Page 92 of The Souls We Claim
He doesn’t give me time to even think about how to approach him. Instead, he holds his cock in line with my mouth and thrusts into it, almost to the back of my throat. The groan that erupts from within him causes my clit to throb like it has a pulse of its own. It’s so…hungry.
My eyes water, but I close my lips around him and suck as he withdraws before swallowing him back down.
“You know how to deep throat?” he asks, stroking either side of my throat with his hands in a move far more tender than his thrusts.
I nod, and this time, when he slides inside, I gag and swallow around him. Halo wraps my pigtails around his fists and holds my head firmly where he wants me.
“Breathe…Ari.” His words come out on a grunt. His thrusts become shallower, rarely leaving the back of my throat. I feel the ridge of his head.
I look up, and my eyes meet his. They’re darkened with arousal. I feel my own arousal between my thighs as the ache intensifies. I’ve never felt like this before. Where I have all the power. Halo may be the one moving, but it’s because he needs what I am giving him right now.
To know I have the ability to turn a man like Halo into this stripped-down version of civility is…heady. I tighten my lips around him, doing my best to move my tongue against the underside of his cock.
“Fuck.” Halo grunts, then pulls all the way out of my mouth. Pre-cum and saliva hang between us like the fine thread of a spider’s web. “Contrary to the effects of your pretty mouth, I’m not an easy trigger. Instead, I’m hungry. Turn around.”
I shunt around on my knees so I’m facing the headboard. Halo grips the belt between my hands with one of his. With the other, he places a palm between my shoulder blades and pushes my head to the bed. It’s like a trust fall, but instead of falling backwards, I’m falling face first. But I know Halo won’t let me get hurt.
Once my cheek hits the bed, Halo lets go.
I hear the rustle of fabric and try to wriggle so I can see.
“Stop moving,” Halo says. “You hurt yourself and I’m going to be mad.”
His gruffly spoken words make me smile. I feel like this would be true in all things. He needs me to be safe, even if it’s from myself.
Thoughts scatter when I feel his hands on my ass before they smooth the skin of my thighs to my knees. There, he shoves, hard, and my legs open for him. But I barely have time to register the movement before his mouth is on me. His tongue ravenously dives between my lips.
I can barely make sense of the sensations as he switches between flicking my clit, lapping at my opening, and…
I gasp in anticipation as his tongue moves over my other opening in a gesture that arouses me as much as it terrifies me. “Gonna fuck you here eventually,” Halo says. And while his mouth returns to my pussy, his thumb presses into my ass.
Patrick tried so often to make it work, but it always felt so damn uncomfortable. But now the sting feels good, which is a surprise. So is the gentle rubbing of Halo’s thumb.
“I might let you,” I say, and get a playful slap on my ass for my troubles.
“You remembering your safe word, Ari?” Halo asks.
“I am. But I don’t need it.”
“Even if I do that again?” His thumb pushes deeper into my ass. As he does so, his finger penetrates my pussy, and I clench around him.
I feel none of the pain I did with Patrick. Instead, every nerve ending comes alive. I feel things I had no idea it was possible to feel.
“God, you might be right,” I gasp.
Jax stops everything for a moment. “About what?” He moves so I can see him.
“It feels better when you trust the person you’re with.”
Jax closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. I see his chest expand before he leans over me and kisses me softly. “Ten. Fucking. Feet. Tall.”
I know what he means. There’s a give and take, a push and pull, between us. But I feel like Jax is pulling his punches because he wants to be respectful of my past. “Can I ask you for a favor?” I ask.
“Now?” he asks.
I nod.
“Go ahead.”
