Page 61 of His Surrender
His taste was incredible, fresh with a minor muskiness. I swirled my tongue around his slit and moved my hand in an upward glide. When I took him deeper into my mouth, I looked up to see Jay’s brow furrowed and his gaze intense. His expression was a combination of arousal and doubt, as if he wanted me to continue but was unsure too.
“Relax,” I said, stroking him from root to tip. “Let me take care of you.”
“I am relaxed.” Though his voice was steady, his body was tense.
“Liar.”
“I…” He licked his lips and looked away from me. “I like to have control, Remi. Letting someone do this… I don’t know.” He brought an arm up and rested a hand over his eyes, appearing so damn vulnerable it made my stomach knot. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I smoothed my thumb along his hip. His need for control explained how he treated me when we had sex. He’d prepped me, then flipped me over and took me from behind. Not letting me touch him. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” He moved his hand from his eyes and peered down at me. His cock was still hard but had deflated a bit. “This is why I never do more. When emotions get involved, the fantasy fades and reality creeps in. You see all the broken, jagged pieces.”
“I have broken pieces too,” I said, crawling up his body and taking his face in my hand. “I’m nowhere near perfect.”
“You’re pretty perfect to me.” Jay rested a hand on my back. “You’re kind, intelligent, talented, and fucking gorgeous.”
“So are you.” I caressed his sharp jawline.
“That’s the beauty of illusions,” he softly said. “You only see what the magician wants you to. The surface is flawless, but when you go deeper and peel back the layers, that’s where the fucked-up things hide.”
“I don’t want an illusion, Jay.” I pressed my cheek to his. “I want to see the real you. The good, the bad, and the ugly.”
And then, just like when we were in the kitchen, he shuddered and pressed his head to mine before kissing me.
The kiss felt different than all the others. It was hot, desperate, and driven by our need to taste and touch each other… but it was also tender with an underlying vulnerability. We weren’t just exposing our bodies. We were exposing our hearts.
He moaned against my mouth and pushed his hand through the back of my hair, holding me as close as possible.
Our hearts beat frantically as our chests slid together and our lips met again and again. I would’ve never guessed that Jay had so many layers. He was so much more than the charming playboy I had thought he was. He was beautiful, tender, and sensitive. I wanted to please him in every way I could.
I needed him to know he could trust me, that I’d never hurt him. Actions spoke much louder than words, though, and I’d need to prove it to him. Just like he’d need to prove the same to me.
“Do you wanna try again?” I asked, breaking from the kiss.
Jay panted against my lips, his eyes searching mine. “I want to. I really do.”
“What if I give you the control? You tell me exactly how you want it.”
“We can try.”
I kissed him before moving down his body, grazing my teeth along his skin as I went. Back between his legs, I looked up at him.
“Grab my cock,” Jay said.
I gripped his base, giving him a gentle squeeze. I loved the weighty thickness of him in my hand. The head of his cock begged me to suck it, but I resisted the urge and waited for his next instruction.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said.
Gladly.
When I guided the tip between my lips, he exhaled through his nose and rested a hand on my head. Flicking my tongue against his slit, I gave his shaft another squeeze. He whimpered and rolled his hips. My mouth stretched around his thickness as he gently pushed my head down, forcing me to take him deeper. He wasn’t tense like he was before, and when I looked at him, he softly smiled.
He’s enjoying this.
“That’s so good.” Jay’s voice was raspy and filled with need. “Suck my cock just like that.”
It took me a minute or so to find my rhythm, but once I did, Jay threw his head back on the pillow and groaned. His precum mixed with my saliva, and I used it to make the glide easier on his shaft as I stroked him.
