But Rialta does exactly what I want. She crawls toward me, not even bothering to stand. Her eyes are fixated on me, and my cock grows harder with every inch she moves toward me. And then she’s kneeling in front of me, her large innocent-looking eyes staring up at me as my cock grows towards her lips.
Her eyes flick down toward it, and she licks her lips in anticipation.
I twist my hand into her hair, finally allowing myself what I’ve wanted this whole time.
“Suck,” I command.
I expect a snarky comment. I expect her to want to discuss this more. I don’t expect her to open her mouth wide and wrap her lips around the tip without argument.
Her lips touch me, and I shatter.
My world changes with the brush of her lips against my cock. I haven’t had a woman touch me in an intimate way in forever. And I wasn’t prepared to have anyone touch me now.
Our eyes lock as she slowly and meticulously slides her lips from the tip down my shaft, taking more and more of me in her mouth. I’m not sure how far she’s willing to go, but it’s fucking incredible to watch her suck me. Every other thought and worry float out of my head as she sucks me.
I don’t react outwardly, though. I don’t let her know how her single touch affects me so. And she doesn’t show any signs of wanting to stop, nor how good my cock tastes as she swirls her tongue around the tip. We’re in a standoff.
“Show me how much you want my cock.”
The second I say the words, it’s like I’ve given her permission to enjoy what she’s doing.
She closes her eyes and moans as she takes me deeper and deeper in her throat.
God, she’s perfect.
Her whimpering and soft moans get louder and louder as she gets bolder with her strokes.
“Look at me,” I say, afraid her eyes will be glazed over with thoughts ofhim.
When she looks at me, her eyes darken, and there’s a small twinkle in her eye as her teeth scrape my skin gently before sucking harder, making me gasp and almost lose my load.
“Wicked thing,” I sputter when I regain my composure.
She grins around my cock, entirely present.
I pull her head back off my cock, even though it pains me to do it. All I want is to have her continue to beg and suck me on her knees in front of me. I need to see what’s changed. I need to see if she is truly ready for this. If this is what she wants.
Seeing her on her knees—this is definitely what I want. And more than just because it’s what will help me cement my deal with Vincent and stay alive. I want Rialta.
But only if she wants me in return. I don’t want to fuck her to erase Kit. And I don’t want her to fuck me for any other reason than she wants to fuck me.
She’s close to coming to that realization, even if her motives for wanting to fuck me started off differently.
“Lay down on the bed,” I command.
Her eyes widen, and her teeth scrape her bottom lip, but she obeys. She takes her time, lying down on the bed. Her chest rises and falls quickly, drawing my attention to her curvaceous breasts that have been begging for me to touch them and lick their peaks. It’s taking all my self-control to not touch her until I’m sure she couldn’t take another breath if I didn’t fuck her.
I walk to my closet, feeling her eyes on my naked body as I walk. It’s a feeling I could get used to.
I take my time in the closet, knowing I’m driving her wild with anxiety and anticipation. When I step back out, I don’t let her see what’s in my hands straight away.
“Trust me,” I demand, not asking.
“I trust you, Lennox, more than I trust myself.”
Her words pull at my heart. She should trust herself. Her instincts are better than she realizes, and it’s not trusting herself that has led her to some bad decisions. But that’s a conversation for a different time.
“Put your hands above your head.”