“Know what I think?” I grin as his heat spreads to me, and my pulse moves to my pussy.
“What do you think, Kelsey? I’m sure you’re going to tell me either way.”
“I think you’re a liar.”
“A liar? About what?” He tries to step away, but I hang on to his cock.
I get to my knees and look up at him, licking my lips nice and slow.
“I think you do like to have your dick sucked.”
Ever so softly, I blow across the head of his hard-on, slowly sliding my hand along his length. I bring my mouth closer and stop just a breath away.
God, just let him trust me.
His jaw ticks—once, twice, three times.
I take the power from him when I lick my lips again, and the end of my tongue grazes the tip of his head, capturing the bead of pre-cum waiting there. He sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.
I open my mouth. My gaze locks with his as I slide my tongue around the rim of his cock.
He throws his head backward and groans. “Fuck. Woman.”
I have him in the palm of my hand—or maybe on the tip of my tongue.
His fingers dive into my hair as he guides me to take in his erection.
A thread of guilt runs through my every breath—Carter Shulls will never have this pleasure again. And it’s not fair that I’m still here to enjoy this part of life. But Kelsey’s mouth is hot and wet and the best fucking thing to touch my cock in months. Maybe ever.
Kelsey takes my balls in one hand, massaging them as she glides the other up and down my shaft while she sucks the head of my dick and swirls her tongue over me. My erection is as tight and full as it’s ever been, and my ass cheeks clench every time she hits a certain spot.
Fuck. Me.
I need to throw her on the floor and ram my cock into her pussy, but at the same time, I don’t want to interrupt the magic she’s working with her mouth. And her tongue, it’s so soft, yet surprisingly strong as she wields it over my flesh.
She works my erection, ignoring my deformity, having no clue that she could suck me until she’s dry-mouthed and exhausted, but she won’t get me there.
I should tell her.
In a minute—I’ll tell her in a minute.
I close my eyes, allowing her to set the pace. It doesn’t matter what she does. It’s right. I can’t think about the moment that she’ll start to doubt that fact. Because it’s bound to happen. And then she’ll be finished with me, because who wants to be with the guy whom it seems you can’t please?
Even if every move she makes pleases the living shit out of me, she’ll doubt it. Even if I tell her how much pleasure she brings me…eventually, she’ll tire of never satisfying me. She’ll feel powerless, as powerless as I am to fix this problem. This curse.
My dick is diamond hard in her hands and mouth. Her head bobs under my palm, and I soak up the loving attention she lavishes on my cock.
I give it a little longer before I reach down and pull her up.
Chest to chest, I lean in and tug on her bottom lip with my teeth before I lay a hard kiss on her. Thrusting my tongue in and out, slipping it around the edges of her lips, my goal is to make her forget that I’m still hard as fuck.
But her hand finds my erection. Fingers dance over it, sending waves of heat through me, chased by surges of regret that I won’t be able to fully enjoy this moment with this beautiful girl.
But I don’t deserve to enjoy it, so it is what it is.
I let her go on as long as I can stand myself. I nip at her lips and slow down the kisses, running my hands up her arms as I set her away from me.
She comes toward me. I dodge her. After the second round of that, she stops and glares at me.
Fists on her hips, she narrows her eyes. “What’re you doing?”
“The insanity has to stop.”
“Insanity?”
I put the recliner between us as I stuff my junk into my pants, trying and failing to zip up over the bulge. “You think the only problem with my cock is the way it looks? That’s not the half of it.”
“It seems like everything works pretty well to me. You’re just self-conscious. The scars don’t bother—”
“You don’t understand.” I hold up my hand to stop her. “All that rubbing and sucking? As well as you do it—and believe me when I say you do it very well—it won’t matter in the end. I don’t climax. I can’t.”
Her eyes widen. “Climax? You mean you won’t come?”
I look away. “No. I don’t. And I can’t. I haven’t since the injury.”
Her brows knit. “Aw. If that’s the case, then that sucks—for you.”
“No shit. I’ve taken more cold showers these last few months than I did even as a pubescent teen with bad skin and stupid hair.”