for Jack to come home so we could have our date night.

I was just about to call him when Tom emerged from the bathroom - his hair still wet from the shower and a towel wrapped low around his hips.

"Hey there," he greeted me with a smirk - clearly pleased to see me waiting in the living room. "Fancy meeting you here..."

I glared at him coldly - not even bothering to respond as I turned back towards the window. But Tom wasn't deterred by my silence...

"You know, I could really use some help drying off," he said casually - letting his towel slip a little lower on his hips. "My hands aren't exactly steady after a shower..."

I clenched my fists at my sides - fighting the urge to punch him right in his smug face. But I knew it wouldn't do any good... Not with Jack due home any minute now.

"So what do you say?" Tom pressed further - taking a step closer to me. "Want to help me out? For old times' sake?"

I hesitated for a moment - my mind racing with the possibilities of what might happen if I refused. But in the end, I knew I had ****...

"Fine," I bit through gritted teeth - pushing past him into the bathroom without another word.

As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, my eyes widened in shock - Tom's cock was already fully erect and pointing right at me.

I rolled my eyes in disgust - not even bothering to hide my reaction. This wasn't the first time I'd seen him like this... And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Seriously?" I scoffed out loud - grabbing a towel from the rack and roughly wiping it down his length without any gentleness or care.

The fabric caught on his sensitive skin - making him hiss out in pain but I just ignored him completely. Instead, I focused on getting through this task as quickly as possible.

But no matter how fast I moved, Tom seemed determined to draw things out for longer than necessary. He kept shifting his hips closer to me with each pass of the towel.

"You know," Tom said casually - his voice dripping with false innocence, "I think you missed a spot..."

He reached down to grab my wrist - guiding my hand lower until I was cupping the heavy weight of his balls.

"I mean... If you really want to do a thorough job," he continued with a smirk. "You should probably use your mouth too..."

I rolled my eyes at his predictable request - not even bothering to argue against it. After everything that had already happened between us, what was one more degrading act?

"It's nothing new," I muttered under my breath as I sank to my knees in front of him. "And it's certainly not any worse than what we've already done..."

With that thought in mind, I leaned forward and took Tom's cock into my mouth without hesitation - letting the familiar taste of him coat my tongue as I start sucking.

I focused on my task with grim determination - letting the motions of sucking Tom's cock become almost automatic as I fell into a steady rhythm.

The taste was still disgusting, but I'd grown accustomed to it over time. And at least this way, I could get it over with more quickly...

Before long, I could feel Tom's cock starting to throb and pulse inside my mouth - signaling that he was close to his release.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned out above me - fisting his hand in my hair as he held me in place. "Take it all like a good little slut..." And so I did. As soon as he started cumming, I swallowed every last drop without hesitation - not even bothering to pull back or resist in any way.

When it was finally over, I opened my mouth wide for him - showing off the sticky white evidence of what we'd just done before tilting my head back and gulping it down.

I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand - trying to erase any lingering traces of Tom's cum as I hurried out of the bathroom.

But even though I'd just done something so degrading, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over me. At least it was over now... And hopefully Jack would be home soon so we could put this whole thing behind us.

With that thought in mind, I made my way into the living room and sank down onto the couch - letting out a heavy sigh as I leaned back against the cushions.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes because the next thing I knew, Tom was sitting beside me - his arm draped casually across my shoulders as he leaned in close.

"Hey there," he murmured softly - his breath hot against my ear. "You look like you could use some cheering up..."

Before I could respond or pull away, his lips were on mine - kissing me deeply and passionately despite everything that had just happened between us. For a moment, I froze in shock - my mind reeling with the sheer audacity of what he was doing. But then, to my horror, I found myself kissing him back….

As Tom's lips moved against mine, I could feel his hand sliding down my body - cupping and squeezing at my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt.

But that wasn't what made me gasp out in shock... It was when his fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants to rub teasingly at the damp heat between my legs.

"I can feel how much you want this," he murmured against my mouth - his voice low and seductive as he pressed a finger inside me without any resistance from me. "You're so wet already..."

I bit back a moan - hating myself for how good it felt to have him touching me like this. But I couldn't deny the way my body was responding... The way it seemed to crave his touch despite everything.

"Please," I whimpered out - not even sure what exactly I was begging for anymore. For him to stop? Or for more? "We can't do this here... Not with Jack due home any minute..."

But Tom just chuckled darkly - clearly amused by my feeble protests as he started pumping his finger in and out of me at a steady pace.

"Don't worry," he assured me - his thumb rubbing tight circles over my clit. "I'll make sure re nicyou'e and ready for him... So that he doesn't suspect a thing..."

With a sudden movement, Tom flipped me over onto my stomach - pushing my face down into the cushions as he yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees.

"Fuck," he groaned out - his voice thick with desire as he buried his nose between my ass cheeks. "You smell so fucking good..."

I whimpered in embarrassment - trying to squirm away from him but his grip on my hips was too strong. Instead, I could only lay there helplessly as he inhaled deeply... Taking in the musky scent of my arousal.*

"And your pussy..." Tom continued - sliding a finger teasingly along the slick folds of my slit. "It's practically dripping for me already..."

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me - licking and sucking at every sensitive spot like a man possessed. He started slow at first... But it wasn't long before he was devouring me completely.

"Oh god," I gasped out - fisting my hands in the couch cushions as pleasure sparked through every nerve ending in my body.

I knew this was wrong... That I shouldn't be letting him do this to me... But it felt too good to stop. And deep down, I think a part of me had always craved his touch like this.

A few minutes later, I could feel Tom's cock pressing against my entrance - rubbing the hard length of him along my slit as he continued to eat me out.

"Please," I whimpered out - trying desperately to resist the urge to push back against him. "We can't... Not like this..." But even as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a lie. Because deep down, I wanted this just ash a much as he did... Maybe even more.

And so when Tom plunged his cock inside me with one hard thrust - stretching and filling me completely - I couldn't help but arch my back in pleasure...

"Yes," he groaned out above me - gripping my hips tightly as he started pumping in and out at a stedy apace. "Fuck yes... You're so tight..."

I bit back a moan - hating myself for how good it felt to have him inside me again. But there was no denying the way my body responded... The way it seemed to crave every inch of his thick cock.

"So fucking good," Tom panted out - picking up speed until he was slamming into me with abandon. "I'm going to fucking ruin you for him... Make you mine..."

As Tom continued to pound into me from behind, I couldn't help but let out a steady stream of whimpers and moans - my body shaking with the **** of his thrusts.

"Oh god," I gasped out - fisting my hands in the couch cushions as pleasure sparked through every nerve ending in my body. "Please... Please..."

I wasn't even sure what I was begging for anymore. For him to stop? Or for more? All I knew was that it felt too good... That I didn't want it to end. And apparently, Tom could sense how close I was getting... Because he suddenly reached around to rub tight circles over my clit - pushing me closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

"Yes," he growled out above me - his voice low and rough with desire. "Come on baby... Cum for me... Show me how much you fucking love this..."

I tried desperately to hold back... To resist the urge to let go completely. But it was no use. With a final cry of ecstasy, I came undone beneath him - my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

"Fuck yes," Tom groaned out - slamming into me one last time before spilling his hot seed deep inside me. "Take it all... Every last drop..."

As Tom filled me with his cum, I jerked forward in a shaking orgasm - my body convulsing with the **** of it as pleasure overwhelmed every sense.

"Yes," I whimpered out - clenching down hard around him as he continued to pump load after load inside me. "Oh god yes..."

When it was finally over, I collapsed face first into the cushions - panting heavily as I tried to catch my breath. But even as I lay there, I could feel Tom's cum starting to leak out of me... Dripping down my thighs in a warm, sticky trail.

"Fuck," he groaned out above me - rubbing his thumb teasingly along the mess before bringing it up to my lips. "Open up baby... Taste what we just made together..."

I hesitated for only a moment before parting my lips obediently - letting him slide his finger inside so that I could suck off our combined juices.

The taste was disgusting... But at the same time, there was something strangely satisfying about it too. About knowing that this was the proof of what we'd just done... What I'd let him do to me...