“Sucking your…” Her eyes widen. “You want me to…” She gulps.
“Do you trust me?”
Our hands continue moving, but she pays hardly any attention as she considers my words and works through her fear. “Sure… I mean, I trust you. Sorta.”
I laugh at her half-assed answer, but this train left the station long ago. I can’t stop this now. I want to fuck her raw, but since that’s off the table, I cup the back of her head and bring her forward. “Open your mouth nice and wide. Tuck your teeth behind your lips.”
“Like…” I see her move her lips, but the fog of desperation clouds my vision.
And my sanity.
I give her just one second to practice with an empty mouth, then I pull her down and fill her up until she chokes and gasps.
“Oh fuck!”
Abigail’s nails dig into my thighs as her throat squeezes me almost to completion. She pulls back and heaves, but she doesn’t run away. She gives a gentle nod, as though giving herself a pep talk, then she pushes down again and sucks me off like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her eyes water and her chest spasms when she goes so far she can’t breathe, but she pulls back and catches her breath, then she pulls me in again.
She’s a fucking saint. She drags me closer and closer to the edge, and pretends that she’s not freaking out about the massive dick in her throat. She groans as though this brings her pleasure, and when I figure she’s got it under control and drop my hand away from her head, she reaches out and puts it back.
She wants me to control her.
“Fuckkkkkk.” I pull her down and push up at the same time. She gags every single time, but the sadistic asshole in me loves it a little too much to stop. “Abigail, fuck.”
“Mmm.” She doesn’t speak, partially because she doesn’t want to stop, but mostly because I won’t let her.
I bring her forward and fuck her mouth like she’s a cheap whore. But she’s not, and that makes this so much sweeter. She’s never done this for another man. She’s terrified. She was ready to sleep, and didn’t have to do shit for me. But here she is, on her knees for me, and saying nothing about the way I hurt her, or how I hold my orgasm back and make her work harder for it.
Her jaw must ache. Her knees are probably sore. But she gives selflessly, and when I can’t hold it back any longer, I push her down until my cock is deep in her throat, and I come so violently that my entire body quakes.
I should have warned her I was going to come.
I should have given her the option to say no.
But my body has other plans as I spurt down her throat, and my orgasm tears me apart and just–won’t–stop.
“Fuck!” I pull back when her fear-filled eyes meet mine. She gasps for breath in loud, wheezing pants, but still, she doesn’t run away while I try to catch my breath. My body is numb, tingly, and so fucking worked up I think I just tossed a gallon of cum down her throat. “Jesus, fuckin’ hell, Abigail. Jesus, fuck me three times and send me to hell.”
“Did I…” Her chest continues to lift and drop. She’s breathless and gasping to catch up. “Did I do it right?”
I throw my head back and laugh so loud Ifeelher jump. My heart thrums against my chest. My head is clouded. My vision blurred. My face feels fucking numb, but I sit on this wet couch and stare at the ceiling while Abigail’s heavy breath is heaven for my ears.
“Spencer?”
“You did amazing, Priss. So fucking amazing.”
“Okay…” Her voice shakes and rattles. It carries a tinge of fear, so I open my eyes and look back down. She’s still on her knees, and her hair is sex-messed for the first time in her life. “I think maybe I bit your…” She clears her throat. “You. Did I hurt you?”
I chuckle and sit forward so our noses almost touch. “Don’t overthink this, babe. You just sucked me off like a pro. I couldn’t teach you that shit. That was all you.” I don’t want to stand. I don’t want to do shit. But pulling in a deep breath, I do exactly that and fix my jeans. She looks up at me with her innocent eyes and thickened bottom lip, since she insists on nibbling it when she’s nervous.
I could stand right here for days, looking down and seeing her on her knees for me. I could look into her innocent eyes and know what she does for me. Foronlyme.
“Come with me.” I take her hands and pull her up. She’s still naked from the waist down, and my front door is still open. She would die if she knew that any of the guys could let themselves into the range at any time.
None of them did, but the risk was always there.
I leave her standing in the middle of my living room for a beat while I head out the door and snatch up her purse. Bringing it in and closing my door, I turn back and lead her to my room. “It’s time for bed.”
She slams on the brakes and pulls us to a stop. “No, I–”