That sends her into hysterics, which is adorable, but it’s the last thing I want her to be doing while she’s eye level with my cock.
She finally emerges. “That is top-tier caregiving, Ryker. How did he convince you to do that?”
All five of us have one, but I don’t need her thinking about my brothers’ dicks, so I omit that detail.
“We show up for each other, whatever that entails. That’s the one thing Axel and I managed to get right.” I drag my thumb over the two crisscross, platinum barbells in the crown, and a tingling zap shoots through me. “It’s a magic cross piercing.Healing time can be extensive, and since I was abstinent and Jax needed a first client for it, I volunteered.”
You were gone, and it felt like holding on. Believing. Something not vanilla to offer you someday.
I don’t think she’s ready to absorb the gravity of my obsession though, so I keep that to myself.
Gathering her hair, I fist the strands so I have a firm grip on her head, and her laughter dies as I paint her lips with my precum.
“Now let me see how talented that mouth is while I spill all my secrets.”
She devours every drop I feed her with a seductive moan, her tongue trailing the crown and the vein on the underside as she curls her hand around my shaft, pumping in a rhythm that already has me seeing shooting stars. “Like this? You like that speed?”
Even with all her experience, she’s so innocent. Eager. Moldable.
I lift her chin to be sure she soaks in my words. “That’s perfect. Spit on it, Viper, and don’t take those gorgeous eyes off me. I’ll give you everything you’re searching for, but I’ve waited too fucking long for this. I want to memorize every goddamn expression on your pretty face.”
With her forest-brown embers locked on me, she spits right below the head, quickly spreading the wetness over my length. The heat in her gaze is disarming. She’s as helpless to this as I am, even if she fails to acknowledge that.
But like the royalty she is, she rises above it and issues her order. “Start talking.”
Utterly enamored by the bewitching scene before me, I plant my hand on the wall behind her, thankful I need to focus on this KORT bullshit so I don’t come in thirty seconds. “It’s a cabal,comprised of five powerful entities that all offer something different. Axel brings the hospitality piece to the table.”
“Good.” She never slows her pace, but her approval is short-lived, and her grip isfirm. “Am I fucking working for them, Ryker?”
“If you want more, you gotta choke on me, baby.” My eyes latch on to hers as she obeys, taking me into her mouth and swallowing my length with a ravenous tempo, so sloppy and determined that her mouth froths in seconds, pooling at the sides and dripping onto her chin.
She opens her throat, accepting my thrusts as my hips buck forward—branding her, as promised. No gag reflex. She’s a damn miracle.
“Such a good fucking girl.” A zing draws my balls up. “So beautiful with those plump lips wrapped around my cock, Mercy. The things I want to do to you.” The praise rolls off my tongue, but I clench my jaw, willing myself to hang on, and slink my hand inside her blouse to pinch her nipple while rewarding her with more information. “Being a high-level executive with La Lune Noire connects you, yes.”
She pops off almost violently, her glare brimming with a cocktail of rage and lust while her hand maintains her delicious cadence, oddly in sync with the restaurant musicians. “And that’s a position with a termination date of …”
“Never.”
“I fucking knew it.” She seethes, her tongue darting out to snatch another dollop of precum. “And what about Ty and Rena? Ivy? The attack here? And the party the other night?”
Fuming or not, she kneads my balls with her free hand, dusting over my taint with a velvety touch as she swallows me whole, slurping and sucking. She groans, so fucking turned on that she appears unhinged, voracious, the vibrations rippling through my abdomen, spine, and limbs. I’m close to losing it.
This is a genius interrogation tactic.
I drive my hips forward and push out my response after a delirious growl. “Associated with them, yes. Ty and his whole family, which includes Ivy, all work for KORT. The attack here was a negotiation meeting gone wrong. A setup. Ty’s crew caught some of the guys, but there’s still someone after them. And at the party, we were getting a handle on any opposition to KORT and determining if there was a tie to the puppet master behind the attack.”
With another brutal retreat of her mouth, she leaves my dick throbbing in her palm. “And Remy and I are here now. Stuck? Associated with them? I trusted you.”
This blow job is an angry tango, erasing lines between vexations and cravings.
Fighting or fucking.
Annihilating. So damn hot.
“As you should.” I angle her head, guiding her back down to take nearly all of me, fucking her throat while I lay it all out there. “None of that matters. You’re here for good either way. This is an extra layer of protection. A threat against you is a threat against them. And I’ll keep you and Remy safe, like I’ve always done. I’ll give you everything you need, everything you’ve ever wanted. No one can touch you now.”
Her watery doe eyes hitch to mine, teeming with so many things—broken pieces and fears and salacious fantasies. Dreams she’s terrified to clutch.
