Page 76 of Sweet Venom
Falling.
I don’t recognize myself anymore, but I don’t have to, and I don’t want to.
If anything, I stop thinking altogether when his rough voice cuts through my mind. “You’re doing so well.”
I kind of melt. I don’t know how or why his praise affects me, but it does, and then I’m coming, the rush overtaking me like a storm. But I remember to open my mouth wider as I ride his boot, feeling my wetness dampening my jeans.
“Fuck, Violet. Fuuuck.”
He cracks.
His dick swells and bursts, flooding the back of my throat.
I swallow it, and as I watch him, his face tight, his abs contracting beneath his shirt, another orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
Rushing and pulling and turning me delirious. Knowing he came because of me.
I’m makingtheJude Callahan, worshiped hockey god and unfeeling monster, come in pulses inmymouth.
Cum trickles on either side of my mouth despite my attempts to swallow as much as possible, and I’m flinching, too sensitive after the orgasm.
Jude pulls his cock from my mouth, and I kind of…suck around the crown, which makes him release a gruff sound.
I don’t know why I do it, really. A thank-you? The need for this moment to stay a little longer before reality hits?
He seems to be as lost about the reason as I am, but he strokes his fingers along my jaw, gathering the cum and thrusting it back into my mouth.
I’m about to swallow, but he shakes his head and holds my mouth open, his thumb pressing on my lower teeth. “Open wider.”
My jaw aches, but I try to open as wide as possible, and his eyes turn ravenous.
Insatiable.
Hell, I think his cock is twitching.
And it’s because he’s watching his cum pool on my tongue, I realize, my spine tingling in response.
He watches it for long moments, or maybe it just feels that way because I’m caught in his gaze, completely taken by the way he watches me as if I’m…what? Something precious.
Don’t be an idiot.
He clamps my mouth shut. “Swallow every drop.”
I do, accidentally licking around his thumb that’s still there, and I think I feel him vibrate, but it only lasts a moment before he removes his finger and steps back.
The distance is small, but the sexual tension fades in the background of a bigger tension as reality sets in.
The ‘we’re not supposed to do this, let alone enjoy it’ reality.
The ‘this will end in a disaster’ reality.
Jude tucks himself in, then buttons up his jeans as he glares at me.
There’s anger and hatred and even a hint of confusion.
And it’s as if I’m being stabbed by it as I stand up. I run my fingers through my hair, willing it into submission, and dab the corners of my mouth.
I’m not sure if that will remove all traces of him when I can still taste him with every swallow, but the silence is deafening and I feel exposed and too self-conscious.
