I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I just know that I want to do whatever I can to make this anxious, withdrawn man of mine come back to me.
“I want to make you feel good,” I tell him, hoping I sound more confident than I feel. “Tell me how.”
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You don’t have to –”
I stroke him through his jeans and bite my lip, letting him know without words that Iwantto.
“Okay,” he grits out. He closes his eyes, his eyelids fluttering, and I watch the internal war he wages with himself while he decides what to do. It’s like he can’t quite let himself believe in a good thing, and the realization makes my heart ache for him.
At my whispered “please,” his eyes snap open – and my Declan is back.
“On your knees, Elsie.”
His low command makes my breath hitch. I drop immediately, my bare knees hitting the tiled floor with a softthump.
Tucked away in the very back of the shop like we are, I know that if anybody walking by decides to look in the windows, they won’t be able to see us. Neither can anyone in the shop next door. Hidden from view with all the lights turned off, we’re in our own little world back here, even though it’s not yet dark outside.
Declan reaches over to flip the lock on the door that leads to the backyard. I haven’t locked the front doors, but I know that with the lights off, nobody will wander in.
Declan slides a hand into my hair, his thumb caressing my cheek while his eyes sweep over my face, and I melt into his touch. I’ve never been on my knees for a man before, but somehow, with Declan, it feels right. I can’t find it in me to feel shy or embarrassed.
Iwantto be here, completely at his mercy. I know he’ll take good care of me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
Though the shop is dark, I can still see the hungry gleam in his eyes. He’s a predator, a wild cat poised to strike. I think that makes me the helpless prey.
“You’re going to look even better with my cock in your mouth.”
I watch as he pops the button on his black jeans and pulls the zipper down. My hands ache to reach out and touch him, but I wait. Or I try to.
When he slides down the waistband of his black briefs and his cock springs free, I can’t help myself. I settle one hand on his muscular thigh and the other at the base of his shaft, leaning closerto take him into my mouth. The first slide of his dripping head into my waiting mouth has him gasping.
His hand in my hair grips tighter, spurring me on as I take him deeper, running my tongue along the underside of him as I go. He groans when he hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell, Elsie,” he mutters, just a little bit breathless. “You’re such a good girl. Dropping to your knees for me. Taking my cock into that sweet mouth.”
I practically melt under his praise, something I didn’t know I’d like before Declan came along. He probably picked up on it right from the start. I bet he knew long before I did that appealing to my people-pleasing tendencies with sweet, filthy words of praise would do it for me.
Declan sinks his other hand into my hair and gently guides my head back until just the salty tip of him rests on my tongue, then thrusts his hips forward and sinks back into my mouth, his cock bobbing against the back of my throat again. We work up a steady rhythm, though it’s mostly Declan setting the pace, his hands and hips taking control while I’m putty for him to mold and use as he pleases.
“So pretty while I fuck your face,” he murmurs. The words are filthy, but the look he gives me when his eyes meet mine is one of pure reverence. The hunger is there, but so is something else. Something softer. Sweeter.
His hands tighten in my hair and I can’t help it; I let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating around Declan’s cock.
“Fuck,” he grunts, the sound practically a shout in the quiet room. “I’m done playing nice,” he warns me. Before I have time to consider what he means by that, his hips take on a punishing pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat again and again. I slide both handsfrom his muscular thighs to his ass, squeezing and pulling him closer to me.
“Goddammit, Elsie,” he curses, tightening his grip on my hair again. It hurts, and my eyes immediately begin to water, but I don’t mind it. I welcome the pain like I welcome the sounds Declan’s making, the power I feel even when I’m the one on my knees before him. I relish the taste of him, the feel of his tight ass in my hands, the intrusion of his long, thick cock filling my mouth. I shift and feel the slide of wetness between my legs, my core aching for some kind of friction to take the edge off. I moan again and it’s Declan’s undoing.
“Elsie,” he groans again, holding my head in place with his cock absolutely buried in the back of my throat. I love the way he says my name. It’s half plea, half prayer, like a man worshiping at the altar of a god he’s only just discovered.
“Gonna need you to swallow for me, baby. I’m going to paint that pretty throat of yours.”
A second later, he does just that. I taste the saltiness of his release as his hips buck against my face. I swallow every drop, my nails digging into his skin while I hold him in place.
When his grip on my hair finally loosens, I lean back on my heels and release his cock from my mouth. It bobs in front of me, still half-hard, like he hasn’t quite had enough yet.
I look up and meet Declan’s eyes, and the hunger that still lingers in his dark irises makes me smile.
