I grab onto his hips to steady myself. I'm right where I need to be, and, fuck, I need to do this.
He cups the back of my head with his hand. "Tell me what you want, princess."
I reach for his button.
"Say the words."
"That I want—"
He nodsyeah.
"I… I can't say that."
He nodsyou can.
My cheeks flush. It's one thing being here. Or following his orders. Or responding to his dirty talk.
Actually saying it?
Is that possible?
I look up at him. Hold his gaze for a second. It's too much, too intense.
My gaze shifts to the floor. It travels up his body. Strong legs and thighs, narrow hips, massive bulge.
It's so wrong that he's covered in jeans.
I need to undo them.
I need to unleash him.
I really, really need to taste him.
"Say it, princess."
"Chase—"
"You want to suck my cock?" It's only barely a question.
I nodyes.
"Then say it."
I look up at him, but that's a no go. Okay, I can do this. It's just a few words. A few super hot, incredibly dirty words unlike anything I've ever said before.
Deep breath.
Slow exhale.
Less thinking. No thinking. Just a direct line from my libido to my mouth.
God, that's—
"I…" I cup him over his jeans. "I want to suck your cock."
He lets out a low, deep groan.
"I want to make you come." I look up at him. Blush. "I want to taste you."