Grumbling, she pouted up at him. “Har har. But seriously. I don’t know what I’m doing.” Humiliation bubbled up. The memory was distant but the pain still right on the surface. Her ex had made cutting, underhanded comments on her skills in bed, and it had only made her more dreadfully self-conscious. Could she do this? Was she as hopeless as Davin had said?
Luke tightened his grip on her hair and guided her face to him. “Open your mouth, girl.”
The dominance and the way her scalp tingled when he pulled made her clit throb. She gulped. That big thing in her mouth? It wouldn’t fit. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t bite me.”
“But . . .” She stared at it, grimacing. This was a bad idea. He’d see how awkward she was and that’d be the end of his interest in her.
“Shh,” he said sharply then reached down and tapped her lips. “Open.”
Her mouth obeyed him, popping open immediately. He pressed the head between her lips and paused. She licked him hesitantly and his whole body tightened.
When she swirled her tongue around the head, he hissed in a breath. She glanced upward, surprised at the agony on his face.
Wow. I did that?
A heady sense of power overcame her and she grew bolder. She sucked him further in, her tongue playing with the tip of his cock. It kind of reminded her of sucking his fingers, and between his reactions and his grip on her hair, it was easy to tell what he was enjoying. He wasn’t making fun of her at all, and even had to brace himself against the wall. Fuck. Between the sounds he was making and the feel of him in her mouth and under her tongue, she was getting needy. She paused, pulling her head back to look at the slick erection.
“Don’t you dare stop now, woman,” he barked.
“Is it . . .” She looked up, blinking into the spatter of water. “Am I doing okay?”
His answering grin wasn’t a smile so much as a wolfish baring of teeth. “Keep going and you’ll find out.”
Before she could respond, he shoved his cock back into her mouth, making her take him as deep as she could. She choked a little, and moaned, but he only pushed in farther, cutting off her air for a second before pulling out again.
“Tap my leg if you need me to stop,” he said hoarsely. “That’s your safeword for now.”
She tried to take back control but he wouldn’t let her. He held her head still and pumped into her mouth, using her like she was nothing more than his little toy. She fucking loved it. “Such a good girl,” he rumbled, stroking her cheek. She was so hot she felt like she was going to explode. “Come on now, pretty girl. Show me how much cock you can take.”
She struggled to take more, forcing herself, drooling on him, then retreated, gagging, when she needed to breathe again. A wave of self-consciousness made her tear up worse than gagging had. Some girls could deep-throat a guy no problem, but even though she wanted to impress him, it just wasn’t working. Barely half was going into her mouth.
“Again,” he tugged her closer by a lock of hair. “I can’t believe how much you’re taking for me.”
“Really?” Was he just being nice? His face said he was enjoying it, at least.
“Really.”
“But . . . I’m drooling on you.” She laughed uncomfortably, and tried to wipe away some of her saliva with her hand.
He grunted. “Drooling is hot in this context, trust me.”
“And gagging?”
“You’re choosing to give me pleasure rather than breathe. How could a man fault you for that?” He chuckled. “Besides, you gagging feels good too.”
Point taken.
She went back to work. Under her hands, his thigh muscles rippled, tensed and straining. She let her fingers caress him—his legs, his cock, his balls. When he swore, she felt like she’d been given a gold star. She let herself get creative, did some weird things
with her tongue. One of his hands grabbed convulsively at her hair and he reclaimed control of her, fucking her face. His grunts overpowered the sound of the shower, making her shiver. Every time she struggled or moaned, he caught his breath or shuddered. It felt like he really enjoyed doing this to her, and she really loved letting him.
He got rougher, and she could tell he was starting to fight to control himself. What was she supposed to do when he came? She’d never finished a guy off this way before, and she wasn’t sure what to do from here. Would it be disgusting? This was all so rude and dirty, but even the idea of him coming in her mouth was turning her on.
When his body tensed, she closed her eyes, bracing herself. He let out one long groan and then heat exploded into her mouth. She tried to pull away to spit it out, but he held her still, forcing her to take more and more of it until she thought she’d drown.
“Swallow,” he growled, the menace in his voice overriding whatever revulsion she should have felt.