Page 56 of The Heartbreaker
It wasn’t only from his touch.
But also from the truth behind his words and the way they felt as he spoke them against my mouth.
“Put this on me, Addison.” He held the condom in front of me, and when I went to grab it, he added, “But use your lips.”
“Is that your way of asking for a blow job without actually asking for one?”
He smiled. “I’m far from shy. If I wanted you to suck my dick, I would ask. Which is something I’d never turn down, but at this second, if I don’t find myself inside of you, I might explode.”
“Is that so?”
As he rolled onto his back, I placed the condom on his lower stomach and moved down his body, taking in each ripple and cord of muscle that I passed along the way. My God, this man was perfection. The scent of his earthy and salty skin, the way he tasted like warmth, the masculinity I felt every time I kissed him.
Why did it feel like I couldn’t get enough?
I continued to lower, getting closer to his hard-on, but I didn’t go straight there. I kissed around the entire area—the base of his stomach, the inside of his thighs. I skimmed across his sac, giving each side a gentle lick.
“Fuck me,” he exhaled, his hand shooting into my hair, squeezing my locks.
He wasn’t guiding me. He was simply holding on.
When my lips landed again, they were on his tip, spreading to take him in, my tongue swirling around his crown.
The truth was, giving head wasn’t something I’d ever desired. I’d done it in the past. It just wasn’t something I craved.
But while I lowered down Ridge’s shaft and glanced up his body, I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. How turned on I was just by looking at him. How there was this pulsing need inside me to make him feel as good as his mouth had just made me feel.
I didn’t know where that need came from, but as I took in as many inches as I could handle without gagging, drawing back and bobbing again, I had the strongest desire to hear him moan.
Once I achieved that sound, as it vibrated through my ears, my next goal was to watch him squirm.
So, I picked up my speed and covered the bottom of his dick with my hand—the section I wasn’t able to reach with my mouth—and I worked the two together.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He was holding my head with both hands, his knees now bent and his back slightly arched. “That feels so fucking good.”
I suctioned my cheeks inward, using my tongue, tightening my fingers around him.
That was when he began to move with me, arching every time I took him in, moaning as I pulled away.
He was giving me everything I wanted.
Everything except his cum.
I wanted to feel it hit the back of my throat, the warmth of it as it traveled down to my stomach.
Something told me it wouldn’t take much more before that happened, not if I kept up this pace.
So, I didn’t let up. I kept the same pattern, taking in as much as I could hold, releasing him, repeating until I heard, “If you don’t slow down, I’m going to come.”
I placed my lips on his tip. “That’s what I want.”
He gave me a deep chuckle. “Because you don’t want me to fuck you?”
“No, I want that. Trust me, I do.” I licked down to his balls. “But I want this too.”
“You can’t have it all—at least not right now. You have to choose, Addison.”
Choose?
