Her jaw starts to hurt

Her jaw throbbed.

Chloe had lost track of time—seconds, minutes, it all blurred together into a haze of sensation and sound. Her mouth ached, her knees burned against the hard floor, and still Aaron showed no sign of finishing. How much longer?

Desperation clawed at her chest. She needed this to end.

Her hand found Aaron's, and before she could second-guess herself, she guided it upward—under the fabric of her bra, toward her breast. The move was calculated, a way to push him over the edge faster.

Aaron's eyes flew open. His gaze locked onto hers, wide with surprise.

For a moment, the cruelty around them faded into static.

Then the jeering started up again. "She's really getting into it now!"

But something had shifted. Aaron's hand trembled against her skin, his fingers tentative and clumsy. He'd never done this before—she could tell. His touch was exploratory, almost reverent, as his palm cupped her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple, and despite everything, Chloe felt a traitorous spark of sensation.

She squeezed his hand. Just finish. Please.

Aaron seemed to understand. His breathing grew ragged, his hips moving faster now, pushing deeper into her mouth. The wet sounds of her lips around him filled the room, punctuated by the cruel laughter of boys who saw her as nothing more than a spectacle.

Edgar's voice cut through: "Look at him go. Aaron's really got her under control, doesn't he?"

Chloe's face burned.

Then Aaron's hand slipped free of her bra—and in the chaos of movement, the fabric shifted. Her breast spilled out, exposed to the dim light and the hungry stares of five teenage boys.

"Whoa, nice tits!"

The words barely registered. Chloe kept her focus on Aaron, on ending this, on surviving the moment. Her lips stretched around him, her jaw screaming in protest, when she felt his body tense.

His hands found her hair. His fingers tangled tight.

And then—

Warmth flooded her mouth. Salt and bitterness coated her tongue as Aaron groaned above her, his hips jerking forward. Chloe gagged, her throat constricting, but she **** herself to swallow. Once. Twice.

Just get through it.

When he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips, Chloe stayed frozen on her knees. Her chest heaved. Her exposed breast rose and fell with each ragged breath. The taste of him lingered on her tongue—bitter, strange, wrong.

She looked up at Aaron, searching his face.

His eyes were glassy, unfocused, still lost in the aftershock. No apology. No gratitude. Just the dazed expression of a boy who couldn't believe what had just happened.

The room erupted into laughter and crude applause.

"Swallowed it like a champ," someone said.

"Knew she was a slut."

Chloe's hands trembled as she tucked herself back into her bra. Her knees ached as she rose unsteadily to her feet. Aaron's release was warm in her stomach, a weight she couldn't shake.

She'd done it. She'd proven herself to his classmates.

But as she stood there, surrounded by sneering faces and the taste of shame on her tongue, Chloe couldn't help but wonder if the cost had been far too high.