Page 80 of Show Me How
I don’t notice how tense I’ve gotten until I catch the slight wince flicking across his expression. Loosening my hold, I sigh. “What do you mean,why? It’s not something you’re supposed to do. You don’t cover someone else in your spit.”
Not girls like me—girls raised to be polite, to keep their knees closed and their mouths shut.
“According to who?”
“I don’t want to play the guessing game.”
“So don’t. Do you trust me?”
It’s a loaded question. On instinct, I want to say yes. I trust Shade more than I do every person I know back in Whistler. But realistically, I know I shouldn’t. Not yet.
Still, I choose to be honest. “Yes.”
He leans over me then, his eyes piercing into mine as his hold on my head shifts. Inch by inch, he tips it back until my throat is arched, quick breaths slipping from my parted lips.
“Open wider,” he rasps.
There’s no hesitation when I follow his order. It’s almost freeing to just follow his commands, letting my trust guide me.
Shade keeps our eyes locked, holding steady as his lips purse. The lust that carves straight through my centre at the sight of his spit dripping down into my mouth is ruthless. I swallow on instinct after his spit pools on my tongue, letting it run down my throat.
“Good girl,” he praises, stroking my fluttering pulse. “Didn’t even need to tell you to swallow.”
I don’t react right away. My low, desperate moan comes when he throbs in my hand.
“How do I spit on it?” I ask, gently stroking him. “Over the tip?”
He sinks back into the couch and holds himself still, the muscles in his lower stomach clenching. “Wherever you want.”
Getting more comfortable on my knees, I tip my chin, hovering my mouth over his tip. It would be so easy to lick the length of it, but the piercing . . .
I exhale shakily and spit, the sound almost obscene in the quiet. The gob of clear liquid drips down the first few inches of his shaft, but it’s not enough. I bring my fist up and get it wet before dragging it back up. The skin is taut, rolling beneath my palm as I stroke.
“I like it rougher,” Shade grinds out from above me. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
My breath fans over the glistening head as I nod, swallowing thickly. I adjust my hold, moving his erection away from his groin and toward me. Closer now, it’s easier to see the four sets of tiny holes along the underside of his shaft.
More piercings. Missing ones.
Pressure builds between my legs, making me so sensitive it almost hurts not to touch myself. I can’t look beneath me. Not because I don’t want to grow distracted, but because I don’t trust that I haven’t begun to make a mess on the floor.
“Is this better?” Squeezing tightly, I spit on him again, this time aiming for the dry skin.
His hips jerk slightly. Just once. “Yes. Yes, better.”
“Now what?”
“Jack me off, or put it in your mouth, princess.”
There’s no mistaking the arousal in his words. Hearing it affects me more than seeing it. The usual control in his voice is slipping, and I think I want him to lose it completely.
Pushing up on my knees, I try to gain as much leverage as I can. Not giving myself a chance to back out, I part my lips and slowly take him into my mouth. I stop after the tip, trying to follow instincts that I should have by now. My mind is empty, though. Blank.
Nerves threaten to undo all of the progress I’ve made here. I grow still, Shade’s taste filling my mouth as my gaze drifts up his body.
He doesn’t make me ask for help. In a blink, he has my cheek in his hand.
“Careful of the piercing. Don’t let it clip your teeth or the top of your mouth on the way back. Touch it with your tongue. You can play with it that way,” he directs me, all gruff confidence. “You’re doing so good.”
