“Fuck, sorry,” he says quickly. “Is that too much? Did it hurt?”
I lean up and shake my head, biting back a smile. “I like it when you pull my hair while I’m sucking your dick.”
His eyes widen as he stares at me. His chest heaves as he takes a breath. He leans up and kisses me, hard. His hand is still in my hair while we make out.
When we break apart, we’re both panting. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead against mine while he catches his breath.
“I’m not a delicate little doll,” I tease. “I can take a little roughness.”
He leans back and holds my gaze. “I just don’t want to do anything that crosses the line. I don’t want to make you feel unsafe or scared or…”
When he trails off, my brain puts it together. He doesn’t want to trigger me. He doesn’t want to do anything that reminds me of my ex.
Warmth pools in my chest, wrapping around my heart.
I cup his face in my hands. “I always feel safe and wanted with you, Blake. Always.”
That worried look in his eyes starts to fade.
I think about how shy and nervous I was when we first started fooling around—how different I am now. How comfortable I am with a little roughness in bed.
I should communicate that to Blake. It’s probably such a shock to see that shift in me.
“I like it when you pull my hair. I like it when you grab me hard. It turns me on so much. And I know you’d never hurt me.”
He looks relieved. “Never,” he rasps. “You’ll tell me if it ever gets to be too much?”
I nod. “Promise I will.”
I lower my mouth back down to his cock and tease the head with my tongue.
Above me, Blake grunts. Then he pulls me up by my hair and kisses me.
“Fuck, Briar. I can’t take this,” he grunts against my mouth.
“Take what?”
“How sweet and sexy and filthy you are.”
He leans back to look at me. The look in his crystal blue eyes is dazed. Like he’s in disbelief.
“You’re the perfect mix of innocent and dirty, and it’s driving me crazy.”
I smile and kiss him again.
I kiss down his ripped chest and settle back between his legs. When I take him back into my mouth, I feel like a goddess. Desired and beautiful and strangely powerful too.
This big, muscular man is falling apart in my mouth and my hand.
His grip on my hair tightens as I swallow the head of his dick. I pump the base of his shaft in my hand. He starts to guide me as I suck him, gently moving my head in a rhythm that he likes. I groan. Oh, wow. I like this a lot. I like how he’s using my mouth to get off.
“Babe, is this okay?” His voice is breathy and rough. I hum and nod.
I’m still not able to get him fully into my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He seems really turned on, actually, judging by all the desperate noises he’s making and how much he’s swearing.
“Oh, fuck, babe. I’m close.”
Just like last time, I don’t pull off. I stay right where I am as I jerk his shaft and suck on the head of his cock. He starts to move back a little, but I grip his ass cheek and hold him inside my mouth so he can’t move away.
