Page 97 of Exquisite Monster
He also wasn’t wrong. His cock was thicker than I remembered, though I rememberedfeelingit just fine. There was every chance I would never be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I truly wanted this. And I didn’t want to stumble. I wanted to know what made him unravel.
“Show me,” I murmured.
He froze for a moment, studying my face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to know what you like.”
Bracing one hand on the bed, Sirrus took his cock in the other and guided it between my lips. Already he was big. The skin softer than I would have thought. The rich taste of him somehow exactly what I imagined and not at all.
He grabbed my hand with one of his. “Squeeze my hand when you can take no more.”
I wanted all of it, but there was no way. My mouth was so full of him I couldn’t breathe. And the way his body shook, his eyes closed, and the pleasure streaking through my chest, I knew he enjoyed it. I squeezed his hand.
Then I sucked.
“Fallen fucking stars, Lena.”
I couldn’t smile, but I wanted to. Sirrus moved his hips, pulling back and thrusting into my mouth again, never going further than I’d let him the first time. Until I squeezed his hand again and he pulled back.
“Are you?—”
“Teach me,” I breathed, and pulled him back into my mouth.
He swore and braced his other arm on the bed, muscles of his stomach flexing like he held himself back from driving in to the hilt. The image gave me as much heat as his flames on my skin. Some day.
The memory of the beach flooded my mind.“Your mouth on his cock won’t hurt you, Princess. But if he takes your head and fucks your mouth and throat the way he wants to, it might.”
“That can happen?”
“Thatwillhappen.”
I wanted that. I wanted to see them truly unleashed in a way I knew they hadn’t, because they didn’t want to harm me. But I wantedeverything. So I grabbed Sirrus’s thighs and pulled, telling him without words to give me more. Teach me. Guide me.
“Your tongue,” he said quietly. “Use it. Underneath. At the tip. All around it.”
I obeyed, exploring with my tongue while sucking. He didn’t have to tell me he liked that. I knew. Felt it. Savored his pleasure singing in my chest.
In the dark alleys of Rensara, where I’d seen women on their knees, their heads moved with a familiar rhythm. The same rhythm that moved my mate’s hips now. I could do that. So I tried, meeting his thrusts by pushing forward, his cock pressing almost too deep.
My eyes watered, but there was something satisfying about pushing that limit. Because Ichoseto.
Sirrus groaned. “I haven’t had you in nearly three months, Princess.”
I pulled back and laughed. “You had me not two days ago.”
“And it is still not enough,” he growled as I took him in my mouth once more and teased him with my tongue. “We have yet to make up for the time lost. And as much as I’d like to fuck your mouth for as long as I can, I will not last. You feel—” He broke off in a curse and pulled away.
“Wait.”
He frowned. “I’m going to finish.”
“And?”
My mate stared down at me. His bond spoke of wild desire warring with the urge to protect and honor me.
“I said I wanted to taste you, Sirrus.” I pulled on his thighs once more. “Don’t make me beg.”
He didn’t, pressing back into my mouth. I was less in control now, and I didn’t care because I wanted his pleasure overflowing.
