“You’ve been running your hands all over me, and you think I’m just gonna sleep through it?”
I blush, but I don’t pull away.
His hand moves suddenly, fingers gripping my wrist, dragging my palm down his stomach, lower, lower, until?—
Oh, fuck.
His cock is thick, heavy, hard. I suck in a breath, my thighs squeezing together, my fingers twitching around his length. Hopper groans, his head tilting back slightly, his grip tightening on my wrist.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, voice gravelly, wrecked already. “That what you want?”
I swallow, licking my lips, heat pooling low in my belly. “Not just that. I want to taste you.”
His eyes darken, his entire body tensing beneath me.
“You sure?” His tone is low, knowing, like he’s already picturing it. Already imagining how I’ll look with his cock in my mouth. Already tasting him, swallowing.
I nod, breathless.
“I don’t know if you can take it,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my lips, pressing against the seam.
I part my lips, drawing his thumb in slowly, letting the heat of my mouth wrap around it. My tongue swirls over the pad, teasing, tasting, dragging out the moment until his breath hitches. I hollow my cheeks, sucking just enough to make his fingers twitch, his control fraying at the edges.
His eyes darken, fixed on me like I’ve just shattered whatever restraint he had left.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough with approval. “Look at you, taking me so perfectly.”
His free hand cups my jaw, his thumb pressing lightly at the hinge, coaxing me to take more, to keep going. “You’re so damn good at this,” he praises, his tone dipping into something deeper, something raw. “You like making me lose my mind, don’t you?
“Fuck,” he growls.
Then he yanks his thumb away, grips my hair, and pulls me down.
I slide down his body, the rough grip in my hair making me ache between my thighs, making my pulse race.
I settle between his legs, my fingers wrapping around his length, stroking slowly, teasing the thick, swollen head with my tongue.
Hopper’s breathing changes, his abs tightening, his fingers fisting the sheets for control.
“Fuck, Nys.” His voice is low, dangerous, so fucking turned on.
I swirl my tongue over the tip, licking away the salty pre-cum, getting my first taste of him.
And, God, I want more.
I wrap my lips around him, taking him in slowly, letting my mouth stretch around his thickness.
He’s too big, and I can’t take all of him—but I try. I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him deeper. Hopper groans, one hand still gripping my hair, guiding me, his hips lifting slightly.
“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking eager to take my cock.”
I moan around him, heat flooding my body, my thighs pressing together, aching for friction. He notices.
“Yeah, baby?” His grip tightens in my hair, pulling me up slightly, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You like sucking my cock?” he rasps.
I nod, licking my lips, my breath ragged.
He smirks. “Then do it right.”
