Page 192 of Unexpected Hero

There are speakers that pipe the noise from this room into the observation room. He’s being quiet because he knows I don’t want the voyeurs to realize I’m inexperienced.

“Can I have a kiss first, please?”

“You can have anything you want from me, sugar bear.”

My heart is going to explode if he keeps saying things like that to me. Stella warned me to go slow and hold back some of my heart. But I don’t think I’m capable of that.

He kisses me, soft and sweet, reassuring me with each stroke of his tongue. In this upside-down position, it’s a whole new experience. His lips feel different. His tongue delves into my mouth in new ways.

A random thought hits me. There’s so much I haven’t done sexually that even something as innocuous as an inverted kiss is a new experience.

And he’s hell-bent on making sure he claims every one of my firsts.He wasn’t kidding when he said that on the night we first made love.

When he pulls away, I beam at him like he’s handing me a dozen roses instead of preparing to fuck my throat while I dangle off the edge of a bed in a kink club with voyeurs on the other side of the glass.

“Open that mouth, sweet girl,” he says in a smoky tone, tugging my lips open with his thumbs.

My thighs press together as I open for him. He holds his cock by the base of the shaft and presses the tip against my extended tongue. After swirling it around a few times, he uses his free hand to adjust my neck.

He enters my mouth with a slow, gentle stroke.With so much about this encounter being new to me, his familiar taste is comforting.

“Good girl. Just like that,” he coos at me, sultry and low.

After retracting with the same deliberate tenderness, he slips forward again. “Perfect, baby. You’re doing perfectly. Just breathe through your nose.”

His words soothe me, wiping away all doubts and fears about my performance.

He thrusts again, a bit harder.My hands reach out behind him to grab his hamstrings like he told me. But I don’t pinch him. I’m not tapping out; I’m holding on.

“Fuck, baby. You have the most exquisite mouth.”

I’m internally beaming like the sun and preening for him. I had no idea I had a praise kink, but I sure as hell do. Definitely my number one. Something tells me James also has one, because he loves to heap affectionate words on me.

His strokes steadily increase in tempo and depth, and his balls occasionally graze my forehead and eyes. And he keeps right on lauding me through it.

“Be my good girl and open that throat for me.”

Melting. I’m melting into a puddle.

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I force my throat muscles to relax like he taught me. His next stroke goes deeper, drawing a slight gag from me. But it doesn’t bother me. Especially when he showers me with compliments.

“Mmm. Yes, sugar. Fuck. Just like that.”

I moan when he hits my throat the next time and am rewarded with a hiss of pleasure.

Time fades. All I can focus on is the velvety feel of his cock slipping over my tongue, teasing the entrance of my throat. My eyes water, and I gag a few times here and there. Each time I do, he pulls out completely and waits for me to signal I’m ready for more.

After a while, I stop gagging and start sucking with every deep pass, intentionally drawing him deeper. And the better I do, the more honeyed words he heaps on me.

One of his hands reaches under my jaw, and his thumb skims up and down the top of my neck. It strikes me as an odd place to caress me.

On his next downward thrust, I realize why his hand is there. As the head of his cock dives into my throat, he presses down on my neck with his hand. Essentially, he’s rubbing his dick from the outside of my throat.

His flattering words turn into a verbal essay of curse words and deep moans.

I’m beyond aroused by this whole fucking scene. The amount of lubrication coming out of me is absurd. If I weren’t holding on to the backs of his thighs, I’d likely slip off the bed.

It’s not just the blow job and the praise he’s pouring on me that has me lubed up like an oil slick. Rather, it’s knowing that someone is on the other side of the glass, watching me bring him to this point where he’s about to spill down my throat.

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