Nolan’s voice deepens. “Open your mouth, Juliet,” he commands. “Take my cock between those bratty lips of yours. You’re not going to stop until you’re full of my cum.”
My thighs squirm on the bed and my clit pulses with need. Pressing my legs together, I tighten my hold on his length and lean forward.
“No.” I freeze at the bark in Nolan’s tone and look up. His nostrils flare as he returns my stare. I can’t tell what he’s thinking and that, more than anything else, sets me on edge.
I never even did this for Bran and I’d been with him foryears. Maybe that’s why he ended up fucking Avery, but whatever the reason—none of it matters now. I’m on my knees before one of the most powerful men I’ve ever known and he’s gazing down at me like he’s not sure if he wants to save me or destroy me.
“Just your mouth,” he finally says. “I want you to get me off with nothing but your mouth.”
A challenge? That, I can do. My hands drift back towards his crotch. My head tilts back until I meet his stare. Slowly, I lean forward, nuzzling against the front of his groin as the silken length of him drags against the side of my face. He hisses between his teeth and I grin. Bet he didn’t think I could edge him without my hands. I flick my tongue out and lick over his hipbone.
“Payback?” he grits out.
“Maybe,” I whisper back. “But you’re getting what you asked for—so no complaining.”
His chest pumps up and down. Biting out a foul curse through gritted teeth, Nolan’s fingers sink deeper into my hair, cupping my skull as he drags me forward, against him. Light and shadows dance over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen.
I eat him up with my eyes, over the ridges of his stomach and the dips on either side of his hips, pointing straight down towards the very place I’m most interested in right now.
“Do it.” Nolan’s words are gruffer than normal, but I hear him just fine. “Take my cock in your mouth.Now.”
Lips twitching, I stop playing with him and open my mouth, sinking my lips around the hard ridge of his head and licking the underside with quick little flicks of my tongue.
“Ugh.” He grunts and jolts at the sensation. Long and thick, I swallow another inch as pearly fluid leaks from the tip and soaks into my tongue. “Fuck, you’re a damn succubus. Harder.” His demands are released from panting breaths. “Suck me harder.”
I follow his order, hollowing out my cheeks as I make my way down his length another few inches. A new groan escapes him and is followed by the clench of his fingers in my hair. The slight tug lights up my scalp, sparking something wickedly delicious that makes my pussy clench. A smile comes to my lips. So powerful and yet so weak for me. Only me.
Nolan doesn’t make me work any harder than I need to—though we both know any other time he would have. He grips his dick with a free hand and holds it up for me, his fingers cupping the base.
My breath comes in pants. I shiver just looking at him as I keep his dick between my lips. Heavy. Thick. Nolan’s mouth might be God’s gift to womankind, but his cock is a work of art.
How can he taste so fucking good? Is he even human? No other man has ever made me so turned on just by the mere idea of sucking his cock, of swallowing him down until every jet fills my belly.
Head hazy, I lean away from him, the inches leaving the warmth of my mouth until I stop at the head. The tiny slit that graces the crown is practically quivering as more of that pearly liquid escapes. I lap it all up, cleaning him around the head and paying particular attention to both that slit and the underside until he’s rocking against my face, pressing me to take him in again.
“God, your fucking… mouth.”
He groans as I take him back inside, hollowing out my cheeks again as I slowly lower myself as far as I can go without choking. The head of him bumps against the back of my throat and I wince, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. My hands come up, holding on to his sides, nails scratching against his skin.
“That’s it,” he whispers, encouraging me. “So good.”
It’s so hot when a man actually voices his pleasure. I love the noises he makes, the groans, and curses. His whole body is strung tight like a bow and he’s about to go off. I suck him harder, bobbing my head back and forth.
His sharp inhalations don’t stop me. Neither does his grunt as I drag the tip of my tongue along the veiny underside of his cock. He jerks in my grip, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat again. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to breathe evenly through my nose.
“I want more.”
My eyes pop open at that announcement and jolt up to his face—what I can see of it. As if sensing my hesitation and intention to pull away, Nolan’s hands both go to my head. One on either side, gripping me tight.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promises. “Just give me this, Princess. Let me fuck your face. Let me fill your belly.”
I want to see his eyes, to know that he actually means what he’s saying. Even though I can’t, though, there’s still something inside of me that’s encouraging me to let this happen. A hunger that I’ve never known swells within me.
This isn’t just some obligation to perform so that I can get my own pleasure later. It’s not about pride, but a bone-deep desire. IwantNolan to fuck my face, to come down my throat and make me feel his strength.
Nails sinking into either side of his hips, I bob my head up and down, going farther, taking him deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair, each sharp pull sending me into a realm of foggy desire that I don’t know if I’ll ever find the strength to come back.
“That’s it, Jules. Suck my cock. Worship it.” He presses me forward. My hands clench against his thighs and I suddenly wish he’d let me use them. I could do something with them—cup his balls or jerk at the rest of his length. But no, he wants my mouth, and my mouth only.
