Page 68 of Fight or Flight
He lets out a low groan, and I don’t miss the way his body relaxes as all the tension seems to bleed out of him.
“You weren’t wrong,” I tell him, still rubbing my cheek against his shaft like a needy kitten. The rasp of my stubble on the soft material of his underwear feels nice, and based on how Shane keeps rocking his hips to help me keep my rhythm, I’m not the only one enjoying things. “When you said I’ve thought about this.”
“You have?”
“Yup.” I close my mouth over his shaft and give it a sucking kiss. “And I know you have too.”
“Maybe,” he says on a soft sigh.
“You know what to do if you want more.”
Shane lifts his hands and pushes me away from his cock. I watch as he shoves his jeans and underwear down. He’s so hard his dick almost slaps him in the stomach as it swings free from the confines of his pants, and his dazed eyes meet mine.
“And what do you want me to do with that?” I ask as he grips himself at the base and gives his shaft a squeeze.
“Suck it.”
“That didn’t sound like you asking nicely.” Gently, I shove his hand away from his dick and replace it with mine. “Remember what I said? If you want my mouth, you have to earn it.”
His eyes narrow in a glare. “Give me your mouth.”
“Better.” I slowly stroke my hand up his hard length. “But not quite. Now try again.”
I can see his internal battle in his eyes and expression, and I just sit there quietly, his dick in my hand like I’m just hanging onto it for safekeeping, as I wait to see what he’ll do.
“Please,” he finally whispers.
Shooting him a little grin, I lean down and draw his cockhead into my mouth.
His gasp is loud and unrestrained, and I have to hold his hips down when he tries to buck up into my mouth.
Taking my time, I slowly sink down on him and stroke my tongue against the underside of his shaft. When I’ve got about half of him in my mouth, I work my way back up, going agonizingly slow just because I can.
“Fuck, Jace,” he pants. “Please.”
As a reward for remembering my terms, I pull off him and suck one of his balls into my mouth so I can gently tongue it.
He grunts and tries to push up against me, but my grip on his hips stops him.
I spend the next few minutes alternating between toying with his balls and sucking his dick, making sure to not let him get used to the sensations before switching again.
I see him lift one hand off the floor out of the corner of my eye, and don’t stop him when he threads his fingers in my hair.
I’m expecting him to try and force me to go faster or take more of him, but he just holds on, like he needs that extra point of contact.
I lift my eyes to his, and my entire body seems to pulse with dark desire when our eyes lock. His cheeks are flushed pink, hiseyes are wild and shining with lust, and the wrecked look on his face is almost my undoing.
He wants this. And he wants me.
A single word echoes in my mind as I finally take all of him and swallow around his cockhead;mine.
“Oh god, fuck. That’s so…god, Jace, fuck, oh fuck,” he whispers, and each lust-drenched word only fuels my desire to make him come so he remembers whose mouth made him feel this good.
And who he belongs to.
His hand in my hair tightens, and I let him guide me in a slightly faster rhythm but keep my grip on his hips to stop him from pushing up into my mouth.
I want him to enjoy this, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let him forget who’s in charge.
