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“It’s about us,” she assured me, pulling free of my grip as her spare hand slapped down on my hip. I made a sound of protest as she dropped to her knees, but it was her look upwards that stopped me from saying another thing. “I’m not sure of how much I’m going to be able to swallow of this, but…” Her wild grin was everything. “I’m willing to find out.”

What could I do but cup the back of her head with reverence as she licked a stripe up the length of my dick?

Chapter 40

Imogen

I thought I hated giving head.

Previously, it’d always been attempts to push me deeper, the sounds of my gags, my frantic efforts to pull away only met with laughter, especially when I was gasping, my eyes bleary. Apparently, I needed to do it with the right guy. I mean, I saw it, felt Lucas’ length in my hand, and suddenly there was no other way to tackle it. That girth made clear I wouldn’t get much down my throat, but I wanted to know exactly how far I’d get. It was with his hiss of pleasure, the way his breath caught in his chest and stayed there, his heart fluttering like a caged bird, I was willing to bet–this time I wasn’t having anything done to me. I was the one doing it.

Kissing the head with soft lips slick with saliva, just brushing them against the hard head that poked free of his foreskin. That groan, the way he held my head like it was precious, not a handle to drag me down deeper, was everything. His cock jumped in my hand as I licked a stripe up his length and before the saliva could dry, my mouth opened to admit his head. My tongue moved around and around, wetting him, caressing him, his cocktwitching in my palm at every pass. It was eager for more, and I was going to give it to him.

I was right, I didn’t get real far at all. My jaws strained with the effort of taking Lucas deeper, but the only way that was happening was if my teeth raked across his length. He didn’t seem to mind when I pulled back. Instead, his hips moved in tiny pulses in time with my bobbing head, then went perfectly still as I suctioned the end. Harder and harder, his groans grew louder, more guttural, salty precum coating my tongue as I imagined it. All of this thickness being forced somewhere much more intimate.

Mike knew I needed more than he had to give and that went further than emotionally. When I was a virgin, his smaller size was actually a blessing, but that quickly wore off. It felt like there were places inside me he just couldn’t hit, but Lucas? I looked up and then hummed, something that had his whole body stiffening. I suspect there was no way he could miss. That smug thought had my entire being thrumming, right up until the point his grip on my head tightened.

This was the moment where he failed. Where he decided his pleasure was all that mattered and he took it. Where he blew down my throat, then pulled back, tucking himself away, because when he had what he wanted, nothing else was important. I was so damn sure of that, so imagine my surprise when he pulled me free.

“Imogen, fuck… Fuck…”

I watched his cock throb in the air, then before I could think of what to do about that, I was picked up and set on an expansive, king size bed.

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded this, no longer the sweet geeky boy with the freckles. Instead, he’d been replaced by this hot-eyed demon who’s hand slid up my inner thigh. “Tell me you want this.”

As his hand covered my mound, a terrible heat began, something I’d never felt before. Hot, so hot, like I was made of honey, not flesh and blood, and to my shame, I felt a rush of something slick soak my crotch.

“Oh, I think you do.”

He seemed so damn sure of himself, that cocky smile transforming his face, right up until my hand slid down. I ringed my fingers around the base of his cock and gave it an experimental squeeze.

“About as much as you do.”

“That much, huh?” He tried for humour and instead just sounded destroyed, naked desire replacing that smile. “More than anything. More than you want your next breath.” That smile was back, but it was a small, lopsided one now. “More than a mint copy of Action Comics #1.”

“Definitely more than that,” I said with a nod, but whatever else I was thinking was torn away with my yoga pants and underwear, leaving me bare beneath him. I parted my thighs, ready to wrap them around his hips and drag him closer, but he had other ideas. Kisses rained their way down my belly until he settled here.

Fuck.

This was so damn different it was like a whole other experience. Lucas ate me like I tasted better than the roast lamb, sliding his tongue along my whole seam then using his thumbs to spread me wider. His tongue took possession of everything he revealed. Swirling around my clit until I was bucking up off the bed and into his mouth, then pressed between my thighs as he tried to work it up into me as far as it could go. The slick wiggle, the pressure of his jaw working had me squirming off the bed, but just as I felt that prickling feeling that told me I was about to come, I pulled him free. Lucas blinked, staring but not seeing me until I drew him closer.

“We need to come together,” I assured him and his head bent down to watch the way we fitted together, both of us letting out a strangled sound as the end of his cock grazed my entrance.

“Protection?” he asked, not letting himself be drawn closer.

“Oh shit…” I realised then that I posed a risk to him. I’d only had the one sexual partner, but could the same be said of Mike? “I got caught up. You’ve never done this. I should get tested first.”

“Imogen.” His warm tone drew my gaze up to meet his. “You can’t give me anything, but I… I’m assuming you’re not keen to have a baby?”

“Oh right. Implant.” I tapped my arm. “I made sure of that ages ago. No babies for me.” Well, at least not now. I was being some kind of feminine stereotype, imagining little blond-haired boys or girls with freckles across their noses, running after me as we played in a field of flowers, but I shook that little fantasy off. “So if you…”

Whatever I had to say was choked off as he pushed forward. Shit, shit, shit, there was no mistaking what was happening. My whole body was forced to flex, stretch, and open for him. Inch by inch, he worked himself back and forth, making clear I was right.

“Like this?” he grunted, seeking some sort of validation, but all I could do was moan. “Imogen?”

His cock was a heavy weight inside me and every pulse dragged against something that had me seeing stars, right up until he stopped.

“Imogen…”

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