No. That decision had been made even before Milo drove her to several of the best orgasms of her life. She knew she wanted the boys. Even if they hadn’t seduced her, Emilia was sure over the summer she would have fallen to their advances.
Jaxton’s fingers touched her chin. Lifted it. His phone was in his hand again, and she blinked. “Smile,” he whispered, and clicked a pair of pictures. She took the phone from him and stared at them. Her face was glazed. Utterly glazed. She dripped Jaxton like a fucking donut.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
Her throat worked. She should delete the pictures. She had the phone. She could take care of all the ones he’d taken earlier too. Her finger hovered over the trashcan button. Do it, her mind whispered. Delete it. End this madness.
Instead, her finger moved to the share button and she sent the pictures to her own phone. All of them. Without a word, she handed the phone back. Jaxton stared at her a long moment, a grin slowly spreading. When Emilia went to wipe her face with a handful of tissues, he caught her hand and shook his head. He pulled the tissues out of her hand, and extended two of her fingers before swiping them through the globs of come slowly rolling down her cheeks and neck. She got the idea, and cleaned herself off that way before staring him in the eyes and sucking it all down.
Two blowjobs down. Two to go.
Emilia kept a hand on his prick in order to keep better track of his recovery. Even with Jaxton’s youth, this was going to be a narrow thing. While she waited, she rolled her shoulders and shifted in her chair, trying to stretch as much as possible. Her leg hurt where the metal cut into it. There was no way she could do that position a second time. She was going to have to get back on her knees, but that meant more of a cramped space. A lose-lose situation, unless you were Jaxton.
Her eyes couldn’t focus on the screen. Instead, Emilia thought about the boys’ graduation party, thrown at her house. About seeing her four young men straddling that line between the boys they’d just been and the men they’d become. About the one beer she’d shared with them, maybe a mistake, but not one she’d take back. About her sweet Milo kissing her on the cheek, thanking her for always being there for them. About Jaxton plopping his graduation cap on her head and dancing with her. About Simon and Landon hugging it out, telling each other they’d always stay friends.
Jaxton was ready again. Emilia slipped off her seat, knelt between his legs one more time, and sucked him into her mouth for the third time in less than an hour.
This time, he controlled things. He swept up a fistful of her hair and drove her mouth deep down on him. Emilia made no effort to protest, to do anything but suck her son’s friend’s fat prick all the way down. Her dress rose up. Someone was fingering her pussy. Oh. It was her. She was doing this to herself.
The clock ticked, but Emilia thought nothing of it as her mouth and throat were used so basely. Her knees hurt, her legs were cramped, but she fingered herself nearly as hard as Milo had not so long ago, her breaths coming fast and hard when Jaxton wasn’t gagging her with his cock. Her free hand went to his balls, massaging them and teasing the sensitive flesh there. That got a big jump out of him, and he began to subtly lift his hips to fuck her face even harder.