I stuck out my tongue, and he hissed as I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. “That’s it, Cherry.” His eyes closed as if he were trying to focus on the feeling of my mouth on him. “Goddamn, baby. Keep going.”
I did as he commanded, but it was a real challenge to fit him. He was long and so thick my cheeks puffed out with each inch I forced into my mouth. I had my doubts about taking much more of him, especially after I almost choked.
He grunted when he hit the back of my throat. “You’re so good at this,” he said, his chest rising and falling. “That’s it, Cherry. Keep doing that. I’m so close, baby.”
Once I got a good rhythm going, his eyes opened, lips parted. He pushed my hair off my forehead and watched me swallow his big cock.
“Fuck.” He reached between us to pinch my nipples between his fingers. “Your mouth feels so damn good, baby.” His grip tightened on my hair, his eyes wide as his legs trembled.
When I felt his cock pulse, I knew he was about to come. Seconds later, his warmth filled my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I swallowed all of him. It was a lot more than I had expected and tasted kind of salty.
He slid his thumb across my lips, wiping away whatever was left of him. Then he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me onto his lap. We were both out of breath when he kissed my lips.
“Are you ready for bed, Cherry?”
I rested my forehead against his and breathed him in. “I could use another shower.”
He hooked my legs around his back and then rose from the bench. “One more shower and then bed.”
Bastian had a prescribed bedtime and wake up, each second of his life planned down to the minute. Every inch of his bedroom was perfect, not a single thing out of place. And he lived his life in the same order.
Control-freak.
He carried me into the ensuite bathroom and set my feet on the cold tiled floor.
“What about the body?” I asked. “We left him in the woods.”
Bastian shrugged off my concern. “Damian has dealt with it. He probably left the house after I yelled at him. That Russian fuck is in pieces by now.”
Steam filled the bathroom as we waited for the shower to warm up. Bastian kissed me once more, a quick peck that left me begging for more.
“Get in, Cherry.” He tapped my ass. “We don’t have all night.”
He tipped his head toward the glass shower and followed me inside. This time, we didn’t kiss or make out. Bastian helped me wash my hair and lathered my skin with body wash.
As if racing against an invisible clock, he had us washed and dressed in record time. I changed into one of Bastian’s T-shirts, which stopped past my knees, and got into bed with him. The light flicked off before I got comfortable.
“Hey, I’m not ready.”
“You are now.” The bed shifted beneath his weight, and he rolled onto his side to face me. His warm breath fanned across my lips. “Time to conquer your fear, Cherry. No one will hurt you in this room. I’ll protect you.”
“I don’t like the dark.”
“I don’t have a nightlight, baby. Kinda grew out of those after I was two.”
“I’m not a child. I just don’t like the dark.”
He rolled off the bed, lit a candle, and placed it on my bedside table. The glow gave me a partial view of his handsome face. “How’s that?”
“Better. Thank you.”
He got back in bed, then draped his arm across my stomach. “Consider yourself lucky. You’re the only woman I’ve ever let in my bed.”
“I’m honored,” I quipped.
He turned on his side and kissed my forehead. “You should feel very honored. This room is my sanctuary.”
“Did you tell Luca about what happened tonight?”