He pulls at my still-sensitive clit, grazes his teeth over it once, then moves back, takes my leg off his shoulder, and gets to his feet.
“Fucking come here,” I grit out, and fist the lapels of his suit jacket before pulling him to me and crashing our mouths together.
Dorran laughs against my lips, then opens them for me and kisses me back in a frenzy. The salt-like taste of my cum, mixed with Dorran’s hot breaths, drives me wild. I fist his hair and push his face closer to mine as I take his tongue between my lips and start sucking it.
Dorran grunts, then pulls back and grabs my jaw in a firm grip. “Open your mouth,” he orders.
I scan his face. His pupils are flared, and the sharp angles of his cheekbones are flushed a lovely shade of red.
I press my knee against his rock-hard cock, then slowly part my lips for him.
Dorran pushes his length against me and leans in before spitting in my mouth. He then stretches my neck and cups the side of it, places a thumb directly over my throat, and smirks down at me. “Swallow it.”
I do – hard enough that I feel the press of his thumb in the process.
He spits into my mouth again, then slides his tongue over mine as he kisses me.
I moan and fist his hair tighter, and when he slides his tongue out, saliva and cum strings between our mouths before dropping onto my chin.
“I wanna taste you,” I tell him honestly. “God, I want you in my mouth, Dorran.”
He groans and licks my chin, and I feel him getting harder against me. “That so?” He wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes. “Does this trigger you?” he asks, and I know it’s because of the imprints my mom had left on me.
I shake my head, because really, I hadn’t even thought about it until he’d pointed it out just now. But then again, I lose the ability to care about everything else when him and I are together, so it’s only natural to forget.
“It doesn’t, no,” I answer.
“You sure?” he confirms.
I nod. “Yes.”
He smirks. “Good, because I absolutelylovehow your pulse beats against the callouses on my fingers.” He squeezes my throat further, making me gasp.
“Kiss me while you choke me,” I croak out. “I want you to feel how my breaths stutter for you.”
Dorran’s chest heaves as he stares at me. “Jesus Christ, woman; you’re going to be the end of me.” He presses his lips to mine, and maintains a firm hold on my throat as he opens me for him and kisses me feverishly.
I bring a hand over his belt buckle and start to undo it, and run my other hand up and down his straining cock.
“You’re so fucking hard for me, Ledger,” I whisper against his lips. “Tell me, do you want your dick in my mouth?”
“You fucking know I do,” he hisses. “Pull me out, Little Swan. Look at what you do to me.”
I bite my bottom lip and start stroking him from over his pants. “Do you wanna come down my throat?” I ask him. “Or do you want it dripping down my face?”
“Cig–”
“I think I’d rather you cream my already wet cunt with your release,” I say, and squeeze his base, making him arch into me. “Have it flowing down my ass and thighs.”
Dorran grits his teeth and starts fucking my hand. “I’m going to make yo–”
“Ledge?”
It takes Dorran only a brief moment to lift my dress over my exposed breast and swivel in the direction the voice had come from. It happens so fast, that I barely have time to brace myself against the metaphorical avalanche that has collapsed over me – instantly ridding me of my state of arousal.
I fix my dress’s straps and turn, only to find Jayce glancing between Dorran and I with a scrutinizing expression on his face. Alex is next to him, and looks just as disheveled as I feel right now. When our eyes meet, he gives me a knowing smirk, and I can’t help but wink at him in return.
“What is it?” Dorran asks Jayce, who looks uncertainly in my direction.
