AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I hesitate. His head cocks.
“What are you going to do?”
A muscle in his cheek twitches. “Did you or did you not sign that contract?”
Dry mouthed, I nod and obediently lean back. Resting on my elbows and letting my knees fall apart. Without breaking eye contact, he tugs my sweatpants down around my knees.
Cool air washes over my legs and bumps rise on my skin. I’m not sure if they’re from the cold or from the way he’s looking at me.
He strips my pants off and rolls my socks up to my knees. His firm hands grip my thighs over the cuffs.
My heart hammers. It’s been a few years since I’ve been on the receiving end of oral. And I was telling him the truth when I said I hadn’t enjoyed it. Clint was rough and impatient. Trying to come from his tongue had been a uniquely frustrating experience.
Gerard presses my thighs apart. He leans in and his hot breath washes over my sex. My hands clench and my heart flutters.
His other hand slides up, gripping the back of my neck. He’s so big he can lift me across his forearm and eat me out at the same time. I sink into his grip. His hot breath scorches me and his tongue skims over my pussy.
Oh.
This isn’t in the same universe as what I’ve experienced before. He licks the outer edge of my sex and heat explodes. I have no anxiety about this the way I did the few times Clint did it. My brain is empty and the only place I can feel anything is between my legs.
My inner muscles clench. Wetness trickles into the cold air.
“Fuck, redbird,” he breathes.
All I can do is moan.
The tip of his tongue forces inside me. My hips buck, but he holds me down. Pushing his tongue into my sensitive openingalmost an inch. Making my eyes widen and a whimper force its way up.
I want to grip his hair and ride his face. But I have a pretty good idea of our dynamic and we’re not there yet. I know what he’s doing and I’m determined to pass his test. To show him I can be good for him.
I hold perfectly still. The sight of this big man, musclebound shoulders bent, face buried between my legs is enough to make me come. I hold off, trying to relax and breathe the orgasm back.
He’s too good at this. That itch of pleasure that signals my impending orgasm grows unbearable.
“I’m…I need to finish,” I whisper, barely audible.
“No,” he says.
A spark of annoyance moves through my chest and I squash it down. He spits on his fingers and eases one—the middle—into me. My eyes roll back. It fills me so well and I find my hips working. Riding his hand as his tongue laps over my swollen clit.
Oh God, I’m so close I can barely breathe. My hand flies up, bracing on the wall. My other hand grips his hair before I know what I’m doing.
He pulls back like I've burned him.
“Palms flat on the table,” he says.
He’s not angry, but I see that he’s dropping a boundary. Like a dog raising its hackles. Right away, I plant my hands on the table.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“Good,” he says. “Tell me when you’re right on the edge. Understood?”
I nod hard, desperate for his tongue on my pussy and the rasp of his jaw on the inside of my thigh. He goes back to work and I practically purr.
His fingers stroke that sweet spot inside me. His tongue moves in slow circles. Silence falls except for the wet sound of his fingers and my heavy breaths.
He brings me closer and closer. Working my pussy the way he works his cock. Decisively, with perfect rhythm, like he knows what the fuck he’s doing.
