Chuckling, he straddles me, weight balanced on one knee while the other foot anchors on the floor. “I’ll crush you if I sit on you.”
“Crushing me should be the least of your concerns,” I fire back. “Once I take you in my mouth, I’ll likely choke. Hell of a way to die if you ask me.” I encourage him closer, wrapping a hand around him and stare.
“Ingrid,” he growls, voice low and rough. “You are a dirty, filthy girl.”
Sounds like a compliment.
I know I’m blushing. I push the shy girl screaming at me to stop aside. She can shut the fuck right up. This man wants me, and I’m going to savor that. Tonight, I’ll be brave, let him show me what it’s like to be wanted this way. Maybe when this affair ends, I’ll walk away with more confidence. Enough to find a guy who wants the woman I’m growing into.
I lick my lips in anticipation. He’s huge. It’s that or the other guys were on the small side. My fingers can’t close around him, not fully. Girthy bastard. And he’s long; both hands could fist him. The tip would be peeking out, ready for me to slip into my mouth. Choking on him is a real possibility, no joke. But if that’s how I go, at least I’ll know I gave it everything.
“You’re killing me.” He thrusts his hips slowly. “I don’t care what you do… but fuck, please… do something. My brain is about to explode with all the thoughts running through it.”
I squeeze and then pump his cock in my palm. Slow, deliberate pumps—up and back down. It’s lined with ridges I bet would feel amazing inside me. My insides heat just thinking about it. If he touches me now, he’d discover how soaked I am for him. Tilting just right, I press my lips to the swollen tip, reveling in the way he feels there. Heavy and hot.
I’ve never given a guy head before. Too intimate. Too personal. But this is Darius. I can’t resist. It feels right. Natural. Like the next step. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what this arrangement could mean, but I’m not backing down now. He gave me the best orgasm of my life when he licked my pussy. Returning the favor is the very least I can manage.
I work him past my lips, confidence growing with each inch I take. The angle’s wrong with him straddling me, and I need help. Pulling back, I glance up, lips still brushing the tip, as I give him a wicked grin.
“It would probably be easier if you just fucked my mouth while I suck you like a lollipop.”
He shakes his head, jaw tight, determination etching across his face. “That what you want? For me to fuck that filthy mouth of yours like I own it? Drive my cock down your tight throat until you choke on it? My cum on your tongue, filling your mouth, forcing you to either swallow or let it spill out?”
My thighs press together when my clit noticeably throbs. “Yes.”
Before he claims my mouth, he kisses me—hard and deep. It scores my soul and makes me wonder what the hell a kiss like that means. Suddenly, this doesn’t feel casual. It feels dangerous, like something that could stretch into forever.
Still high from his kiss, he slips his cock inside my mouth. His thumbs stroke my cheeks as he steadies my head, guiding me. He fucks my mouth slowly at first, letting me learn the rhythm, then drives deeper, harder—until I nearly choke. I fight through it, relax, swallow him down. My eyes water. Drool slips down my chin. But I don’t stop. Not when I see the way he’s looking at me, the admiration in his eyes. When I think I’ve reached my limit, he pulls back, spilling his hot and salty cum into my mouth. I swallow quickly, eager not to waste a drop. His taste is addictive.
Jerking free, he shifts back only to crash his mouth to mine. Kissing me deep at first, then softer until he’s sucking on my bottom lip, murmuring against it. “Fuck, Ingrid. That was hot. You are amazing. Best blowjob I’ve ever had—no lie.”
I giggle, breathless. “It was my first.”
He freezes, grabs my face and stares at me like he’s sure he heard me wrong. “You’re serious? Damn. Well, if you think I’m letting you do that to anyone else, think again.”
I push away the dangerous thoughts of what he means. If I let my brain go there, I’ll only end up hurt.
“Once I recover, I’m fixing us one hell of a dinner. Unless you think you want to do that.” He tugs me closer, his softened cock resting against my leg.
“I can’t cook. Never learned how,” I confess with a small laugh. “But I can order takeout like a pro.”
“Give me five and I’ll decide.” He nuzzles my neck with his lips, warm and lingering.
I close my eyes, breathing him in, memorizing the feel of his arms around me. For the first time in a long time, everything feels exactly right—and I don’t want the night to end.
Chapter 17
Darius
Dinner ends up coming from takeout. After that mind-blowing high, the last thing I want is to stop cuddling just to cook. Once I’ve caught my breath and slipped into something more comfortable, I pull up the menu from our favorite Chinese place. Order us a handful of dishes to share and wait for Ingrid to change.
She comes back in sweats and a t-shirt. Fuck me, she’s cute as hell. Entirely at home. And it hits me—I want her to choose me. To be the man who steals the rest of her tomorrows, forever.
Ironic, since forever used to be my nightmare. I was the guy who swore to live the bachelor life until I died. No strings. No attachments. Then Ingrid showed up. Alters everything. Flipped the script, and now all I want is her. Always.
The doorbell rings, and I’m off the couch in a second. No way I’m letting her get it. She’s browsing Netflix, looking for a good movie for us to watch. Plus, the last thing I want is her putting weight on her leg. She needs to rest it.
Tonight’s about us. Spending time together and letting what happens happen. I’ve got ideas, but nothing that will jeopardizeher injured leg. Maybe a soak in the tub later, a hamstring rub down, and icing her knee before tucking her into bed. Hopefully mine. We don’t have to do more than cuddle while we talk. Do I want more? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I also don’t want to ruin this, building something solid, by moving too fast.
