Your mouth

Andrew’s hands in your hair tighten and you can feel his balls tighten under your hand too. With a final thrust, he pulls your head deep against him and holds you there as he shoots his load down your throat. Your body forces itself to swallow everything it can, a reaction to keep yourself from ****.

The tears in your eyes continue flowing down your cheeks as he pulls out. He leans his head against the wall above you and pants, keeping you trapped between the wall and his crotch. You look up, to see him staring down at you, a strange smile on his face.

Andrew pushes himself off the wall and squats down in front of you, so you two are eye level. He reaches out and brushes his thumb across your wet cheek. He looks at the tears on his thumb before licking it. Your eyes widen in disbelief while he hums in pleasure.

He leans forward and licks the trail of tears up your other cheek. When he pulls back he stares deeply into your eyes and gives you that weird smile again. “You have a gorgeous crying face, Jane.”

If you weren’t confused before you are now, but his next words cause fear to seize you.

“It makes me want to make you cry.”

Your stomach flips in terror.

“What?” you whimper.

He reaches out and caress your cheek. “I want to make you cry.” He says it again as if speaking to a child.

“Why?” you seriously are having a hard time breathing right now.

He smiled strangely again. “When I looked down and saw those tears on your face…” he shook his head in disbelief, as if he too couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard.”

You gulp. Shit. Was he crazy?

He grabs your arms and pulls you up with him. He looks around and grabs your shirt from the deck’s edge. He hands it to you and you tentavely take it. You wordlessly slip your shirt back on.

Was that it?

He made you orgasm and then he makes you swallow his cum and now you just move on like nothing happened?

You start to turn back to the house when Andrew grabs your arm and pulls you back to him. He kisses you harshly. When he pulls back he grins at you. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

With that he lets you go and casually walks back into the house.

You place a hand on your chest and take in a deep breath.

This wasn’t good. Not good at all.