“Deeper, Ashley. Suck my cock like you’re hungry for it.”
He pushes against me, his cock pressing farther back into my mouth than I’d ever let any of my previous boyfriends go. For a moment, I struggle to open my mouth wider, to keep my eyes from watering. But then I feel his hands loosen in my hair, go almost gentle, as he whispers, “Relax.”
So I do. I let my body go; let him take control. And he does. He thrusts into my mouth until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I moan against him, automatic. My voice vibrates around him, makes him gasp and draw back, then thrust between my lips again, his tip pressing down my throat a little. I struggle to catch my breath, and he runs his hands through my hair again.
“That’s it. Take it all in that sexy mouth of yours. Take my whole fucking cock, Ashley.”
He draws back for just long enough to let me catch my breath, and this time when he presses forward again, his tip slides down my throat, and my lips touch the base of his cock, my eyes widening.
I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t know I could take a cock as big as his. Part of me, a bigger part than I care to admit, thrills with pride at the thought. I used to not be sure about blowjobs—usually it felt like a chore. But with Damon it’s hot as hell—like a contest. A game. And I’m winning it.
“Fuck, Ash, you are such a dirty little girl,” Damon murmurs, and I love that sound. The sound of him losing control to me.
He draws back, and I reach around to grip his ass with both of my hands as we find our rhythm—me rocking back and forth on my knees, keeping my lips clamped tight around his thick shaft, and him thrusting against me, his hips colliding with my face with each thrust, his cock spearing deep into my throat every time. It takes effort to keep my mouth open wide, my jaw relaxed, but it’s worth it for every peek I steal up at his face, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his mouth open in distraction, and his chiseled body hard with anticipation in between thrusts.
“I’m going to come in your throat, Ashley. I’m going to make you swallow my cum, every last drop.”
I moan around him in agreement, and that makes his cock jump inside my mouth, the flat plane of his abs tensing as he starts to near his edge. I dig my tongue up against his underside and keep moving my lips around him, making him grit his teeth and groan through them.
“Fuck,” he hisses one last time, and with a sharp inhale, he starts to come. “That’s it, take it, swallow it all,” he gasps, and I suck his cock hard, milking every last drop.
He tastes the same way he smells—animalistic, all salt and a heady, hot scent that makes me go weak at the knees. I can’t get enough of the taste, and even after he stops coming, I keep licking his cock, cleaning every drop of cum from him, until finally he reaches down and tilts my chin up so I pause long enough to meet his eyes.
“You are dangerously fucking good at that, do you know that?” he asks, a dark chuckle underlying his tone.
I can’t help it. I grin up at him, pleased. “Do you want me to try again?” I ask, leaning forward to flick my tongue across the tip of his cock. To my surprise, he’s already starting to get hard again, or at least not softening all the way. Those dark eyes of his are still locked on mine, boring into me, and I wonder if it’s the sight of me kneeling at his feet that has him hardening once more already.
Before I can ask, Damon reaches down with both hands and draws me to my feet. It’s easy for him—he picks me up like I weigh nothing at all. I glance up at him, our faces inches apart, and then I reach for the hem of the shirt he’s still wearing. Slowly peel it up and off him, to drop it into a pile beside the pants he already shed. He’s naked in front of me now, every inch of his sculpted muscles on perfect display, and I run my hands across his chest, his abs, his hips, unable to believe that I just made this man, this Adonis, nearly drop to his knees in pleasure with my mouth alone.
From the look in his eyes, Damon can’t believe it either. He watches me touch him for a moment in silence, then reaches down and pulls off my shirt as well, slowly and sensuously, not at all like the rough man from earlier who demanded I suck his cock for a deal.
A deal… There’s something else I should be focusing on. Another job I had to do here. It nags at me, but not hard enough to break through the fog when Damon drops my shirt to the floor beside us and unclasps my bra next, letting my breasts spring free. He reaches down to cup them with both hands, his thumbs massaging my nipples in slow circles until they harden under his touch.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, and standing there, before his awed gaze, I feel it, for the first time in a long time.
I step closer to him, let our torsos press together, and feel the white hot heat between us, the burn of his skin against mine. His arms encircle me almost by habit, and then creep down toward my skirt, to push under the waistband and slide down to cup my ass.
Our faces hover just centimeters apart. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my cheek, and catch the scent of him, mingled with mint now. “Tell me the truth,” I murmur. “Did you clean up for me today, Damon Tell?”
“Is that one of your questions?” he asks, eyes snagging mine. Then, without another answer, without waiting for me to respond to that, he leans forward and his lips collide with mine.
We crash into each other. There’s no other word for that kiss—for the way his mouth devours mine, hungry and wanting, and the way I swallow him right back, our tongues tangled and our lips pressed together so hard I can feel my teeth behind them, but I don’t care. He bites my lower lip, just hard enough to make me gasp, and I catch his lip between my teeth next, tease him by rolling it between my teeth.
His arms tighten around me, lift me off the ground, and next thing I know we’re tumbling sideways onto the bed, Damon on top of me, pinning me beneath his strong body, my legs wrapped around his waist as he leans in, mouth still firmly clasped to mine. We part just long enough for him to gaze down at me, a growl in his throat.
“I can taste my cum on your tongue,” he murmurs, a faint grin on his lips. “It’s hot as hell, Ashley Marrón.”
In response, I lean up to kiss him again, and his hands slide between us, just long enough to undo the clasp of my skirt and wriggle it down and off my hips. He tosses it aside, laughing under his breath when he finds that, once again, I’m wearing no panties beneath.
“Quick learner,” he says, his voice appreciative.
“It helps when you have a thing for your teacher,” I point out, grinning. But something about the moment stops him, then. He pauses, leaning over me, gaze sweeping over my body. The same hunger, same lust, is still white-hot in his gaze, but now he’s hesitating, and I don’t know why.
“What is it?” I murmur, when he doesn’t say anything for a moment.
Damon leans back, slowly, and my body aches, physically protesting the lack of his hot warmth against me. “I didn’t meant to do that,” he says, his voice different now, low and soft and filled with regret.
I push myself up to a seated position on my elbows. Then I try and fail to catch his eye. “Do what?”
He runs a hand through his hair. Grips it and tugs a little, his teeth gritted. “You should leave.”
“Leave? Now?”