Page 51 of Charming But Reckless

"Please," I begged.

He gave me that sexy smirk I'd seen him toss around. Only for me, it was even more heightening than when he was being casual at work. There was affection beneath it. And desire. A potency one could not fake.

"Please, Orion," I pleaded again when his hand remained still.

It was locked tight around my cock. I needed movement, friction, anything to get me past this yearning sensation I felt for him. It's a need that I couldn't fulfill on my own.

"As you wish," he said.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around me as his tongue swirled my crown. I closed my eyes tight and clamped my jaw. I bit off every curse and shout I wanted to let loose.

A slap to my thigh had me jolting them open a second later, though. "I want to hear you," Orion demanded.

I nodded, then loosened my muscles.

"That's it," he practically purred. "Let me know what you like."

With that instruction, he went back to focusing on my length. Then he proceeded to give me the best head I'd ever had in my life, not that there was much to compare it to, but still. I was swept away in the heat of it all.

My body couldn't figure out where to focus between the feeling of him wrapped around me, the wetness of his mouth, and the heavy look he gave as he worked.

I was helpless.

My orgasm surged forward quicker than I would have pictured, and Orion doubled down on his efforts, as if he could sense what was coming.

I didn't have the strength to use proper words to tell him. I was nothing but gasps and grunts, an animal standing before their mate desperate for more.

I felt wild.Unhinged.

He took me all the way to the base, his lips nestled in the short hairs there. My crown was squeezed by his throat as he swallowed right as his hand moved to cup my balls, and I was a goner.

Cum poured from me, spurting down his throat. He swallowed quickly, then waited until I stopped convulsing before he slowly pulled back.

His fist lazily stroked my softening cock as he grinned and licked his lips. "Delicious," he said, his voice teasing.

"Your turn," I panted.

But he shook his head. He stood much quicker than he had knelt and tugged me towards the shower.

"Let me pamper you first. Then we can come back to me."

"Pamper me?"

I didn't need pampering.

I needed him.

He wouldn't hear any of it, though. Instead, he turned on the shower and pulled us both inside. It was already warm, which only made me more frustrated about this entire house situation.

The man was far more well off than I could imagine. My old shower took me about fifteen minutes to get to a decent enough temperature so I didn't feel like I was a popsicle.

In typical Orion fashion, meaning his caregiver and protector mode, he went about cleaning me from head to toe. I watched as he lathered up a washcloth and scrubbed my face gently, then went over my neck and shoulders.

As he made his way down my body, I felt a calm settle over me. The excitement of the day and the adrenaline-fueled sexual tension from before had melted.

All I wanted was to be with him and to please him. Whatever that meant, I would do it.

When he finished cleaning me, I went to grab another washcloth he had brought in to return the favor. He shook his head and pointed to a bench that was recessed in one corner.

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