Page 89 of The Oath We Take

“Fuck,” he groans when I stop.

I chuckle at that as I turn him around and shove him one step back beneath the spray. In this intimate world of his shower, it’s easy to lose myself in him and pretend nothing exists outside these four walls. There are no men trying to extort me and others, there are no men running Atom off the road, there are no secrets from my father.

There is just me and him, and it’s all that matters.

I grip his chin, step up onto my toes, and tug his lips down to mine.

Atom respects my word and doesn’t move his hands, yet he kisses me in such a way, I feel as though he is wrapped around me.

“Let me,” he says against my mouth.

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

“I want to touch you, Em.”

“I know. I like that you’re being good and playing by the rules.”

He shakes his head softly. “There are no rules when it comes to you and me.”

I slip to my knees in front of him, my eyes on him the whole time. Red blotches of arousal mottle his chest, and his mouth is open as he breathes heavily.

Instead of reaching for his cock, I dip my head and run my tongue along the underside.

Atom’s head falls back. “Fuck, Em.”

I repeat the move, one long stroke that ends with a flick of the tiny piece of skin at the head.

Pre-cum drips from the tip, and I slide my tongue over it, licking it gently.

Atom lets out a feral groan, and I reward him by placing my hand on his shaft, gripping firmly, and stroking him as I take him into my mouth.

His eyes meet mine, and his hands break free of their unbounded hold to stroke my hair and cup my cheek as I work him over.

I let him continue for a minute, then say, “Hands, Mr. Addams.”

He quickly returns them behind his back.

I alternate between sucking hard and licking gently. Rubbing his head over my lips before tightening them to create friction as he surges back inside.

“Yeah, suck it hard like that, Em.”

He places his hand over mine, just long enough to encourage me to squeeze him even tighter than I was doing, then returns his hand behind his back.

“I really want to fuck your throat, Nurse Deeks.” His voice has dropped an octave, rougher than I’ve ever heard it.

I’ve never let anyone do that before, but I feel safe with this man. “Slowly.”

This time when I take him between my lips, I go past the point of comfort. When he reaches the back of my throat, I gag, and he groans.

The two things shouldn’t go together so perfectly, and yet, I feel myself getting wetter at the prospect of…more.

When I slide him out, I take a breath before doing it again. I try to relax the back of my throat, let it open like I’m about to take a large gulp of water, and ease his cock down farther. This time, my eyes water, but it’s easier. I only gag this time when I pull it out.

“Ah, fuck, Em. Feels so fucking good. Let me fuck it. Let me move, please.”

I look up at him, and the adoration I see in his eyes, the disbelief that we’re doing this, is enough. “Use me.”

Every feeling he has for me is etched in his expression as he slides his cock into my mouth and back towards my throat. I see the want and need and love and pride.

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