Her lips, soft and wet, meet my throat. The kiss is light, barely there, but it’s enough to make my cock throb. I’m aching for her.
“I want to try something,” she says quietly. Her dark eyes stare into mine, waiting for approval or permission. I swallow thickly and nod, one jerk of my head. She can do whatever the fuck she wants to me right now.
I groan as she scrapes her body down mine, agonizingly slow. I flex my fingers. I fist them. I press them into the sides of my thighs.
She kneels in front of me and I watch in fascination as she maneuvers the button on my jeans effortlessly. Fuck. I want this. I want her hand wrapped around me. I want inside her mouth.
She drags the zipper down, releasing my hard-on. There’s a moment of uncertainty as she stares at me. I hold my breath, waiting, refusing to rush her, but wanting to guide her exactly where I need her.
Without an ounce of gentleness, she yanks my boxers down. My cock springs free. Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips, and my balls tighten in reaction.
I don’t usually watch. I usually can’t. My eyes follow every one of Rocky’s movements as she cautiously leans forward, wraps her small hand around me uncertainly, and then, almost timidly, circles her tongue around the head. Her warmth is inviting and I want more. So much more. I shudder with yearning.
Something flickers in her eyes—some kind of self-assurance I never noticed was missing until I witness the transformation right in front of me. Her mouth opens and she takes me inside. I throw my head back, sighing with pleasure. Yes. That’s what I wanted. What I needed.
I want to thrust into her, but I hold back. Fuck, I hold back and it’s the best form of agony. A moan echoes in my throat as she begins to bob her head, taking me further. Every stroke of her tongue feels better than the last, bringing me close to orgasm in record time.
My animalistic need takes over and I’m no longer able to resist. I work my fingers into her hair. The silky coolness of the strands slipping between my fingers adds to my pleasure. I’m going to erupt.
Her eyes lift, meeting mine, and the confident satisfaction so clear in her gaze pushes me there. She likes what she’s doing to me—the effect it has on me. The power her actions hold over me. It’s hot as hell.
“I’m close,” I rasp. I want to come in her mouth. I want to spill all over her tongue. I want it, but I don’t expect it.
But damn, I want it.
She doesn’t stop. Instead she moans, the vibration against my flesh throwing me over the edge. I come hard, releasing inside her. Trembles rock my body as she accepts it all. I can’t take my eyes off her mouth. Her tongue greedily laps at the tip, until there’s nothing left. I like the image too damn much.
I toe my shoes off, one at a time, and kick my jeans onto the floor. I’m far from sated. If anything, Rocky just made me want her more. I drop to my knees in front of her. Her lips are red and swollen. Beautiful. Kissable.
I place my hand on her chest, guiding her back to a lying position. I pull her pants off, pausing before I go for her panties. “Is this okay?”
She nods, her attention focused on my hands. When she’s naked from the waist down, I take my time, letting my fingers caress her skin. When I make a sweep along her inner thigh, she makes a sound that has me rock hard again.
“Is this okay?” I ask, though her whimper of approval has already made that clear.
“Yes,” she says on a sigh.
“And this?” I ask as I dip into her wetness. She bucks into my hand.
“Yes,” she groans between gritted teeth.
I lower my mouth between her legs. I nuzzle into her thigh, pressing my lips against her warm skin. I can smell her arousal and I want her taste in my mouth. “And this?” I kiss her mound softly. She arches into me, but I keep the pace deliberately relaxed. I smile against her when she doesn’t answer me. Her breaths come quicker, shallower.
I run my tongue between her folds, massaging her clit. “This?” I ask, my mouth still against her.
She grips my hair, holding me in place. “Yes,” she cries. “God, yes, Link. I want it all.”
Six
Rocky
I had no idea when I met Linken that he would be capable of doing this to me.
I was perfectly unhappy, living my miserable existence before he came along. I was fine humping strange men’s faces in dirty bar bathrooms. I was comfortable living like a hermit and drinking myself into oblivion.
I. Was. Fine.
Now I want things. I want him.
I moan, losing my train of thought. He feels so good. What the man can do with his mouth is beyond mind blowing. I’m incapable of thought or emotion. Right now, I’m just feeling. I’m just a body, drifting closer and closer to relief. A respite from who I am. What I am.