Chapter 19
Dean
“Do you think you'reready?” Harlow asks as she pulls back from our hug. I have no tears left, and all I wanna do is forget what just happened. It’s out and she knows. I know it might not be healthy and that talking to a professional might help, but that’s not me. It’s not what I want. Maybe someday, but not right now.
“For what?” I say as I rub my hands up and down her smooth thighs. My cock thickens against her ass and I can tell by the sly grin on her face that she can feel me. She rocks her hips, teasing me, making me groan, and my fingers dig into her flesh.
“This. Me. You. This whole damn thing that I somehow roped myself into with you guys.” She sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes, making me chuckle.
“You know you love it. Watching you change from a ruthless killer to this big teddy bear is fascinating to watch,” I tease.
She narrows her eyes on me. “Teddy bear?” she growls, making dick twitch. “I’m a motherfucking polar bear, and my kill is over there to prove it.” She gives me a smug smirk.
“A polar bear who likes to snuggle after her temper goes down.” I know I’m poking the metaphorical ‘bear,’ but she's so cute when she gives me stabby eyes.
“You know, I was gonna suck your dick then let you fuck me until I scream, but you're being mean.” She sticks her tongue out at me and moves to get off, but I hold her in place.
“Wait, I’m sorry,” I say, my voice low. “Were you really gonna suck me off?” I ask, raising a brow. I’ve dreamed so many nights of her plump red lips wrapped around my cock.
“I still could, but it's gonna cost you,” she says, leaning forward and brushing her lips against mine.
“Name your price?” My heart thrums as sweat starts to prickle my body.
“Your control,” she whispers. My body tenses as she pulls back to look at me. “We both have control issues, Dean. I’ve come a long way in a short amount of time. I never thought I would ever let a man have the upper hand again. But with the right people, I found I enjoy it on occasion. I need to know you can trust me. When you fucked me in your office, what I let you do, it was a pretty fucking big deal, and I don’t know if you knew that. I could see it in your eyes, what you needed and that you meant no harm to me. But what I need you to know is I don't want to hurt you either, Dean. So, let’s make a deal right now. I will let you have just enough control to soothe your impulses if you give me the same courtesy.”
She holds out her pinky and my whole body relaxes at the genuine smile on her face. She looks so much like the old Harlow right now.
Doing this, giving her any control during sex is a big step, but it’s a much needed step. Taking a leap of faith, I lock my pinky with hers, chuckling as her smile grows.
“So, about that blow job.” Her eyes fill with lust, and she slides off me and down to the floor between my legs. My cock is painfully straining against my dress pants, begging to be released and consumed by her.
“Feel honored, because I haven't willingly sucked a man off since your cousin.”
“Not even Neo?” I ask. I’m surprised, seeing how they are always going at it like rabbits.
“Not yet.” She shakes her head. “But if I enjoy this, who knows?”
She runs her hands up my thighs, then back down, adding some pressure with her nails. I groan, my head relaxing against the back of the couch as I look down at her with hooded eyes. Her hands find the zipper on my pants, but it’s not enough. I lift my ass, assisting her to pull them down so that there's enough room to get my cock out of my boxers.
Running her hand over my length, she gives it a hard squeeze through the fabric, making me suck in a sharp breath. She pulls back my boxers, freeing my cock as it slaps back against my abs.
“Mmmhhm,” she hums. “You sure do have a nice cock, Dean.” She grips it, giving it a few strokes. “So thick and not too veiny. I love how it twitches under my touch. I remember how it felt as you spasmed inside me, filling me with your cum.” I groan as the memory flashes through my mind. “I wanna feel it quiver in my mouth while you cum down my throat.” Fuck, if she doesn’t stop with the dirty talk soon, I’m gonna blow my load right now, all over my stomach and her hand.
She leans forward, locking eyes with mine as she licks the bead of pre-cum off the tip. My hips jerk at the feeling of her hot, wet tongue.
“Salty.” She grins, before taking me in her mouth completely. I let out a pained groan, tossing my head back against the couch, and squeezing my eyes shut. She feels amazing around me. Not wanting to miss this rare sight, I force my eyes open to see her head bobbing up and down.
Gripping my cock with one hand, she works me over with both her hand and mouth while the other hand cups my balls, rolling them carefully.Sweet fuck, this is already the best blow job I’ve ever had, hands down. Mostly because of the queen who's on her knees for me.
From her bobbing head and with the right amount of pressure, I can feel my balls drawing up, ready for release. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off with this mind-blowing blow job, but fuck, I have the urge to grip her hair and thrust, fucking her mouth. But I don't want to risk getting shot or stabbed, so I leave my hands balled into fists at my side.
“Harlow, fuck!” I breathe through gritted teeth. “I’m–Fuck, I’m about to cum.”
She pulls back, spit shining on her lips. “Give it all to me, feed me your cum.”
That’s it, I’m done. One of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had rips through my body like a hurricane.
“Fuckkkkk!” I cry, my fingers clawing at the leather of the couch, my body rigid as my cock violently twitches against her tongue, sending streams of cum down the back of her throat just like she described. She swallows everything down while humming her appreciation, making it feel so much more intense.