Page 108 of Guarded
Jem didn’t take his eyes off me as he licked around the head of my cock. My hands scrabbled at the sheets as I searched for something to anchor me. To stop me floating away entirely.
He groaned as he lapped at my precum. “Delicious. Give me more, sweetheart.”
My cock disappeared into his mouth. Deeper. His throat. My toes curled as I repeated his name like a mantra.
I wasn’t the only one making noise. Each bob of his head was accompanied by a moan or a satisfied grunt. After a few minutes, Jem’s arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He lifted my rear off the bed, forcing me deeper down his throat.
He wasn’t pinning me down now, but holding me in place. It was even fucking better.
Fuck. Oh fuck.Tingles were shooting up and down my spine already, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
I tugged at my hair until the bun came free, trying to ground myself. It didn’t work. How could it, when Jeremiah was devouring me? There was no finesse, just a feral hunger for me. It was so fucking new for me. I couldn’t get enough.
He swallowed around my cock and my vision whited out. “Fuck, Jem. I’m close. So close. Oh, god.”
I was breathing fast now. Sweat glistened on my skin as Jem took me closer to the edge. I couldn’t stop myself rising higher. I was completely out of control. I swore it was only Jem’s hold that was keeping me in place.
His hand snaked up suddenly and grabbed my wrist. He tugged until it was above his head and my cock jerked as his meaning hit me.
He wanted my hands in his hair. For me to fuck his face.
I almost came right there and then. This was another first for me. Just being on the receiving end of a blow job was a novelty.
I’d never experienced one like this.
I put both hands into his hair. There wasn’t much to grab, but I made it work. I remembered fleetingly that Jem used to have long hair.
I wonder if he’d ever regrow it?
That could be fun. Maybe he’d like having it pulled as much as I did. From how he was moaning at the light tugging I was doing, I suspected he would.
With his hands encouraging me, I let my instincts guide me. My hips started to thrust of their own accord, burying me deeper and deeper in Jem’s throat.
He took every inch of me, his flame-filled eyes never leaving mine. My hands stayed in his hair, his cupping my cheeks as I fucked up into him.
“Jem,” I moaned, unable to hold on any longer. “I’m gonna come. I’m coming.”
I loosened my fingers so he could lift his head, but he didn’t. No, he held my pulsing cock in his mouth until it went soft, swallowing every drop I gave him.
“Shit, I don’t…” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest and willing my heart to slow. “Jem…that was…”
He chuckled as he lowered me to the bed and kissed my inner thigh. “Not going to lie, it’s doing my ego good to know you came so hard you can’t finish a sentence.”
I stared up at the ceiling, utterly dumbfounded. “I can’t…just, fuck.”
More amused laughter. “You just lie there, sweetheart. I’ve got some worshipping to do.”
In the back of my mind, I knew I should point out that he’d just worshipped me with his mouth. That he’d already done more than I’d ever experienced or expected. Unfortunately, the ability to speak coherently still eluded me.
So instead, I remained still as Jem kissed his way up my body. I listened to his reverent praise as he complimented each place his lips touched. I was mute as his words washed away everything that had come before.
By the time he reached my face, tears were silently pouring down my face. He froze as he saw them. “Sweetheart, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I shook my head furiously. My throat tried to choke the words off again, but I refused to let it. This was too important. “No, Jem. You’ve done everything right.”
He wiped my tears away, his brow furrowed. “Then why are you sad?”
“I’m not sad, I’m happy.” I rolled us over so he was beneath me. “You make me happy, Jem. I’m so lucky to have you.”
