Asshole. I lower the zipper on his jeans, and his cock springs free. It’s big and thick and already swollen with a bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip.
"Take it; take all of it in."
My pussy clenches. I wrap my fingers about the base, then draw it into my mouth.
His entire body shudders. A feeling not unlike power courses through my veins. My toes curl. I’m giving him a blowjob. I don’t want to do it. Yet, I can’t help but be turned on. How can I be so turned on? Probably because he hasn’t let me come. That has to be the only explanation why my thigh muscles clench, why my nipples are so tight they seem to stab through my blouse, and why I squeeze my legs together as I lower my head and close my mouth around him.
His entire body stiffens. His muscles become an impenetrable mass of granite. I lick up the underside of his shaft, and he curses, "Fuck, Sparrow."
Now, a thrill of power courses through my veins. He might be holding my hair, but I’m the one with his balls in my grasp. Literally. And my touch affects him. He’s not impervious to me. He may be trying to punish me, but I have power over him, too. I cup his balls and his thigh muscles jump. His belly turns to iron. I pull back, then tilt my head and take him down my throat.
"Jesus, fuck!" He pulls on my hair, and the pinpricks of pain stutter down my spine. Moisture blooms in my core. I massage his balls and hum around the column of his cock.
A growl rips from his chest. The next second, he thrusts up and into my mouth, stabbing down the column of my throat. I gag. The breath whooshes out of him. He wraps the fingers of his free hand around my throat. "Look at me."
I manage to angle my head enough that I can glance up and into those haunting, mismatched eyes of his. We may be on opposite sides, but when it comes to speaking with our bodies, we have our own secret language. Tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. A nerve jumps at his jawline.
He hauls me back by my hair, enough that his cock is poised on my lips. Then he bares his teeth. "I’m going to fuck your face."
12
Cade
I push her down, watch as my dick disappears into her mouth, then pull her back. And again. Every time I tug her face forward, I feel the column of my shaft go down her throat.
"Do you know what it does to me to feel you choking on my cock?" I growl.
Her gaze widens. Her lips stretch around my girth. She squeezes down on my balls, and the pressure at the base of my spine folds in on itself.
"You feel so fucking good." I frown down at her. "You shouldn’t feel this good. This right. This tight. This everything."
Her green gaze turns to deep pools of emerald. My heart hitches. My breath oscillates up my throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t afford to be drawn to her. Can’t feel this...close. She’s only a hole—a gorgeous, very satisfying hole, but nevertheless, only a hole to fuck out my frustrations. So why does it feel so raw, so intimate, so very carnal to have my dick thicken and push against the walls of her throat?
I increase the intensity of my actions, bob her head down, then up, and again, and again, and again. Faster and faster. Until my breath comes in pants and sweat breaks out on my forehead and runs down my spine. Until drool slides from her mouth and coats my dick and her entire body jolts. An answering heat sears my veins.
It feels like my heart is filling my chest and expanding, until every part of me thrums with awareness. I tug on her hair; she raises her gaze to mine.
“I’m going to come and you’re going to take every drop like the good little slut you are,” I growl.
A whine spills from her lips. Her pupils dilate further, and fuck, that look of utter submission, that complete compliance that’s writ into every curve of her body tips me over. The tension at the base of my spine explodes, and I empty myself down her throat. She swallows, not breaking my gaze. My cock pulses once, twice, and not a drop escapes from her mouth. She sucks me off, milks me dry, and I swear she’s sucking my soul through my shaft.
I pull her off, then haul her up. I close my mouth around hers, and draw from her, and when she sags against me, it’s as if we’ve shared something more than just a blowjob. No. Absolutely not.
I tear my gaze off of her, and survey her flushed features. Then push her back into her seat.
"Go."
I turn to face out the window.
She doesn’t move for a few seconds, then draws in a shaky breath. "So that’s it. You intend to use me whenever you get the itch, and then discard me?"
"As you did me."
"I didn’t discard you. It’s just… At first, I didn’t know where you were. Later, I never worked up the courage to reach out to you, either. And I couldn’t ask Knight about you. We never spoke about you, Cade. You were the one topic that was off limits for the both of us. He thought I’d done wrong by you. I knew I’d done wrong by you. God knows, I was sorry for having made the call and asking you to come that day."
"And I came." I thrust out my chest. "I thought you were in trouble. You were my best friend’s sister, and I felt it was my responsibility to help you. I walked into the trap set for me. Sucker that I was."
Her features pale. "I’m so sorry, Cade. If I could go back and change everything, I would."
"But you can’t."
"Let me make it up to you." She swallows. "Please."
"Oh?" I turn to look at her. "You’d best up your skills at giving blowjobs then."
She stiffens. "That’s not fair. I heard how much you enjoyed it earlier."
"In the heat of the moment, maybe." I look her up and down. "I’ve had much better though. Also, since I have no more use for your holes at the moment, you’d best—" I wave my fingers toward the door.
She firms her lips. Then shoves the door open, steps out and slams it behind her. I wait until she’s inside the building, then zip up my pants, before driving in the direction of the 7A Club. JJ Kane invited me to join, and while I hadn’t been sure I’d need a club to hang out in, right now, it seems like the best place to go get drunk.
"Not for me." Declan holds his hand over his glass.
"Sure?" I narrow my gaze on him.
"I think you’ve had enough, as well," he murmurs.
I scoff, then pour the rest of the whiskey into my glass.
"How long have you been drinking?" He scowls.
"Since this morning." I hear my voice slur and shake my head to clear it.
"Fucking hell, King, and you call yourself an athlete?" Declan scolds.
"Yep. I’m a world-class athlete...at lifting my glass to my mouth." I slap the bottle on the table, then toss back the whiskey. The alcohol burns its way down my throat and hits my gut. A slow warmth infuses my limbs.
I made her give me a blow job. I enjoyed it, too. Then, I pretended otherwise to her. In fact, I implied to her that as far as giving blowjobs goes, her skills are below par. When did I sink this low? I reach for the glass in front of me, refill it, then chug down the contents. The liquor burns its way down my throat. It hits my stomach, setting off a warmth that travels to my extremities. Almost as hot as it felt to have her lips wrapped about my cock… To have her sucking on my shaft, curling her tongue around the sensitive crown, her fingers caressing my balls, her breath coming in pants as she sucked me off. Her chest rose and fell, and I felt my dick slide down her throat.