“But I want to be on my knees…” I wanted to try everything, at least a dozen times, before I discounted anything.
He unzipped his cargo pants and stepped out of them. “Then far be it for me to stop you. I just want you to know that everything you see on porn isn’t always realistic.”
I stared at his bobbing erection and sighed with excited anticipation. But I was nervous. I knew he wouldn’t be upset if I did it wrong, and after my banana lesson and watching porn, I had an idea of what I was doing, but it was more about pleasing him the way he always pleased me.
“You’ve touched me a thousand times,” he said softly. “Use your hand at first. It all feels good, love.”
I wrapped my hand around him. He was right, I’d done it more times than I could count since we’d started sleeping together, but this was different. It had never been in front of my face before. I rubbed my thumb over the tip, noting the drops of arousal seeping from it.
“Tastes a little salty,” he said. “But I never thought it was bad…and no, I’ve never sucked a guy’s dick, but I’ve kissed a woman who still had my come in her mouth.”
If I waited any longer, I would psych myself out, so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip and circled it with my tongue. He was right about the taste. A little salty, tangy, but not bad at all. In fact, I liked it. I took him a little deeper and his sharp intake of breath told me he liked it too.
“Goddamn, that’s sexy,” he growled.
I cut my eyes up to his and the look on his face as he watched me sucking him off made my panties a little damp. Maybe a lot damp.
I sucked harder, took him a little deeper, trying to figure out how women did this without choking. I loved the power I felt as I did it. I was in control, despite the fingers he’d dug into my hair, and when I hallowed out my cheeks, his groan was all the encouragement I needed.
“Touch me,” he whispered. “My balls, my legs…everywhere.”
I followed his direction, letting him guide me, and before long he was gliding in and out of my mouth, going a little deeper each time.
“Relax your throat,” he whispered. Then he pushed back further than he had before, and while I gagged a little, he pulled back before trying again. “That’s it, baby…just like that… Fuck, that’s perfect…fuck!”
It felt like he exploded inside of me, his semen dripping down my throat as I coughed around him. But I didn’t move, didn’t stop, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the other lightly squeezing his balls.
I was startled when he pulled out and immediately lifted me in his arms and tossed me on the bed.
“Time for me to reciprocate,” he whispered, kissing me.
32
Axel
Her first blow job wasn’t the homecoming I’d been expecting, but it was amazing. Fuck, she was amazing. The sex was un-fucking-believable but it was more than that. The way she’d tended to my sore ribs before anything else, her endearing shyness, even the fact that she’d practiced on a damn banana first so she wouldn’t disappoint me… I was in love for the first time in forever. Not since college, and even then, it was nothing like what I felt now. She’d very quickly become a major part of my world and as I watched her sleep that morning, it became abundantly clear we needed to have a talk about the future.
Not marriage- and baby-type stuff, but making the leap to officially move in together, teaching her to drive so she would have a modicum of independence, and what our future might look like going forward. Especially if we did get to the marriage and babies portion of the program. I’d wanted to keep things casual for a while, but we were past that already. Because of the nature of my work, and the nontraditional lifestyle I led, we had to talk about all those things.
“I like it better when you wake me up by going down on me,” she murmured. “Knowing you’re watching me sleep isn’t as much fun.”
I chuckled. “Then let’s do that.” I whipped off the sheet and moved down her naked body. It took me less than five minutes to make her come with my mouth and then I was inside of her, doing it all over again.
It was nearly an hour before we could breathe again and I dragged her into the shower. I should have been working out, but it wasn’t mandatory, and after being gone for seven days, I wanted to spend a little time with my girl.
My girl.
Damn, it rolled off the tongue like honey. Kind of like her pussy. I loved oral sex, but that had reached a new level with Solange too. Just like everything else when we were together.
“We leave for the school around nine,” she told me as she rinsed her hair. “What are your plans today?”
“The usual. Security briefing, some paperwork, see what’s going on. We brought a prisoner back with us last night that Sandor and Erik are dealing with this morning, so I’ll have to play it by ear.”
“You brought a prisoner here?”
“The leader of the Brat, Frederick Polat, and we caught him at the compound.”
Her eyes widened. “What will happen to him?”
“Initially, he’ll be treated like royalty, his wounds tended to, fed and cleaned up. Then he meets with Erik, Sandor and Daniil to try to figure out what the fuck the Brat think they’re doing. Depending on what happens, we have options. Worst case, he’ll be thrown in prison for all the shit they pulled in Vinake, but that’s the last choice because that might spark all kinds of retribution. Best case is he agrees to go elsewhere to make his money. Most likely, it’ll be somewhere in the middle. Erik is a pretty masterful negotiator, but these guys aren’t politicians—they’re thugs.”
“I wish I could listen in,” she said softly. “I’d love to hear how those types of things are worked out.”
I’d just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, but I glanced over at her. “Yeah? You’re interested in that kind of thing?”
“I don’t think I want to be a negotiator, but I’d love to see a serious negotiation play out in person.”
“I probably can’t make that happen this time, but you never know what the future holds.”
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, stepping out and taking a towel from me.
“Sure.” I headed to the sink to brush my teeth.
“Can you tell me what it’s like to be a Royal Protector?” She stood beside me at the sink, reaching for her own toothbrush and not looking at me.
“Sure. What do you want to know?” I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but I didn’t have any secrets about my work. Nothing currently going on was classified and she was part of our inner circle now anyway.
“I might want to be one,” she blurted out.
I stared at her in confusion. “You want to be…a Royal Protector?” I couldn’t fathom the idea. “Why?”
“Because it’s noble. Something I can do not just for myself, but for my country. My king.”
I really had no idea what to say. I was in no way prepared for this so I rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth, trying to think of how to respond.