Page 52 of Caged in Flames

Chapter Twenty Four

Iwake in a very warm bed.

There’s someone next to me and it takes a few minutes of blinking the sleep out of my eyes to remember how I ended the night. And who it ended with.

Gunner. His breathing is still steady beside. If I laid here long enough. I’m sure it could lure me back to sleep.

I clench my thighs thinking about last night. I want more.

Fuck it. I can try to blow his mind. I’ve never read about a single guy complaining about being woken up with morning head.

Turning over, I see the black ink decorating his back. He's lying on his side and I get the full view. After months of seeing peaks around the neck of his shirts, I finally get to see it. Pausing in my plans, I take a minute to admire the art.

It's magnificent. An angel falling from grace. I want to wake him and ask about it, but I don’t want to miss this chance.

Kissing around each of the feathers, I move my lips along his back and over to his rib cage. He rolls onto his back and I take the chance to straddle his legs. I can tell he's no longer in a deep sleep, but his eyes aren't open and he hasn't told me to stop.

I continue learning the pattern of every single dip on his abdomen.

Bitches love abs. And I am bitches.

Speeding up my stealth mission, I roll down his boxers and get a peek at his equipment.

Dear lord.

Part of me wants to get a ruler, the other part wants to practice Kegel exercises around the clock to prepare for when this thing absolutely destroys my vagina.

No time to think about this. I have a job to do. Or give.

Looking up at Gunner's relaxed face, I take the chance on a small little lick across the top of him.

His eyes open wide, but before he can protest, I swallow him whole.

"What the fuck?" melts into a delicious groan and he throws his head back.

Letting up on the suction, I run my tongue along his cock to get a good taste.

Honestly, it's not the best thing I've tasted on my tongue. But I get another groan so it's worth it.

"Baby, what are you doing?" He uses a hand to wrap my hair around it, moving it out of my face. Gunner watches me intensely.

"I thought this would be a fun way to wake you up." Shrugging, I get back to work and this time Gunner helps. He's not forcing himself down my throat, but he is applying enough pressure for me to understand what he likes.

He lets me continue for a few more minutes before I make myself swallow around his entire length.

"Nix." His hand pulls my hair hard, removing him from my mouth. The other hand grips my chin until I’m forced to look up at him. He's about to tell me to stop and I have no interest in letting him out of this room until he's come.

As I attempt to pull out of his hold, he pulls me up until we are face to face. The hand in my hair moving until it’s holding gently onto my throat. He drags my mouth to his for a kiss that is dirtier than anything I’ve ever had before. When he bites my bottom lip, I can feel the gush of liquid on my thighs.

"Your mouth is fucking heaven, baby girl. But I want a taste, too."

Wait. Does he want to taste himself? Because it was sexy when he did that to me last night, but I really don't want to try that whole jizz swap thing I've seen happen in porn videos. It's too many bodily fluids being exchanged and there is absolutely nothing hot about it.

My eyes are wide as I stare up at him. "Baby, sit on my fucking face while you swallow my dick."

Oh. Oh! Now this, I want to try.

With enthusiasm, I turn myself around and maneuver my core around over his head. He groans and bites my thigh, causing me to squirm. He grabs tight onto my ass cheeks as his tongue licks up the moisture on my thighs before it tracing over my clit. I’ve barely got my mouth on his dick when he starts fucking his tongue inside of me.

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