“You sure?”
I nodded.
“Aight.”
I shifted to the edge of the mattress and lowered myself between his feet. The TV played low behind us, but I wasn’t paying attention to it anymore. Van kept one hand near the back of my neck while I wrapped both hands around him. He hissed through his teeth when I stroked him.
“Lee, quit playing.”
I looked up. “Who playing?”
I leaned in and took him into my mouth, and the breath Van pulled in above me told me I had finally shut his ass up. It lasted about two seconds before his hand slid into my hair, not rough, but firm enough that I felt the difference immediately.
“Slow down,” he said.
I looked up at him, and that was my mistake. Van’s eyes stayed on mine while I did what he said.
“Yeah. Like that.” His fingers tightened slightly in my hair. “Keep looking at me.”
I tried, even when my eyes started watering and I had to pull back for a second to catch my breath.
Van loosened his grip on my hair. “You good?”
I nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I’m good.”
A little smile touched his mouth. “Aight.”
See, this was the shit he didn’t advertise. Walking around all laid-back and normal when apparently there was a whole other Van underneath that shit.
I went back to what I was doing, and his hand settled in my hair again.
“Pretty as hell,” he murmured.
I glanced up at him.
“Yeah, you.” His voice stayed low. “Quit looking surprised.”
That did something to me I absolutely did not need happening while I was on my knees.
Van caught it too. “You like when I talk to you like that?”
I couldn’t exactly answer with my mouth busy.
He gave a quiet laugh. “Thought so.”
His hand tightened just enough to guide me, and I followed him.
“Right there,” he said. “That’s what I want.”
The low sound he made above me had me doing it again, and this time his head tipped back before his eyes came right back to mine.
“Mm-hmm. Don’t stop.”
So this motherfucker had been holding out on me. His breathing got heavier, and after a while the hand in my hair wasn’t quite as relaxed anymore.