“I’m not teasing you,” I lie, running my thumb over the head of his erection. “I’m exploring like you did with your mouth.” That gives me an idea, and I drop to my knees before him, bringing his cock to my lips. “I can explore this way, if you prefer.”
“Goddamn,” he swears, slapping one hand against the shower wall to hold himself upright. His other goes to my head, pushing my wet hair back from my face. “Yes, suck me.”
“Like this?” I tease, wrapping my tongue around the head of his erection to pull him into my mouth. I toy with him, sucking on the head of his cock like it’s a lollipop as water sluices down his abdominals, and he groans my name.
He rocks his hips forward, his dark eyes blazing with heat. “Stop teasing and suck my cock, Autumn.”
“Do I get to decide what we do today?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck. We’ll do whatever you want to do. Just wrap those perfect lips around my cock, little rebel,” he growls, thrusting his fingers into my hair. He tugs on the strands, making me moan.
"Good." My lips curve into a satisfied smile. I'm playing dirty and I know it. But I also know it's the only way I stand a chance in hell of getting him to go where I want to go today. He'll tie me up and drag me back to Silver Spoon Falls before he willingly lets me go to a protest, let alone attends one with me.
But this is who I am. These are the things that matter to me. That hasn't changed just because Jimmy Gatlin decided to sue me. If Zane is going to be part of my life—and I really want him to be part of my life—
he needs to know what he's signing up for now.
I wrap one hand around his shaft and suck him deep into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, and I instantly gag around him.
"Fuck," he curses, rocking his hips. "I feel your throat constricting around me, fighting me."
My eyes water as his turn black with lust. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them. He's beautiful in his need.
He pulls back, allowing me to draw a breath. "Again," he orders me. "Don't fight me. Swallow when I hit the back of your throat."
I bob my head in a nod, eager to take him as far as I can. Eager to make him as crazy as he makes me.
He thrusts forward, slipping past my lips. His shaft glides along my tongue. As soon as he hits the back of my throat, I gag again. I try to swallow, but he's too darn big. He backs off to let me breathe and then tries again.
This time, I swallow before my gag reflex kicks in. His cock slips down my throat.
"Ah, fuck," he groans. "Good girl." His stomach muscles quiver as he rocks his hips, pushing himself deeper.
My eyes water, my face turning red. I don't want him to stop. I feel… powerful. Fierce. I'm the reason this man is trembling. I'm the reason he's moaning. I made him look like he's seconds from losing his mind.
I cup his balls in my hand, fondling them.
"Autumn!" he shouts, trying to pull back.
I wrap one hand around his powerful thighs, keeping him right where I want him. He growls a curse as his body gives up the fight and he comes down my throat.
* * *
“Where the fuck are we going, little rebel?” Zane growls, eyeing me suspiciously from the passenger seat of his SUV. He’s awful surly when he isn’t in charge. It’s honestly kind of hot. I make a mental note to wheedle my way into being in charge more to bring out Grumpy Zane.
“You’ll see,” I say, biting my lip to hide a smile. I’m pretty sure he’s going to lose his mind when he sees where we’re going, but he did agree, even if it was under dubious circumstances.
"I'm spanking you when we get back to the hotel."
"Fine, then I'm spanking you, too."
"The hell you are," he growls.
"Oh, so you get to spank me, but I don’t get to spank you? That doesn't seem very fair, honey bunny."
"Neither was getting me to agree to whatever you're up to while you were touching my cock," he reminds me with a smirk. "But here we are."
"What makes you think I'm up to something?" I ask, ignoring the rest of what he said. Mostly because it's true, and I can't argue with reality.