Page 26 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
“Pull away or I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned, giving me the choice in this.
For some stupid fucking reason, I wanted his cum on my tongue. To feel him pulse and see him let go all because of me. Not because of his hand or anything else.
Because I was on my knees before the man that wouldn’t quit stalking me.
Before the man that I thought I hated—but I was quickly forgetting all the reasons why.
I sucked harder, drool dripping down my chin and onto my bare knees, mixing with the puddle I was kneeling in.
He went as deep as he could, a curse and a moan streaming from him as he came inside my mouth. But rather than swallowing, I held it all there, each and everydrop. When he was done, I pulled my lips from around his cock and stood, not bothering to wipe my chin.
I grabbed the bottom of his mask and tugged it upward, pressing my mouth to his. He thought I was here to simply kiss him, to have a little sentimental makeout after I just gave him the best blow job of his fucking life. But when his lips parted, I spit all his cum onto his tongue.
And for some fucking reason, the psychotic man…swallowed.
And there went my clit, throbbing again.
I barely pulled away, an inch of space in between our rising chests. My eyes opened to find him already staring at me.
“It’ll take a lot more than that to push me away, kitten.”
I rolled my eyes. “Now is not the time to refer to me as a baby animal.”
“What would you prefer I call you?” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hmm? My own personal slut?”
“In your dreams.” And probably mine, too.
“Why do you think I’m here?”
I pasted on the biggest pout I could, patting his cheek. “Aw. You dream of me? How sweet.”
“You do too.”
My hand froze. “Sorry, what?”
That fucking smirk was back on his face. “You’ve moaned my name in your sleep more than once, McKenna. There’s no hiding it.” He leaned closer, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to kiss him or slap him. “You’re obsessed with me.”
“You watch mesleep?”
“From out there,” he pointed to the window, “and inhere.” His finger aimed down the hall, to my bedroom. “It’s not that hard to break in.” He gave a small shrug, dropping his hand back to his side like it was no big deal. “You’re a deep sleeper.” He paused, raising his hand again to gesture to the curtains. “Oh, by the way, you should probably shut those at night.”
I wiped the scowl from my face, replacing it with my own cocky smirk. The last person I’d take advice from was this asshole. “Jealous someone else might be watching me too?”
He lifted a shoulder, finally moving away to situate his pants. Then he walked aimlessly into my living room, spinning around as he surveyed all the windows. “I don’t usually mind sharing, but”—his gaze landed on me, pinning me where I stood—“I have a kind of possessive streak when it comes to you and your mouth.”
I scoffed, bending to grab the wet paper towels off the ground and toss them in the trash. I needed something to do that didn’t involve studying the way he stared at me like helikedme or something. “You can get blow jobs from anyone.”
“I don’t just mean the cock sucking. Though, that seems to be a perk.” He paused as I picked up the remaining ice cubes and tossed them in the sink. “I mean the way you sass me.”
A laugh erupted from me. I had to be delirious from lack of sleep. “Please.”
“I mean it.” He crossed the small area so that he was back in the kitchen, standing right before me. “Your attitude turns me on. Even when it involves your teeth on my cock.” He shot me a wink. “Nice touch.”
I set a palm on his chest, feeling his warmth even through the sweatshirt. If he got any closer, there was no telling what I’d do. “I’ll keep that in mind next time you piss me off. Unfortunately for you though, I doubt there will be a next time.”
“We’ll see about that.”
My eyes narrowed. “We will.”
