CHAPTER 196: CHEWED

Olivia chewed the inside of her lip, her hazel eyes sharp, calculating, searching his face for any crack in his facade.

"I don’t want... that thing in my mouth," she said, her voice firm but tinged with unease.

"Then what?" Lor leaned forward, tilting his head, his smirk tugging at her composure. "Your hand?"

Her jaw tightened, her thighs shifting faintly, the charcoal-gray pants clinging to their curves. "Yes. My hand. Why does it have to be a blowjob?"

"Come on, Olivia." His voice softened, teasing, his eyes locked on hers. "We’ve already done plenty of things. Haven’t we?"

Her flush deepened, a pink tinge creeping up her cheeks, her thighs squeezing together as if to deny the heat his words stirred.

The memory of their past encounters—his hands on her skin, her gasps as he licked her from below, her hips rubbing against his thick shaft—hung between them, unspoken but heavy.

"And I’ll return the favor," he added, his smile too confident, his voice a low promise. "You make me cum, I’ll make you cum once too."

For a long moment, her hazel eyes bored into his, fierce, searching for a weakness to exploit.

But her flush betrayed her, her breath quickening, her legs pressing tighter.

"Fine," she said, the word sharp, clipped, but it shifted the air, charged it with a new, electric tension.

She bent slowly, brushing her bob back with a trembling hand, dropping to one knee, then both.

The sight of her kneeling before him, her blouse straining, her hazel eyes glaring up with defiant heat, made Lor’s cock twitch in his trousers.

"Lay down," she muttered, looking aside, refusing to meet his smug grin.

"No," Lor said, his voice firm, authoritative. "It’s easier for you if I’m standing. First time—you’ll have better control. My cock horizontal is better."

Her head whipped up, eyes blazing. "Stop saying that shit like it’s normal!"

He grinned, unbuttoning his trousers with ease. "It will be."

Her glare lingered, but she adjusted, tucking her hair neatly behind her ear, her blouse pulling tighter as she straightened her posture.

Lor slid his trousers to his thighs, his cock springing free—thick, half-hard, already swelling with anticipation.

Olivia’s eyes flicked to it, just once, her flush deepening as she forced her lips into a scowl.

"Disgusting," she muttered, though her voice wavered.

"You’ll think differently soon," Lor said, his hand stroking the base slowly, making himself swell fully before her eyes, the tip glistening faintly.

"Just take it slow. Start with your hand if you want."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her hazel eyes sharp with defiance.

But her slender fingers lifted, hesitant, and wrapped around him, the oil she’d drizzled on her palm earlier making the glide smooth, slick.

Lor groaned softly, his cock twitching in her grip, the sensation sending a spark through him.

Her face burned crimson.

"Shut up," she snapped, her voice low, embarrassed.

He chuckled, resting a hand lightly on her head, fingers threading gently through her hair.

"Good grip. Stroke me first. Up and down."

She scowled but obeyed, her hand moving stiffly at first, the slick oil making his cock glisten, veins standing out as she worked him.

Lor’s breath deepened, his hips giving the slightest thrusts into her strokes, the heat building low in his belly.

"See? Already natural."

Her hazel eyes flicked up, cold but wavering, her thighs pressing together as if fighting the warmth spreading through her own body.

"Don’t push it," she muttered, but her hand sped up, her strokes smoother, more confident, the slick sounds filling the dusty room.

Lor groaned, his head tilting back, the pleasure sharp and steady.

"Now—your mouth. Just the tip. Taste it."

She froze, her hand stilling, her breath catching.

For a moment, he thought she’d refuse, but then, with a faint hiss through her nose, she leaned forward.

Her lips parted, and the warm, hesitant wetness of her mouth closed around his crown.

Lor exhaled hard, his hand tightening in her hair.

"Fuck..."

Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t pull back.

Her lips sealed just under the ridge of his cockhead, her hazel eyes glaring up at him, daring him to say another smug word. Lor smiled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Perfect."

She pulled back with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. "Not... perfect."

He smirked, undeterred. "Again."

Her jaw clenched, but she leaned forward, slower this time, her tongue brushing his tip before her lips slid down, taking him deeper.

The wet heat made Lor groan louder, his hips twitching despite himself.

She found a rhythm, her hand stroking in sync with her mouth, her expression cracking into fierce concentration.

Her other hand gripped her thigh, fingers digging in as if grounding herself against the illicit act, her thighs rubbing together, betraying her own arousal.

Lor’s moans echoed off the stone walls, low and rough, his cock throbbing between her lips as he guided her with gentle pressure on her hair. "You’re good, Olivia. Better than you think."

Her eyes shot up, defiant, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, as if to silence him. His knees trembled, his breath catching. "Fuck—keep doing that—"

She pulled off again, gasping, spit stringing from her lips to his cock, her cheeks flushed as she glared up at him. "Don’t tell me what to do."

Before he could reply, she dove back, taking him deeper, her determination burning in her eyes.

Lor groaned, one hand braced on a nearby desk, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

The wet sounds—slick strokes, soft suction, her muffled breaths—filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of chalk and dust.

Lor’s groans grew louder, his hand gripping her hair tighter, his hips moving with her rhythm.

The pleasure built, hot and unstoppable, his cock throbbing violently.

"Olivia—fuck—I’m close—"

Her eyes flashed up, daring, and she sucked harder, her hand tightening, moving in ruthless sync with her mouth.

Lor’s breath broke into a ragged moan as his climax hit, hot spurts spilling into her mouth.