Page 130 of Theirs to Ruin

Rainbow sherbet? Really, Camille?

But Kage didn’t even acknowledge my words, just crushed his lips to mine again, a renewed urgency marking his movements. His kiss was the ignition, but my hand sliding into his pants was the fuel that set us aflame. The moment my fingers wrapped around his cock, we both moaned into each other's mouths. His thick girth and the feel of the metal bars along his cock sent a shock of sizzling pleasure through me. Wetness pooled between my legs.

Suddenly, Kage flipped our positions. Now I was on top, straddling him, my hands still on his cock. I continued to stroke him, my movements becoming surer with each of his guttural moans. The room grew smaller, the walls closing in as the tension between us stretched taut like a wire.

Just when I thought we would snap, his strong hands reached up, capturing mine and pulling them away from his body.

"If you’re going to fuck me with your mouth, do it." His voice was guttural, dominant. His command resonated through every fiber of my being. I was so excited to learn what he liked. What made him quiver, what made him lose control. But in the back of my head, I was nervous.

I’d never given anyone a blow job before.

What if I wasn’t good at it?

“Stop overthinking, Rebel,” Kage growled. “Use your mouth. Lots of spit. Get me wet. Kiss me, lick me, and suck me. Use your hands. Anything you do, I’ll love,”

I marveled at how easily he read my thoughts then moved down his body. When my lips finally met his cockhead, I sucked in a deep breath and closed my mouth over the tip. Even that took effort, but the moment I did, his hand found my hair, not pulling but guiding, a gentle yet firm touch that told me that I wasn’t some girl he’d forget almost as soon as he came. He truly cared about me, just like I cared about him.

Every complicated emotion I'd been harboring—the confusion, the tension, the longing—merged into a singular, powerful realization. I loved this man. It didn’t even scare me in that moment. I loved him. Nothing else mattered. There was only Kage and me.

After licking and sucking on him for a while, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. My tongue hit several rungs on his ladder before I sealed my lips around his cock. He groaned and I imagined how his cock would feel sliding into my wet pussy as I clenched around him.

I sucked harder before slowly pulling off him. Then, remembering what he’d said, I spit in my hand and startedjerking him off while I wrapped my tongue around his cockhead again.

“Jesus, you’re making me feel so damn good.”

Encouraged, I picked up one of his hands that he’d clenched into a fist by his side. When he relaxed his fingers, I placed his hand on my head. It was all the encouragement he needed. When I slid my mouth over his cock again he gave me a minute to suck him at my own pace before he gently forced more of him down my throat.

I moaned as his cock triggered the gag reflex at the back of my throat. He was so big I could only fit in half of his length.

“Breathe through your nose and try to relax your throat. Let me in.”

Eyes watering, I did as he said, forcing my throat muscles to relax, whimpering when he sank even deeper. I tasted something salty and I began to suck harder as I pumped him in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, despite my resistance, Kage pulled me off him. His chest heaved, and his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm close, Camille. Your choice. Finish me with your hand or I’m going to come in your mouth.” His voice was a gritty whisper filled with raw, untamed urgency that rattled me to my core.

"My choice is yours. Take what you want, Kage.” I don’t know where I got the courage to say it, but as soon as I did, I was glad. Something flickered in Kage’s eyes, a blend of mischief and raw, masculine energy that sent a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it."

Suddenly, his hand tightened in my hair. He thrust upwards into my mouth, driving in as far as I could take him, completely unguarded and primal. I gagged again. Fuck, it was intense—more than I'd anticipated. My teeth hit his metal bars and I had to open my mouth wider. I felt like I was on fire, my skin hypersensitive, and my own arousal reaching a tipping point.

As he moaned gutturally, a primal sound that seemed to reverberate through the very fibers of my being, he climaxed. Warm fluid filled my mouth—much more than I was expecting. I lapped it up, swallowing down every last bit of his cum, sucking him until he physically couldn’t give anymore.

Breathing heavily, I released him and moved up his body. I crawled into his arms, nestling into the warm crevice between his arm and his chest. Every inch of me was tingling, alive in a way that both exhilarated and terrified me. Here, with Kage, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. And yet, the danger of it all, the recklessness of letting myself fall like this, suddenly began to weigh on me.

I wasn’t just playing with fire; I was walking into the flames.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he gasped. He shook his head and looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. “You’ve never done that before?”

“Nope.”

“Rebel, you’re a fucking natural. Your mouth is the eighth fucking wonder of the world.”

I laughed softly, tucking my head under his chin. "Of course you’d say that now.”

He hugged me tight. “Yeah? Then how come I told my brother that’s what you were when I last saw him?”

I stiffened, certain he was kidding, but he didn’t laugh or take the words back.

Slowly, he stroked my hair until my eyelids started to droop.

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