Page 116 of Renegade Rift
“You don’t have to,” I rasp, trying to be a gentleman, but fuck do I want her to.
“A deal’s a deal, Mr. McCoy.”
“What have I said about that name?”
“That you want to be worthy of it.” She pulls back and arches a single brow. “From where I’m standing, you’re looking pretty damn worthy.”
Her saying so should be enough. But it’s not. Not yet. As soon as I fix things with Mercer. And help her fix things with her family. Maybe then I’ll feel worthy of the title—of the way she’s looking at me right now.
Her hands trace across my sides to my hips and settle there as she drops to her knees, wobbling with all the grace of a baby deer.
I suck in an audible breath at the sight of her before me, scanning to make sure her words line up with her body language.
She tugs expertly at the button of my jeans, chewing her cheek nervously as she does. But nerves are normal. It’s the determination and faux confidence that’s taken over the lust in her eyes that gives me pause.
Her fingers skate the band of my boxer briefs, teasing the sensitive skin on my lower belly.
“Love.”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and there’s no doubt that I was right. She’s lost in her own head.
I reach down and cup her cheek. “What’s going through that pretty little mind of yours?”
“I’m sorry.” She licks her plump lips and with her so close, I have to force myself to focus beyond my straining cock. “I’m—can you walk me through this? Like you did with touching myself?”
“Have you never done this before?”
I swear if she says no, we’re done here. How the hell could I not have asked before? And here I am having her live out my fantasy of getting action in the scoreboard when I should’ve been asking the questions and taking care of her.
“No. I have.” She reassures me, running a hand over the outline of my dick and causing my hips to jerk. “I was just—Tyler always told me I wasn’t very good at it because I couldn’t take him all in my mouth. And after last night, and everything you’ve done for me, I want to be good at it.”
Fuck me.
Tyler just needs to die a thousand deaths. Each one more painful than the last.
I hope his soul is rotting in hell.
My jaw ticks, and it takes everything in me to reign in my anger. I don’t want Juliet to think any of it is because of her. She’s a goddamn vision on her knees before me, and the fact that Tyler ever thought to make her feel like less is a tragedy.
My hand tangles in the hair at the base of her neck, and I lower myself so I’m squatting in front of her. “I’ll teach you whatever you want, love, but don’t for a second think you need to try and take all of me to be good at this. Just the sight of you on your knees is enough to make me want to come in my pants. I promise you, whatever you do with that mouth of yours is going to drive me wild.”
She nods and even though I’m not positive she’s fully hearing me, the lust has returned to her eyes, and I’m sure she wants this as much as I do.
I untangle my hand from her hair and rise back to my full height in front of her. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” she whispers, but it comes out more like a plea and I almost come right then.
Juliet discovered on night one she likes to beg, and while I never knew it was a kink of mine to grant wishes, for her, I’ll be a mother fucking genie.
“Now, take me out,” I tell her.
Juliet doesn’t look up at me at all before her hands dart out and tug down the fabric of my boxer briefs, freeing my cock.
A desperate groan escapes my throat, but Juliet's eyes stay focused on the angry veins and leaking tip inches from her face. She licks her lips, and I'm halfway tempted to just set her loose and tell her to do what feels right, because the moment her mouth is on me it won’t take much to get me there.
But she asked for my help, so slow and steady it is.
“Good girl,” I croon. “Now, take the tip between your lips and tease it with your tongue.”
