Page 717 of End Game

Ronan's hand moves to his belt.

He undoes it himself.

Slow enough that I can follow every motion.

Belt.

Button.

Zipper.

He reaches inside and frees his cock.

My mouth goes dry.

Fuck.

He looks down at me. “Hands on your thighs.”

I obey. “Yes, Sir.”

His expression changes slightly.

He shifts forward enough that he's within reach. “Open.”

I do.

He guides himself to my lips.

I take him in.

Slow.

Careful.

His breath changes above me.

That's it.

That's all.

But I feel it like praise.

His hand comes toward my head.

Stops.

“I'm going to touch your hair.”

My chest aches.

I nod slightly, not wanting to take my mouth off him.

His fingers slide into my hair.

Not tight.

Grounding both of us.