Page 66 of InfraRed

But I also cannot deny I’ve thought about it. I’ve wondered how he tastes, curious how he would feel against my tongue. The thought makes me clench around nothing as liquid heat pools in my belly.

But fear overrides my desire.

He climbs off me and the bed, then grabs my ankle, pulling me until I’m standing too. His fingers grip my shirt, tugging it off of me, leaving me bare before him. Goosebumps erupt over my flesh as he drags his finger over my collarbone, his lips brushing my throat. “Do you think I don’t know you’ve never sucked cock before, baby?”

If I hate how inexperienced I am, I positively loathe how easily my fair skin gives away my embarrassment. “H-how…”

His teeth graze my ear, and I tremble. “One day I will tell you just how insane you made me. The lengths I went to so my touch was the only one you ever knew. You need to understand it was necessary because I would’ve killed anyone who touched you.” His hands grip my shoulders and press down. I fall to my knees as a violent shudder rips through me.

Every day he says or does something that I know should make me run, but instead, I’ve become a collector of red flags. Pretty soon, I’ll be drowning in a sea of them, and I don’t have the self-preservation to care.

Or maybe it’s self-preservation that makes me ignore the bright warnings. Because despite it all, with him, I feel safe.

He cups my chin, and I look at him from beneath my lashes. He strokes my mouth back and forth with his thumb as his tongue darts and glides over his lips. “This mouth is going to be so pretty wrapped around me.”

“What if I’m bad at it?”

“Not possible, baby. I’m a man. It doesn’t take a lot of skill to satisfy me.”

“But…”

He shoves his thumb between my lips, and I swirl my tongue and suck. An animalistic sound rumbles from him. “I’m obsessed with this pretty hole. There’s no way you’ll be anything but spectacular. Now, tell me the truth. You want to suck my dick, don’t you?”

Warm moisture flows down my thighs at his commanding tone. Fear and panic are replaced with the desire to please him. “I want you in my mouth.”

His dark lashes sweep his cheeks with lust as he caresses my face. “Such a good girl for me. Now, take me out.”

My hands tremble as I hook my thumbs into his waistband and shove them over his hips. His length, heavy with need, reaches for me.

He releases my face and grips himself, running his large palm over the head. “Look at you.” He strokes himself as his dark eyes trace every inch of me filled with lust and something I can’t name.

Or maybe I’m afraid to name it.

“On your knees for me, ready to learn what I like. Just remember, being on your knees for me doesn’t give me the power, Sunflower, because one word and I’ll fall on mine for you.”

My heart pounds in my chest as the words weave around me, tattooing themselves in my blood and marrow. A wave of emotion slams into me. I’ve struggled to accept or believe what he’s said—what he has proven time and again with his actionsuntil this very vulnerable moment. He wants me. Hechoosesme.

All hesitation leaves my body as I reach for him. He removes his hand, allowing me to wrap mine around him. Heavy and warm in my palm, I squeeze him firmly, unable to fully circle his girth. My movements are tentative as I stroke his bejeweled length, uncertain how to handle him. Sensing my trepidation, he wraps his hand over mine, applying more pressure. “Don’t be afraid of it. You won’t hurt me.”

I grip him harder, stroking him up and down, feeling him throb in my palm. A hiss escapes him when I rub the head.

“Why am I not in your mouth, baby?” he growls. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

My lips part, and he brushes the studded crown over the flat of my tongue. Another rumble spills from him as he slides between my lips. The giddy pleasure from his needy moans encourages me to take him deeper, but frustration gnaws at me when I can’t take him very far. I hear him chuckle, and I lift my eyes to him. “You’ll get there. Patience, baby.” He smiles, gripping my jaw as he slides back. I flick my tongue over the jewelry at the tip, earning another animalist sound.

His muscles tense beneath my palms. He’s allowing me to set the pace, but I feel his restraint slipping. With every bob of my head, I take him deeper, but it’s not enough. Not for me or him. I want him in the back of my throat.

I lift my eyes, a silent plea for him to take control. “You want me to fuck your mouth, baby? Make you my dirty little cum hole?” He asks, recognizing my request as he buries his hands in my hair. He tugs my hair back and lightly taps my face. “Loosen your jaw and relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. If it becomes too much, tap my leg.” When I only blink at him, heasks, “Understand?” and I nod.

His hips pull back until only the tip rests between my lips. My tongue darts out, tasting his salty pre-cum. He watches me with hungry intensity, biting his lip. His grip on my hair tightens, and his hips thrust forward. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag around his thick, heavy length. “Fuuuck, Sunflower,” he says as he pulls back and surges forward again, this time lingering as my throat constricts around him. “That’s it, baby. Choke on my cock.”

He thrusts in earnest, moving hard and fast in and out of my mouth. He scrapes my throat with each stroke until tears are streaming from my eyes, and my chest hurts. Spit and slobber drip down my chin as I try to breathe around him. It’s messy. I know there’s no way I can look attractive doing this, yet he stares at me like he’s thunderstruck.

The sounds he makes are feral. His muscles are like stone beneath my palms. Knowing I’m the reason for the look of tortured starvation in his eyes makes me wet—desperate and needy for release.

Feeling brave I slip a hand between my legs. My fingers brush my clit, making me moan around him. “Goddamn, baby, that’s feels so good. If watching you play with your needy clit while you suck me dry wasn’t so sexy, I’d make you stop. An apology isn’t supposed to be satisfying for the giver.” He scrapes my throat again, and it makes me gasp. “Looks like I’ll have to punish you after all, but first, come all over those pretty fingers for me.”

My lashes flutter closed as I circle my clit hard and fast. There’s no rhythm to my movements. He’s pumping in and out of my mouth so hard and fast that I can’t keep up.

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