“Keep telling me how good you feel, and I swear, I’ll do anything for you.”
“You’re dangerous, McKenna.”
“You like dangerous, becauseyouare dangerous.” My thumb drags over his lower lip. “I see past the pretending, beautiful. You’re just as fucked up as me.”
His eyes glint in the golden-hour light.
I think I’ve gone somewhere I wasn’t invited. The truth of him flashes up clear.
There you are. Whoever you pretend to be.
I lower my lashes, taking in every inch he’s offering me. My lips part and I take him deep, feeling the stretch as he fills my throat.
My hand works slow, my mouth fast, greedy and wet, humming filthy noises as I swallow him whole.
Warm, salty precum leaks onto my tongue. Little whimpers slip out of him as I tease the sensitive ridge of his head.
“Fuck, Sapph—”
His fingers twist in my hair, holding me in place, as he fucks my mouth with thrusts that grow rough, desperate, and out of sync.
Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t slow down. I give him everything.
And he’s close. I can tell by the way he’s praising me to the fucking heavens, by the way his body coils beneath me like the snake tattoo on his back. I tighten up, tongue working harder until he’s right on the edge.
I don’t let him fall. I hold him in that sweet, shaking second until his whole body turns taut with it.
“Ah, fuck, Sapph. Fuckfuck, I’m coming.”
In the span of a heartbeat, he does, spilling hot and fast, straight down my throat.
I try to swallow.
I don’t know how.
Too late. Fuck.
My throat spasms. Reflex yanks me back and I cough hard, gagging, eyes watering as I try to suck in air.
Yosh shoots up, hauling me by the shoulders, one hand flat on my chest, the other slamming between my shoulder blades.
“Breathe,” he says urgently. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
I cough again, wet, and ugly, like back home, when smoking a fresh batch of weed.
I finally get a real breath in, oxygen flowing freely into my lungs.
My body’s still shaking.
Yosh’s hand stays on my chest while his other rubs slow circles on my back, calming me until the panic clears.
Seeing the worry on his face makes embarrassment crawl under my skin.
“You okay?” he asks, another strong pat landing on my spine.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “Just… Fuck. Sorry.”
He pushes himself off the bed, fishing his shorts off the tiles.
