Page 36 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
Duke’s hand ran through my hair again and settled onthe back of my head. Though he didn’t apply pressure to move me forward, it was enough encouragement that the last of my reservations melted away.
Salt burst across my tongue and musk filled my nose as I licked the head. It wasn’t as bad without my finger as the intermediary. It didn’t taste too different from skin. Which, of course, made perfect sense, since itwasskin. I didn’t know what I was expecting.
“Lily,” Duke interrupted my thoughts. His voice sounded… odd, strained in a way I hadn’t heard before. I took it as a good sign and ran my tongue around the head again.
“That’s good,” he praised me as he used his grip on my head to bring me closer.
The cold tile dug into my knees, but I hardly noticed as I brought my hand up to join Duke’s on his cock. It felt warm and smooth, like silk pulled tight over heated steel.
“Show me what you like,” I said when I pulled back. My hand sat right next to his and I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the sight. I couldn’t quite wrap my hand around him, and his larger hands next to mine made me feel delicate.
He let go of his cock and covered my hand, applying pressure and moving us up and down. I tried to memorize the feel of him, the exact amount of pressure, the speed that he moved so I could get it just right in the future.
“Take the head into your mouth,” he said.Commanded,a small voice in my head corrected. I rubbed my legs together at the tone, needing friction. I whimpered and then leaned forward again to take him into my mouth.
He hissed and changed my angle. I knew enough to keep my teeth to myself, but accomplishing that while still bringing him pleasure would take more time to learn than the thirty seconds I’ve been doing this. Rationally, I knewthis, but emotionally, I wanted to be so amazing right from the start that he never even thought of another woman again.
I’m not sure where that bit of jealousy came from. I’d never felt like that before for anyone, much less Duke, but then we were nothing like this. He had never been half naked on his knees before me with his cock in my mouth.
I squirmed more and brought my other hand up to his thigh while I sucked. Unsure of what else to do, I ran my tongue around the head and then swiped it along the slit where more pre-cum flowed. Straight from the source, it wasn’t so bad. Duke groaned when I followed the path again and circled his glans.
“Stroke me while you suck,” Duke said. He kept my head firmly in place. The illusion of losing control over my head, of being a tool for his pleasure, thrilled me. My core tightened, as if there was a direct line between it and that hand. If only he pulled just right, I might explode without being touched.
I mimicked the pressure and pace he had set earlier as I kept exploring him with my tongue. I didn’t realize my other hand had drifted from his thigh to his cock until I felt the prickles of his hair. I wanted nothing more than to explore him more, but I needed to see.
With one last suckle and circle around his head, I pulled my mouth off him. I watched as his foreskin moved along the shaft it encompassed and brought my hand to hover near his balls.
“Can I—can I touch them?” His gaze homed in on where my hands were touching him, like he needed to see it, as well.
“Yes.” His voice was lower than usual, full of gravel and too fast breaths.
Softly, I ran my finger along them until I met my other hand at his root.
“Cup them. Roll them around.”
I did as he bid, and then leaned down to lick along his cock, following a meandering path along his veins back to the head. His hips thrust forward before he caught himself and stilled for my exploration. I tried to meet his eyes, difficult to do from this angle, but his head was thrown back, leaning against the wall, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I took him back into my mouth and sucked while my hands kept up their work. Duke let out a sharp breath and his hand tightened into my hair again. I wondered what it would take to get him to lose control, to use his grip to push me down on him deep until I choked. I let out a small whimper at the thought. What the fuck was wrong with me?
The doorbell rang, startling me from my task and making us both jump.
“Shit,” he said when I wasn’t careful enough.
“Sorry. Oh, my god. Are you ok?” I sat there stupidly with my hand on his cock while the doorbell rang again.
“We forgot about the food.” I snatched my hands back and jumped to get it. “Stay here. Of course you will. You aren’t wearing pants.”
I ran from the room, not even remembering to wash my hands before I grabbed the food and slammed the door in the poor driver’s face. Hopefully, Duke tipped him well when he ordered.
Chapter Thirteen
Inever thought I’d be sitting bare-assed on Lily’s kitchen floor trying to catch my breath after an intense, albeit incomplete, blow job. One of the best of my life, interruption notwithstanding. Even the sting of her teeth when the doorbell startled her couldn’t quell my raging libido as long as she kneeled there in front of me, asking if she could touch me, lick me, suck me.
God dammit.
When I agreed to let Lily use me to explore her sexuality, I underestimated just how much it would cost me. I couldn’t stop this train now, though, and part of me didn’twantto.
Anders better follow through on his promise to kick my ass, because I wasn’t sure how I would ever go back to the way our friendship had been.
