Yet despite all that, I still found myself moving to him. I was only human, and I reassured myself that it didn’t mean anything if I helped him through tonight.
Plus, he was like crack, remember? And I admittedly wanted another hit.
His legs were spread for me, waiting. The position should have insulted me, but all I felt were aching tugs between my legs. Fuck, he looked incredible. All male. He could have been a model in some other life.
A really scary one.
I slowly dropped to my knees before him. My hands journeyed up his huge, muscled thighs. He looked down at me, and I met his gaze, studying the tense lines of his face, wondering what was wrong.
The simple caressing motion to his thighs began to harden him. I took his cock into both my hands, feeling it swell between my fingers. Soon, my fingers wouldn’t be able to touch. Soon, the look of his pleasured face would drive me fucking wild.
Leaning down, I spat at the head of his cock and used my saliva as a lubricant. I spread it around his cock and pumped him, riveted by the slippery feel of him.
“Your mouth, baby,” he demanded tightly.
I took him into my mouth, and he let out a long breath. His shoulders relaxed as I pumped him and sucked him. I knew the pace he liked. He’d showed me what it took to get him off. He liked the teasing. He liked the eye contact. He liked watching his cock disappear into my mouth.
He gently moved the hair falling over my face and bunched it up over my head. “Deeper now, sweetheart,” he groaned.
I took him as deep as I could go, and it wasn’t that far in. My mouth ached from how stretched it was trying to accommodate him, but his sounds spurred me on. I felt tingles travel to the pit of my belly. I felt the urge to caress the spot between my legs against his foot – anywhere to relieve the tension.
“Faster now,” he demanded. “Squeeze me.”
Surprised, I followed his instruction, aware now he just wanted to be sucked off without any teasing. There was no pleasure in this for him. He needed a weight lifted off his shoulders.
I quickened my pace, closing my eyes as I swirled my tongue along the tip of him. He tasted good and looked good. Everything about him was pleasing. I was not going to delude myself by thinking I’d ever find another godly cock in this life.
He’d ruined it for me, and that was strangely okay.
By how impossibly hard he was getting, I knew he was close to coming. I took him as deep as I could into my throat and massaged his balls. He cursed under his breath and his gaze went distant. He came hard, his fist in my hair tightening, his groans long and pained. His hips went up as he rode it out, pushing deeper still in my mouth, until I was struggling for air.
Then he let go of me and collapsed back onto the mattress. I released him from my mouth and watched his chest rise and fall. His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the ends.
He was still not okay.
“Nixon,” I whispered, worriedly.
He made no response.
I climbed up the bed and over him. With my legs bent on either side of him, I sat down on his still hard cock and stared down at him.
He looked back, not a single emotion leaking into his expression. It was peculiar seeing him so vacant. I didn’t like it. I wanted our old banter back.
“Talk to me,” I urged.
“About what?”
“Well, was that good for you?” I asked, cheekily, desperate to see a smile. “I can rim you next.”
His brows shot up. “Feeling kinky, Vix?”
“Yeah, your perversion’s been rubbing off on me.”
“Well, that would be a first for me.”
“Me too.”
His lips lifted just barely to one side. “I’m pretty sure I took all your firsts.”
I tapped my chin, pretending to think about it. “Well, I can think of several guys that I’ve taken to –”
My breath whooshed out of me as he flipped me over in one big swooping motion, until my back was on the mattress and he was looming over me. There was a wicked glint in his eye and a warning in his expression. “Now, be very careful what you say, Vixen.”
I swallowed a laugh, enjoying his reaction. “Oh? Why should I do that?”
“Because I’ll hunt down these boys and kill them.”
I bit the inside of my lip. “You want to know what’s fucked up, Nixon? I actually believe you would.”
He dropped his face to my neck and sucked fiercely at my skin. I squirmed, trying to get him to stop. “You’re going to mark me.”
“Good,” he murmured, licking up my throat now.
“Jerk.”
“You marked me with your nails. It’s only fair I mark you back.”
I protested. “Now, I apologized for that.”
He paused to look at me. “I’m sorry for leaving a hickey on your throat, baby.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I see what you did there.”
“Now we’re even.”
I pretended to look filthy at that. “You hurt me just now, you know.”
He let out a hard laugh. “Here we go.”
“What?”
“I hurt you again?”
“Yes.”
“You’re always hurting.”
I bit back my smile. “Because you’re rough on me.”
“Where are these bruises, Vix, that display all your pain?”
“They’re too deep to show.”
“That sounds like bullshit to me.”
“Well, it’s true.”
“Uh-huh.” His chest rumbled with laughter again. “Tell me where else it hurts.”
My cheeks heated as I spread my legs and grinded against his front. He looked amused, finally. Seeing his face glow made my heart hiccup in my chest. Like he was still my Nixon.
My saviour. A tiny voice whispered in the black void I’d done so well to ignore.
“Oh, no,” he said, playing along. “I hurt you down there, did I?”
I nodded. “I think you need to kiss it better.”
He kissed me fiercely, lapping his tongue against mine. He dragged a moan from me before he pulled away and began kissing down my body. I breathed hard, staring up at the ceiling now, awed by what his mouth was capable of. Just his lips on my skin and my body was on fire. He flipped my dress up and slid my panties down. His fingers grazed over my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmured, awed.
“Not wet for you, Nixon,” I said, panting.
“No?” He trailed his hot tongue up my slit. My hands shot out to his hair. I tugged fiercely at it as my body began to thrum. Oh, dear God.
“You think,” he started, his hot breaths at my centre, “if I sucked you hard enough, you’d scream my name?”
Heat bloomed from within me.
We played our roles to a tee. The familiarity of it melted me.
“I won’t say your name,” I told him with conviction, the challenge in my tone present. “It could be anyone’s mouth on my pussy, Nixon. You do nothing for me.”
I waited for his usual rebuttal. The tongue in cheek response before he pulled apart my words and proved me wrong, but it was utterly absent. The silence dragged, until I lifted my head and looked down at him. His eyes met mine, and instead of amusement in their depths, there was something else.