I kissed his scar again and he surrendered on a sigh as he told me, “Save me or sacrifice me, I don’t care which one it ends up being as long as I get my cock in your mouth and I get the chance to watch you come when I’m buried as deep as I can get inside of you.” He pulled me up onto my toes once again and touched his lips to mine. I closed my hand around his cock reflexively and felt the vibration of his groan all the way into my core. It made my body throb and my nipples tighten instantly. When he released me, he did it with a smirk and a challenge in his eyes. “This has to be our moment, Echo, because it’s so not perfect, but that doesn’t matter because you kind of are. Show me what you got, Pop-Tart.”
Challenge accepted.
I felt like I’d been waiting to show someone what I was really all about since the moment I made the decision to get clean and take my life back.
I kissed the hollow of his throat and slipped my thumb over the now damp slit on the crown of his cock. His hips involuntarily kicked toward me and his hands curled into fists at his sides. I nibbled on his collarbone and continued to work my fist up and down, feeling his body throb and heat in reaction. His already rigid abs tightened even more and his thick thighs clenched enticingly as I continued to work him with my hand and tease him with my mouth. He muttered my name and it had never sounded so much like a dirty word.
I flicked my tongue over the flat of his nipple and rubbed the tip of my nose against the brush of his chest hair as I moved over to repeat the action on the other side. He grunted and lifted his hands to rest them on my shoulders, but thought better of it when they automatically stiffened to protect the injured one. Instead, his fingers skimmed lightly through my hair and twined in the curls, holding on carefully as I methodically lowered myself to my knees in front of him, stopping to trace his taut tummy along the way.
I glanced up at him from under my lashes and felt my body clench at the sight of his locked jaw, hooded eyes, and flushed face. His broad chest was rising and falling like he was struggling to breathe and the veins in his biceps were lifted as he struggled to keep himself in control so he didn’t force me or move me in a way that was going to jar my shoulder. He was a man used to taking what he wanted but in our moment, he was going to let me give it to him instead.
I followed the bold line of the vein that ran along the underside of his cock with my tongue and stopped to circle the head over and over again. I licked him like he was a lollipop and chased the moisture that trickled out of the tip until he moaned, his fingers twitching in silent demand against my scalp. I got the impression he wanted to pull, to tug, to guide me but he was forcing himself to stay in check because of my lingering injuries. “Put your lips around it, Echo.”
I followed his order and immediately sucked so hard that my cheeks hollowed out. He was way too big to take all the way in, so I kept my hand circled around the base of his erection, turning and twisting in time to the gentle suction of my mouth. I liked the weight of him on my tongue, liked the way he took up all the space there was. It made me wet and had me squirming in front of him. Once again, I was irritated I couldn’t use my left hand for much of anything. If it had been working the way it was supposed to, I would slip it under the baggy waistband of my borrowed pants and work on soothing the ache that was building between my thighs. I squeezed them together and moaned around the steely flesh in my mouth.
I took more of his length, pulling that pulsing flesh back as far as I could. I licked and sucked, swirled and twisted until he was panting loud enough that it blocked out the rush of my own arousal between my ears. His big body arched and bent before me. His hands left my hair, one going to cup my cheek, the other covering mine on the lower part of his erection. He tightened his fingers over mine, applying far more pressure than I would have dared for the first time. He squeezed and tugged as I swallowed and forced myself to breathe when he exploded across my tongue in a warm, wild rush. It was a little messy and a lot chaotic when he let his head fall back against the door while he stroked his thumb over the crest of my cheek. He was right; it wasn’t exactly flawless—we were both too hurried and frantic trying to get as much of each other as we could. But he was as close to my perfect match as I’d ever found, so it was a moment that would stretch into infinity every time I thought about him and how special this time with someone that was made for me was.
I leaned back on my haunches and gazed up at him. His eyes had an edge that was sharp enough to slice right through my heart as he reached down and offered me a hand so he could help me to my feet.