And I didn’t like blah.
I think that was the entire point of my relationship with Michael: he’d made me feel normal. I’d grown up around cops, grown up learning martial arts from the time I could walk. I’d spent as much time at the shooting range as I had the library, as much time in the dojo as I had in the classroom. I could hold my own against three black belts at once, and could put an entire clip in a tight grouping dead center with a nine millimeter at twenty-five yards. I’d gone skydiving with Dad at eighteen, and did my first solo jump at nineteen. I could throw a knife and hit the target. I was on a first-name basis with most of the police officers in Seattle.
Not normal…at all.
Michael was normal. Even his family was the “normal” kind of dysfunctional. And being with him had sort of forced me to fit into a “normal person” pigeonhole.
But that wasn’t me.
This was me.
Surrounded by a bunch of wild, dominant, alpha males who seemed to accept me at face value and weren’t inclined to ask any questions. Men who weren’t intimidated by the fact that I could go hand-to-hand with a Navy SEAL and hold my own, and were actually impressed by it. In bed with a big, hard, strong, powerful, bare-knuckle brawling tattooed bartender with a heart of gold—once you dug past the surly demeanor—and a monster cock. A man who let me tie him up and tease him. I had no doubt he could rip that flimsy T-shirt apart if he really wanted to, but he was content to let me do what I wanted, confident enough in himself to let me have my way and know it’d be good for him.
I hadn’t left this tiny slice of Ketchikan, but even so I felt more at home here than I had my entire life in Seattle. The mountains in the distance, the constant squawk of seagulls and the crash of waves against the docks—it reminded me of Seattle in some ways, but there was a wildness to it that appealed to me.
Just like the man beneath me.
I had him hard as a rock, leaking pre-come. He was throbbing in my hands. His eyes were heavy-lidded with need, his hard muscles tensed from the effort to hold himself still. His cock was wet with my saliva, and he was already holding back, I could tell. And boy oh boy, I was just getting started. I knew all his tells, already. I knew he was close to coming and holding back, and I knew exactly when to back off so he didn’t come before I was ready.
He’d made me come once already, and I was planning to get several more out of him before I let him come.
Sebastian growled and bucked his hips, and I realized I’d been spacing out, staring at him while lost in thought. “Dru? You all right?”
I plunged my fist down his shaft. “More than all right.” Another slow stroke, then I bent and licked pre-come away as if I was eating an ice cream cone. “Just…coming to a few realizations of my own.”
“What kinda realizations?” he asked, struggling to sound normal rather than breathless from pleasure.
I wrapped my lips around the plump head of his cock and swirled my tongue around him, then paused to answer. “Just that I never really belonged in Seattle. That was my dad’s home, not mine. My life there wasn’t what I wanted, it was just me making the best out of what I had.”
He grunted as I put my mouth around him again and took inch after thick, throbbing inch of his cock. “And have you figured out where you—shit, shit, Dru, that feels so fucking good—where you do belong?”
I took all of him, swallowed to ripple my throat muscles around him. Backed away, then bobbed down again, backed away, bobbed down—taking him out of my mouth and then taking him deep again, teasing him, fucking him with my mouth until I had him grunting and bucking.
When I finally let him fall free from my mouth, I sighed in pleasure at the sight of his massive cock all glistening wet from my mouth, leaking pre-come, seconds from detonating. Such a beautiful cock this man had. I cupped my palm around the shaft and kissed the side of him. “I really love your cock, Sebastian.”
He groaned. “My cock loves you back, Dru.” I took him down my throat again, all the way, without warning. “Fuck, holy fuck! How the hell do you that?”
I grinned at him after I’d backed away. “Magic.”
“I like your magic.”
“I thought you might.”
I stroked his length with both hands, slowly, rhythmically, until he was bucking into my fists and groaning and cursing between clenched teeth.
“Dru, shit—I need to come.”
“Oh yeah?” I cupped his balls in my hand. “These feel pretty tight. Are they aching?”
He actually whimpered when I suckled those plump, sensitive balls into my mouth. “Everything aches, Dru. So fuckin’ bad. I need to come.”