Page 50 of This Much Is True
I hold his gaze. “Give it to me. Let me taste you.”
His hands wind through my hair as he slides his length toward my mouth. I meet him midway, flicking my tongue across the head. The fluid is warm and salty—and the groan that erupts from his throat makes me feel powerful.
I suck the head as he presses himself past my lips.
He hisses as he hits the back of my throat.
I lick the head, spitting down the shaft before he plunges into my mouth again.
“You feel so good,” he says, the words raw. “I want to come down your throat so fucking bad.”
I hum around his cock, sheathing my teeth and taking him down my throat again.
His fingers dig into my scalp, and his hips rock against me harder.
My spit drips down his balls and falls onto my legs. I keep sucking the head, winding my tongue around it, and making as much contact with my mouth to stimulate him in every way. My eyes start to burn as his pace picks up.
It was never like this with him before. It’s never been like this with anyone, not that there have been that many.I’ve been treated like some glass doll that might break. Only Luke knows that’s not true—that I wanted him to play with me.
I want to feeleverything.
I start to gag as he pushes too far, and he stops and removes his cock from my mouth. He kisses me deep and hard before pulling away.
His eyes are wild, his breathing as erratic as mine. Our gazes connect, and we smile.
Andthat feeling—the warmth and intimacy of his smile—is the best so far.
He unfastens the rope, and my shoulders fall forward. My wrists burn from the bite of the material holding them together, but I don’t have time to worry about that because Luke is picking me up and setting me on the table.
“I have to get a condom,” he says.
“Don’t.”
He stops mid-turn and lifts a brow.
I trust you. You are the only man, maybe the only person, I’ve ever truly trusted.I smile at him.And nothing has changed.
“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And I’m good to go.”
“Are you sure? I’m good. That’s not a problem.”
I grab his sides and bring him closer to me. I gaze up at him. “I want to feel you—all of you. I want to feel you come deep inside me.”
“Fucking hell.”
He urges me back until I’m lying on the table. I grab the half-wall ledge to brace myself.
“I want this too badly, and I’ve wanted it for too long, that I won’t last long,” he says.
“Same. I need to come. Now.”
He grins, sliding my thong down my legs. “We’ll get this first round out of our systems so we can relax, and then we can do it again and take our time?”
“I hope you mean we can do it many more times and take our time,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now stop talking.”
“You’re very bossy.”
“I know what I want.”
