Page 122 of Drowning in Darkness

He shakes his head. “You are too good for me.”

“No, I’m just the right side of wrong for you.”

He unbuttons his jeans slowly, making me wait with bated breath. A flash of fear runs through me, worried that I’m going to freak out. If I do, he’ll never pursue whatever this is between us. I’ll never know what we could have been, and that would be a fucking tragedy.

“I’ve never felt so out of control as I do when I’m with you.”

“Same,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to his waist as he tugs down his black boxer briefs. Holy shit. I blink. Is he big, or is that normal? No, I’ve watched enough stuff online to know that he’s punching well above average. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I want you to use your tongue around my head. Get used to my taste.”

I lean forward, and his cock twitches, making me smile. It’s like it’s excited to see me. Which is true. I’m careful at first, swirling my tongue around the silky tip. I never realized how smooth a cock would be. Then my confidence grows, and I close my lips around him, letting his heavy weight sit on my tongue and the width stretch my mouth. It’s doable, but not easy.

He hisses as I take him a little deeper. Okay, the women from those videos must have training or their gag reflex removed, because they make it look easy.

“Look at me, Stephanie,” he growls.

My eyes sweep up his body and collide with his stormy-blue depths. “Good girl.” His thumb sweeps across my cheekbone. “Can you take me deeper?”

I lean back, releasing him with a pop. “I can damn well try.”

“Are you okay?”

I love that he’s checking in with me, but there’s no need. “If I’m not enjoying something,” I tap my knees on his boots. “I’ll use the bat signal.”

He grins. “You’re such a nerd.”

I shrug. “Life is too short to feel embarrassed about anything I love, including doing this. So stop stalling and put your cock back in my mouth.”

He blinks at my words. “How are you so perfect?”

I shrug. “No idea. But you aren’t going to get off standing there talking to me.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mutters before pushing his length into my mouth, his hand curling around my throat to hold me in place. Heat washes down my spine, and an empty throbbing need stirs deep. He watches me carefully as he breaches my throat for the first time. It’s overwhelming, and I choke. He groans, and I realize the squeeze must feel good. He slides free.

“What are you doing?” I gasp.

“You good?”

“Not now that you’ve stopped.”

He shakes his head, then rewards me with a thrust, faster and less tentative as he gains confidence in knowing this is something I want. My eyes water, tears slipping down my cheeks and making a mess.

“I’m not going to last, sweetheart. It feels too good.”

I’m both elated that I can make him lose control this fast and sad it’s about to be over. At least this round.

He steals my air in one beat and gives it back to me on another. It’s making my head spin and my panties wet.

“Where do you want it?” he asks.

I blink up at him and lean forward in silent demand. I want him inside me. To feel him come apart in my mouth. This is already hands down the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced or fantasized about.

His cock swells slightly, and he grips my neck tight and buries himself in my throat as he pulses. “Fuck,” he growls.

I swallow him down and wrestle with the instinctual fight my body puts up. He tastes like he smells. Spicy, musky, and fucking delicious.

He slips free from my mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva, and blinks down at me, our breaths ragged. He shakes his head, and I can see the metaphorical curtain falling, the way his demons win.