Page 23 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
A low hum resonates through his chest, and I suck in a breath, nearly dropping my empty glass.
“Will you let me do them now, I wonder?” With a mischievous grin, I slink around, grinding my body into his, relishing the stern, impassive reaction. His obvious restraint makes the thrill so much better than what I figure Geoff’s lust would inspire. Lust is boring. But Vadim? He’s unpredictable, proven to snap once pushed to his breaking point.
So Ipush, bracing my hand on his chest to urge him back, back, back until he has to sit on the edge of the bed, staring up at me with a questioning gaze.
“I wanted so badly to suck you off,” I announce, licking the rim of my glass for emphasis. From the corner of my eye, I watch him tense, his nostrils flaring, eyes narrowing. Holy crap. My inner thighs clench, and I fight to ignore the reaction. “I wanted to take you deep,” I add, intrigued as his breaths quicken in response. “So deep. I wanted to practice all the new skills I’ve read about. It wouldn’t have been perfect, but I’m sure it would have been good.” I’m still violating my wine glass shamelessly. I lick all the way around the rim and then swirl my tongue through the opening while holding his gaze. “Your size is impressive, but I’m sure I could have deepthroated you.”
He sits forward, flattening his hands over his knees, his legs parted ominously. “Kneel.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me so quickly I almost fan myself. Instead, I turn my back to him as I consider complying or crawling into bed and waiting for my hangover to kick in. All it takes is one look at him in the reflection on the window for me to bend—slowly—and set my glass on the floor.
When I stand and face him again, he’s still wearing the same hard, unreadable expression. But as I sidle over to him, a muscle in his jaw quirks.
“Kneel?” I parrot him innocently. “Like this?” Stopping short just beyond his reach, I sink gracefully to my knees, my head bowed. When I gather the nerve to peek at him, he’s unmoving, his eyes flashing. He’s too proud to even command me.
But there’s a distinct bulge tenting the front of his slacks, too tempting to resist, my pride be damned. I crawl to him, licking my lips in anticipation. When I finally come close enough to reach for the fastenings of his pants, he doesn’t shy away.
Trembling with the anticipation, I unwrap him with far more care than I did my present. I peel the fabric back slowly, all while squeezing slightly to test the hardness lurking beneath.
He grunts, sounding pained. His clenched teeth betray that he’s trying his damned hardest to suppress any noise at all. I’m not so composed.
“Gosh,” I murmur, once his cock is freed. “So, so pretty. So beautiful.” I kiss the smooth, bulbous end for emphasis—and I think Mr. Vadim nearly comes out of his skin.
That’s all I do at first—feather kisses up and down his length, the more of him I coax free. I even tease the ends of his piercing. He has his own unique taste that I find myself craving, tainted with remnants of me. Should be gross in theory, I suspect. In reality…
“We even taste good together,” I murmur to him, in case he was wondering. What a shame he can be such a dick. Mournfully, I flick my tongue along the underside of him, testing the give of the largest, pulsating vein surging beneath. I think I could come from this alone—exploring him lazily, drunk off both sex and wine.
But now it’s time for the finale. I honestly don’t know where to start—the women in pornos make it look so easy. Letting impulse guide me, I part my lips around the crown and swirl my tongue. But then it’s like the second my mouth closes over his shaft, instinct kicks in.
An electric impulse jolts down my spine, guiding my movements. Slow at first. Then harder, using my hand to pump his length where my mouth can’t reach. He hardens darn near instantly, thickening to make even taking his tip a struggle.
But I’m eager to keep going. Try harder. Please him as much as humanly possible. Because when he moans…
A choir of singing angels couldn’t compare to the sound. Nothing else in the world could ever come close to this man, grunting in pleasure, fisting his hands through my hair like he’s losing his mind just as rapidly as I am.
“Merde,” he swears throatily. “Je n’ai jamais...Fuck.”
Spurred on by the reaction, I lunge into him, taking him further. More. Deepthroating him isn’t an option, but maybe one day. I could learn to let him in, down my throat—and the mere idea of it sets me off like a match striking gasoline.
My fingers jab between my legs, seeking out my clit as I suck, caressing him with my tongue, urging him in wordless moans.
And then it happens. He goes rigid, his fingers practically tearing out my hair. His cock jerks against my lips, and then I feel it. Taste it.
His release, coming so quickly, he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.
Holy, freaking crap.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I work to swallow. But it’s too much.Heis too much. Excess dribbles down my chin, speckling my tits, and I’ve never felt filthier. And it feels so, darn, good to be filthy with him. Better than good.
And I could cry with the conflicting emotions washing through me as I back away from him, gasping for air. “See how good it can be when you give me what I want?” I tell him accusingly. “I give you what you need…”
Something he might contest, I realize once I meet his gaze. Rather than dazed with ecstasy, he looks so…angry. Furious, even. Color paints his elegant cheeks, tightening the corner of his mouth and enhancing the darkness of his irises.
Abruptly, he stands, letting his pants fall down to the floor. One by one, he kicks his legs to shed the garment completely, then he advances and palms my skull, sinking his fingers through my hair. A gentle tug warns me to rise along with him, craning my neck back. He forces my head near his, his breath fanning my lips. Tension builds the longer his dark eyes scour mine.
The good thing to do would be wait and see. But I can’t. His nearness feels so darn tempting. I’m the kid in the candy store all over again. Straining his grip, I stand on tiptoe and brush my lips over his. Again. He frowns, resisting me as I nudge his more firmly, urging them apart. Thinking quickly, I flick my tongue along his lower lip. Success. He opens his mouth, nipping me in return, and…
It’s sin.
