“What?” His eyes snap open and his head lifts from the sofa cushion to peer down at me.
The look on his face is making me want to squirm.
“I thought you wanted to do that?” he exclaims, horror and disgust clear in his voice. “You didn’t have to. You never have to.”
Now pity is swirling with his horror. My stomach is churning, cold and empty. My chest hurts. I jump to my feet and turn to stride away.
His fingers wrap around my wrist, holding me in place, gently and pleadingly. He isn’t holding tightly, it would be easy to snatch my arm free and flee.
“Please don’t go!” he begs with a frantic edge to his voice. “Please stay and let me blow you!”
His pleading eyes snap into focus as my head turns of its own accord. What the hell did he just say?
“Let me blow you,” he repeats, as if he knows I’m having trouble comprehending him.
He tugs on my wrist, and all of a sudden, I’m sitting on the sofa and he is the one on his knees. What on earth is happening?
Jack inches closer to my legs. I’m wearing a nightgown because Jack insisted staying in nightwear all day was a Christmas tradition.
“Can I? Blow you?”
My head is spinning. I’ve never felt so lightheaded. Jack is kneeling before me. Staring up at me beseechingly. This huge mountain of a man is at my feet. And it’s doing things to me.
I nod, even though I don’t mean to. I swear I haven’t fully weighed this all up yet. But apparently my body is deciding for me.
Jack grins as if I have bestowed upon him the gift of immortality. He lifts my red nightgown and bares me to his eyes. He looks down and seems to feast on the sight.
Then he licks his lips and leans closer. I squeak and push back against the sofa cushions.
He stops and gives me a concerned look.
“If you bite me, I will turn you into a slug!” I snap.
His eyebrows rise. “Why would I want to bite you?”
I force a swallow down my throat. “I don’t care for your reasons, I care I’m giving you the opportunity!”
He stares at me. Intently and sincerely. “I don’t want to bite you, Dyfri,” he says softly.
He is speaking to me as if I’m a crazed, feral animal. One that needs soothing and reassuring. It should be insulting. Demeaning. But he is practically glowing with honesty and good intentions.
And my cock somehow understands what is being offered and is extremely insistent that I accept.
I suck in a breath, and give Jack a sharp nod. My eyes close and my fists grab the sofa cushions.
Wet heat gently caresses my aching, throbbing cock. Sensation explodes. Pleasure soars. A cry escapes me. All just with one lick.
His lips wrap around me. Pressure along with the heat. The euphoria it creates melts all the thoughts in my mind.
I writhe, twist, whine and buck as Jack pleasures me with his mouth. Waves and waves of ecstasy. Until I feel as if I am floating. Flying. Free and wild. A creature that knows only joy. A body that has never known pain. I’m in a new world where only good things exist.
Jack hollows out his cheeks, and my back arches as I cry out something. My peak crashes through me. My cock pumps my seed down Jack’s throat.
A long time later, I open my eyes to find Jack grinning down at me. An echo is ringing in my ears. I think I cried out his name as I climaxed.
I blink and try to remember how to form coherent thoughts. Why was that so intense? Goddess knows I’ve had plenty of sex before. There was no reason for it to be so verydifferent.
Jack looks entirely too pleased with himself. He also looks as if he is waiting for us to go to bed.
