A shiver of delight ran over my skin as my breath caught, feeling flushed at his dirty words. His voice was rough and somehow even deeper than normal as he continued, “The thought of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock until it’s buried deep within your throat is my fucking undoing.”
His words sent me into a frenzy—I wanted to do exactly that. While I loved how much the men around me put my pleasure above their own, there was a deep need within me to satisfy them in return. I couldn’t explain it, but the rush of endorphins I knew I would get in bringing them to their knees with pleasure had my pussy clenching. I’d spent so long being worried about how to navigate these relationships and not hurt anyone that I’d become far more timid than I would have ever thought.
It was time to reclaim the energy I had when I’d had a one-night-stand with Gabe, in a fuck-you move to the world. This was my body, and I’d do whatever I wanted with it.
I wasn’t some damsel-in-distress to be catered to at all times. What was it that Gabe said to me before?“I don’t know if you’re going to guide me to Heaven or Hell, Little Star.”A wicked grin curved my lips up. I was definitely taking them to Hell from now on. The longer I was away from Alfemir, the more Heaven was starting to sound a little overrated to me.
Confidence flared deep within me, and I used all my strength to catch the large man by surprise, flipping us over. His eyeswidened as I pushed down the sheets tangled between our bodies and grabbed the waistband of his boxers.
“Beauty, I didn’t mean you had to do it now?—”
I cut him off, maintaining eye contact as I continued to push his boxers down until his thick cock sprang free. Bringing my hand up to wrap around the base, I tightened my grip and ran it up and down his shaft. Shifting until I settled between his legs, I lowered my lips to hover just above his tip.
His jaw looked like it was about to break as I whispered, “You’re not in control now, Ronan. I am.”
Wrapping my lips around his tip, I rolled my tongue, licking the pre-cum pooling there and teasing him. His eyes never strayed from my own, and fuck me, there was something so hot about this eye contact. It was like we were in a battle of wills to see who would break first. If there was anything Ronan should have known from helping me train all those years ago as I refused to give up on affinity testing, it was that I wasn’t a quitter.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I began to suck on the thick head and bob my head up and down slightly. Meanwhile, my hand worked his shaft in tandem with my moves, going at a slow, agonizing pace.
He gritted his teeth as his hips bucked up, trying to get me to take more of him into my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me, Beauty.”
A muffled laugh rolled through me as I began to take him further into my mouth, my eyes watering with the strain as he hit the back of my throat. Still, I refused to look away. Cupping his balls with my hand, I rolled them between my fingers as I relaxed my throat and gagged slightly. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes and stuck to my lashes as I stared at him from beneath them, increasing my pace and letting him hit the back of my throat over and over.
His eyes rolled back as his thighs clenched beneath me, breaking our contact. A throaty groan left him and a sense of victory rushed through me, spurring me on. I sucked harder and faster, using my spit that coated his shaft to pump what I couldn’t take of him with my throat in my hand.
He began to rock at the same pace I set, fucking my throat until he hissed, “I’m going to cum, Beauty. You need to move now if you don’t want to take that in your mouth.”
Always the gentlemen, these guys. I wanted every bit of them, though.
Flattening my tongue against the bottom of his shaft, I moaned at the thought of him spilling into my throat.
“Shit, the way that feels,” he groaned.
He increased his pace and I took it all, loving the feeling of him claiming me and not being so damn gentle while doing it. There was a time and place for that, but right now I wanted this side of him. I wanted the Ronan who bantered with me and didn’t take it easy on me all those years ago.
Hot liquid pooled in my throat as he came to a stop, and I continued to bob up and down slowly, extending his release until he shook beneath me. His fingers gripped my hair, stopping me from continuing.
“Fuck, Beauty, you’ve got to stop. I’m too sensitive.”
My thighs shifted together as I swallowed and leaned back onto my calves to stare down at him. I could feel the slickness coating me at the desire and pleasure I’d felt in doing that. Batting my eyes at him, I licked my lips.
“You’re…” he began and then stopped, seemingly at a loss of words.
“The Devil?” I joked back.
Lust seemed to fade from his eyes as he looked at me with something akin to…wonder?
“Everything, Kieran. You’re everything.”
My lips parted as I inhaled sharply. “Oh.”
He surged upward, capturing my lips as he pulled me to sit on his lap. His tongue swept into my mouth, and there was something exceptionally tantalizing at him not being concerned about his cum that still coated my mouth.
“Kieran!” Steele yelled, making us both go still.
Shit.I was already pushing it with being late. I couldn’t take any longer to get down there.
Ronan and I broke apart, panting heavily as he leaned his forehead to rest against mine.
