Page 77 of Crushed By Love

I choke on my giggle. “I’m being serious.”

He stares at me, his voice going hoarse in that way that it only does when he’s turned on. Already I can see his cock growing under his boxers. “Alright then, but I’m going to teach you how to do it right.”

He likes this dynamic and I have to admit I do as well. If I’m going to learn these things, I’m glad it’s with someone I’m so attracted to. I wish there was love between us too, but that’s scary and having sex for the first time has been scary enough.

God, he’s so pretty. He’s gazing at me with those lovely ocean eyes and his dark hair is a tousled mess from all the sex. His skin is flawless and his muscles go on for days. Everything about his body could be plucked straight from my wildest fantasies. But his wicked mouth? The sexy things that come out of it? The way he commands me during sex while also making me feel like I’m a goddess in my own right? It’s the hottest thing about him.

“Yes, sir,” I say and he grins.

“Get on your knees.” He points to the edge of the bed and I do as he wishes. He stands in between me and the bed, already hard. I’m in my bra and underwear and nothing else, and his eyes roam over my body as he palms his thick shaft. “On second thought, take off your bra.”

“And my underwear?” I bat my eyelashes, already slipping off the bra, my breasts feeling heavier than they used to. I haven’t gained weight this summer but sex has a way of making them ache. I’m more aware of them than I’ve ever been.

“You can keep those on for now.” He runs his tongue along his teeth, roping me in with his gaze. “Now cup my balls with one hand, my dick with the other, and suck me into your mouth, using your tongue more than your teeth.”

He’s talking me through this and honestly, I’m grateful. The details make me blush but also cause liquid heat to pool in my underwear, my body already aching for more. But this isn’t about my release—it’s about his. His eyes go from clear to hazy when I take hold of him and it urges me on. I pump his cock once and then slip the dark swollen tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. I run my other hand along his sack and he releases a slow hiss.

“That’s it.” He fists my hair and urges my mouth down to take him deeper. I taste his warm flesh and the slick precum, finding I don’t mind it. I actually love how in control I’m becoming. I’ve literally got the man by the balls and I’m giving him exactly what he wants, coaxing pleasure from him in a way I haven’t done yet.

“Suck,” he demands on a rasp, and I do, taking him even deeper into my mouth. He’s so large but I hollow out my cheeks and relax my tongue, letting it dance softly against the underside of his cock. And then I squeeze a little tighter with my other hand.

“Fuck!” He growls, and begins thrusting his hips.

Tears sting my eyes and he’s moving faster, fucking my mouth.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, so I drop a hand to my underwear and slide it inside, pressing the spot that sends my toes curling. It’s not like I’ve never touched myself before, but doing it right now feels so much better than any time before. Ethan has fast become my sexual awakening and I arch my back and take him deeper, opening my throat for him.

“Fuck,” he’s cussing again. “Arden.”

He’s losing control and my gag reflex is resisting. I’m trying not to choke, but I refuse to pull away either. I don’t want to stop him. Whatever he wants, I’ve surrendered to it.

“I don’t need to teach you a damn thing,” he says through a wry grin. “You’re a natural.”

I mean . . . turns out giving head is not that hard, but okay, I’ll take the compliment. I smile, a little laugh coming up my throat, and he fists my scalp harder.

He’s normally a quiet man.

But not during sex, and give the man a blow job and he becomes a talker, telling me how good I am, how good it feels, how much he likes it, likes me.

“I’m going to come soon,” he hisses, and a little pang of fear urges me to pull back but I don’t. He’s going to come down my throat and I’m going to let him, even though the thought of it isn’t as sexy as I imagined it would be when I first got down on my knees. He says I’m a natural, but I’m really not. This is all so new for me.

I suck harder, swirl my tongue, and relax even more. I have to prove to myself that I can do this. I want to do this. And at the same time, I’m pumping my fingers against myself and coaxing out my own orgasm. It makes the whole experience so much easier and just as I’m about to explode, he’s pulling his cock from my mouth and releasing himself on my chest.

His eyes are glassy and his expression is almost stunned as he stares at my exposed breasts. They’re heavy and my nipples are hard, everything covered in his seed.

Is this hot or gross? I’m not sure yet.

“Fucking mine,” he whispers to himself, his voice like gravel.

Oh yeah, it’s hot.

He picks me up, tossing me onto the bed, and tearing my scrap of panties from my jelly-like legs in one delft move. He wastes no time hitching my legs over his shoulders and sinking his mouth into my slick flesh. I arch into him, calling his name as my release washes over me in frenzied waves.

He’s right. I am his.

I’m his and as terrifying as that is, I’ve never been happier.

Thirty-One

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