Page 54 of Captured Desire

Fuck it, who needed dignity to have a good time?

Recklessly, I sucked hard and began working my wrist at the same time. He growled, holding my head into his lap. His hands were gentle, keeping me just elevated enough I could breathe. I appreciated that. The only other man I’d given a blowjob had shoved my entire face into his lap and held it there while I gagged until he was done.

That hadn’t felt good. And the shame from it had felt worse.

I refused to let my mind wander and ruin this moment. He held my head gently and I pleasured him, soaking in his groans. I barely noticed that my jaw ached or that the plane had lifted into the air.

“I’m going to come, princess,” he gritted out.

I didn’t pull back. His cock went even harder on the back of my tongue. My palm worked. His thighs went tight and his body shuddered.

Salty-sweet warmth filled my mouth. I swallowed once. Then twice.

My eyes swiped up. Meeting his burning gaze.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

I swallowed again and he was done, sinking back in his seat.

Silence fell. Suddenly shy, I pulled back and rested my cheek on his thigh.

“You’re surprisingly nice,” I admitted quietly.

“What?” He frowned.

“The only other person I did that for wasn’t very nice,” I admitted. “You’re a lot nicer than he was. I didn’t expect that from someone who shot five men in front of me and didn’t care.”

His brow twitched. “Who?”

“What?”

“Who wasn’t nice to you?” he said. “Give me a name and I’ll make him suffer for hurting your perfect mouth.”

Oh my God. I melted, my cheek pressed against his leg.

“No, that’s the past,” I said. “He was just inexperienced. I don’t think either of us knew any better.”

He didn’t like letting it go, I could tell. “Did he go down on you?”

“No,” I said. “He never mentioned it. I didn’t know enough then to ask.”

His lean fingers brushed through my hair. “Good. Only I get to eat your cunt.”

I swallowed, my chest aching. “What’s going on?” I whispered.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But you’re coming with me because that’s how I want it. And you’re sleeping in my bed at the hotel. I won’t touch you unless you want it, but none of this staying in other rooms bullshit anymore.”

“But I’m supposed to hate you,” I murmured.

“You can hate me in my bed,” he said.

There was a knock outside the curtain. I jumped, tugging my tank top up over my naked breasts. He tucked his cock away and got to his feet. My eyes dropped and I flushed hot.

“Your leg,” I managed.

He looked down. There was a large wet stain on his thigh, right where I’d ground myself.

“Here, let me clean it up,” I said, flustered.

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