She eased down.
The girl a queen who’d gotten to her knees.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This was bad. So fucking bad.
She planted her hands on the outside of my thighs.
My dick jumped.
“I don’t.” It was gravel.
Her voice turned vulnerable. “Don’t lie to me, Royce. It’s the one thing I’ll ask of you. The one thing that would break me.”
Goddamn it.
Cupping her face, I let my thumb trace along the defined angle of her cheek. “You want the truth? The real truth? It fucking pisses me off how goddamn bad I want you, Emily. Want you in a way that isn’t right.”
She exhaled a quivering breath, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips, nerves shaking her down. She flicked the button of my black jeans, her expression going shy and sweet.
I fucking loved that, too, need coursing fast, riding high, threatening to consume.
I was worried about wrecking her, but I was pretty sure it was this girl who was going to wreck me.
Leave me undone.
Unhinged.
Because I raked out a sound of compulsion when she edged my pants down my thighs and my cock sprang free, need so intense I couldn’t see.
Blinded.
Completely shattered when she wrapped a trembling hand around my length.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“I can’t believe how gorgeous you are. You make me shake, Royce. Most nights I can’t sleep . . . and I lie there tossin’. You want to know what’s given me comfort? Thinking about this. Touchin’ you and you touchin’ me.”
She stroked me once, from base to tip.
Tiny thunderbolts of pleasure streaked.
My hips jutted forward without permission.
My thumb stroked her plump lips, and she sucked it into her mouth, and everything shifted. My spirit and my heart and my dick lunged forward, like the girl had a cord harnessed to my soul.
Possession took over.
“You gonna suck me, sweet girl? Take me with that sweet, sweet mouth? Sing me like one of your songs?”
She bit down on my thumb, just enough for me to feel the pressure, and I pulled it free with a pop, smearing her saliva that I’d gathered across her lips. They shone in the glint of moonlight.
She pressed a kiss to the head of my cock.
I jerked.
Fuck.
Little mind-wrecker.
All purpose failed to make sense.
“So beautiful. Every part of you,” she whispered like praise, her expression severe and intense and awed. “I bet I could write a million songs about you.”
I understood the urge.
Then she stroked her tongue across the top, down the side, back up and down again.
Licking me into a frenzy.
By the time she wrapped her mouth around me, sucked me down deep, I was already ready to blow.
“Fuck, shit, yes,” I grunted as she took me whole, both of her hands wrapped tight at the base of my dick. Stroking in sync.
My hands fumbled to get ahold of her face. To guide this dangerous rhythm. Worried if I let her take control, she was going to own it forever.
“You’re wrong, Emily. Fucking wrong. You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.” It all fell in an incoherent ramble from my mouth as she fucked me with hers, those eyes never leaving mine, communicating something I didn’t want to read.
The girl pure and hopeful and brave.
My hips jutted, pressing deeper, taking more when I knew it never should have been mine. Guilt constricting, filling me up in the same second as pleasure was taking me over.
Her soft tongue drove me into a frenzy, her mouth working me over and her spirit stealing into the cracks. Making space where I didn’t have any.
She moaned.
Taking what I would give. The tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, the girl doing her best not to gag, the vibration of it hitting me like a bomb.
My thighs shook and my balls tightened.
And I was splitting.
Shattering.
Overcome as she swallowed me down while I gasped and shuddered, my mind leaving the space, floating out somewhere where it had no right to be.
Somewhere where I experienced her like a new song that burst in my mind.
Came to life in the same second a piece of myself did, too.
Emily swallowed as I pulsed, her eyes closed like she was relishing in the feel. In the experience. Like she wanted this every goddamn bit as much as me.
“So fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.” I could barely get it out over the heaving of my breaths, shallow and short, my heart stampeding, beating a path outward, like the bastard thought it would be a fine idea to meet with hers.
Reckless.
So goddamn reckless.
I pulled out of her mouth, slumping forward a bit, and Emily pressed her thighs together where she remained kneeling. I reached down and swept her up, setting her in the chair as I dropped to my knees.
My own offering.
Wishing it could ever be enough.
I spread my hands up the outside of her thighs, and she arched back in the chair, that flimsy material concealing next to nothing and leaving everything to the imagination.