After that night with no timer, something inside me broke open. I stopped caring about being careful. Ryan had turned me into a different person — someone who got wet just thinking about his c**k, someone who craved him every hour of the day.
We got reckless.
One Friday there was a house party at a friend’s place. Lena was there, drinking and dancing. Ryan pulled me into the downstairs bathroom and locked the door. No timer this time.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I dropped instantly, pulled his c**k out and took him deep into my mouth. I had been practicing — relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose. I sucked him sloppy and hungry, spit dripping down my chin while he gripped my hair and f****d my face. Someone knocked on the door but we didn’t stop. He came down my throat and I sw
