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Holy Mother of Pearl.
I’d purposely kept my eyes locked on his face, because, frankly, I was a little scared to get up close and personal with the thing that had lured me down to my knees. When I finally looked at his cock, curving beautifully up into his abdomen with the perfectly formed tip glistening, the heat pooling in me became almost painful.
That was one of the things about most guys that always left me shaking my head. They complained about blue balls like women had no clue what they were talking about, when we absolutely did. At least, I did. I’d been there more times than I would ever admit, taking care of myself after my “lover” had left me wanting.
I took hold of him gently and licked up the length of him. The rumble in his chest vibrated through me, and his hands clenched into fists at his side. I paused to make sure he was still looking at me, then grabbed his wrist with my free hand and moved it to the back of my head. The look on his face when I pulled my own hand away was fierce.
And a little terrifying.
Come on, Nev. This is not the time to chicken out.
I traced my tongue around the rim of his cock, testing his resolve, but aside from his fingers tangling in my hair, he didn’t move. He didn’t push or pull, and it was then that I was fully convinced I’d been wrong before;thiswas the hottest fucking thing ever.
It was also torture. I knew, without a doubt, taking the kind of pleasure I wanted to take was also going to leave me wallowing in that special kind of agony. I could feel it in my bones. But I still wanted to give him that pleasure, or take it from him, whichever way it worked.
That was the last thought that flickered through my mind before I wet my lips and took him in, reveling in the feel of my lips stretching around his girth. His hips twitched as I backed off and did it again, and again, pulling him in a little deeper each time, until he hit the barrier at the back of my throat.
His tortured moan sent another sharp thrill through me. How could I possibly feel so powerful when I was the one on my knees?
I moved slowly, alternating between sucking and licking, with one hand wrapped around the base of him, loving the way his abdominal muscles tensed when I pressed my tongue flat against the head and licked. It was a delicious reaction that sent my confidence soaring.
I glanced up, expecting to find him standing with his eyes closed and his head rolled back, but I was met with his fiery gaze still locked on me.
It was intoxicating to have him watching me like that, to see his reactions to the different swirls and flicks of my tongue. But after a few minutes of exploring and building him up, I was done playing. As much as I was enjoying the show, I wanted to take him over the edge.
I shifted a little higher on my knees and braced a hand on his hip, taking him in deep, and deeper, past my gag reflex until his cock filled my throat. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to breathe if he lost control and decided to hold me there. The strain of it made my eyes water and I backed off, digging my nails into his hip to keep myself anchored.
He was a lot to take in, in so many ways.
His fingers in my hair were tense and trembling, but he hadn’t made a single move to try to take over. He was fighting hard to let me have the control, and I felt the need to reward him for it. Or torture him with it.
Drunk with power. I finally understood that reference because I definitely felt more than a little tipsy.
Did he have some crazy, magical pheromones he hadn’t told me about? It would certainly be a great explanation for me acting the way I was, so utterly unlike myself.
Even if he did, I was enjoying the moment far too much to care.
I pulled back and covered his hand with mine, pressing it gently to the back of my head. “Show me.” I wanted to know what pace he wanted, what he needed to take him to the edge of ecstasy so I could send him tumbling over.
When I took him back into my mouth, tilting my head and opening my throat so I could swallow him almost to the base, his hand pressed ever-so-gently, nudging his cock deeper. The first little flutter of panic filled me, and fresh tears sprang to my eyes at the effort it took not to gag.
That was when it finally hit me just how stupid I was being.
What woman in her right mind would hand over that kind of trust to someone she’d only known a few days?
I pressed my head back, bracing for the resistance my suddenly panicked mind was sure I would find, but the pressure disappeared. His hand was still there, strong fingers still tangled in my hair, but he wasn’t forcing. I closed my eyes for a second, chest heaving, trying to temper the jolt of adrenaline that shot through me.
Way to pick the worst moment in the history of sex to have a little freak out.
I dared another look up, bracing myself for the disappointment I knew I would find staring back down at me. Instead, I was met with something closer to… admiration? Hook’s breathing was labored, coming in heavy, jagged bursts, but there wasn’t a hint of displeasure in sight.
Good lord, he is loving the shit out of this.
The fact that he was so clearly trying to give me what I wanted without hurting me was just one more point in his favor.
Gathering my courage, I sat up a little taller on my knees and licked the head of his cock lovingly before sucking him deep. Again, when I got nearly to the base, when my own natural limit had me pausing, he pressed gently. This time, I forced myself not to panic. I pulled back all the way to the tip and did it again.
The pressure on the back of my head increased a little, but not in a threatening way. If I wanted to pull away, I knew he wouldn’t try to stop me. That was all the incentive I needed to keep going.
