She sucks Aaron's cock

Chloe's blood ran cold.

Edgar's demand echoed in her ears, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt sideways. She'd never done this before—not for Josh, not for anyone. The thought of it made her stomach clench. But then she felt Aaron's grip tighten on her waist, and she saw the desperation flickering in his eyes, silent and pleading.

He needs me, she thought. I said I would do this.

The classmates were watching with predatory anticipation. Edgar's grin stretched wider. "Come on, Chloe. Don't be shy."

She swallowed hard. Her throat felt like sandpaper.

Aaron's voice was barely a whisper. "Chloe..."

She met his gaze. In that moment, she made her choice.

She nodded.

The room erupted. Catcalls and crude laughter bounced off the walls as Chloe slowly lowered herself to her knees. The hardwood was unforgiving beneath her, and she was acutely aware of how exposed she felt—how small. Her fingers trembled as she reached for Aaron's waistband.

This is for Aaron, she told herself. Just get through this.

The zipper sounded impossibly loud in the quiet room.

Aaron's pants slid down, and Chloe found herself face-to-face with something she'd only ever heard described in hushed conversations with Lily. Her breath caught. He was bigger than she'd expected, pale and thick, already hard.

"Look at that," Edgar crowed. "She knows what she's doing."

She didn't. Not at all.

Chloe closed her eyes for a moment, gathering herself. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

The taste was strange—salty, slightly bitter, undeniably male. Her jaw stretched to accommodate him, and she tried to focus on the mechanics, on simply moving her lips up and down in a rhythm that seemed to satisfy the watching boys.

Don't think about Josh. Don't think about what he'd say.

But she couldn't help it. Josh had asked her for this before, and she'd always said no. It had felt too intimate, too degrading. And now here she was, doing it for someone she barely knew, in front of strangers who laughed and jeered like hyenas around a kill.

Aaron's hands found her hair. His fingers tangled in the blonde strands, and she felt him gently guide her movements. A soft groan escaped his lips—the first genuine sound he'd made since this started.

"That's it," one of the classmates goaded. "Take it deeper."

Chloe's eyes watered. She gagged slightly as Aaron pushed further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She **** herself to breathe through her nose, to keep going, to pretend this was just another task to complete.

Just finish this. Just make him finish.

Aaron's breathing grew ragged above her. She could feel him growing harder, larger, in her mouth. Her jaw ached. Her knees hurt. And still the comments kept coming—

"She's a natural."

"Knew she was a slut."

"Look at her go."

Heat crawled up her neck and face. Humiliation pressed down on her chest.

But through it all, Aaron's hands remained gentle in her hair. When she glanced up, his eyes were locked on hers, filled with gratitude and something that looked dangerously close to adoration.

He thinks this is real, she realized. He thinks I want this.

The thought made her stomach turn.

But she kept going.