“Maybe if you slant your head a little.” He holds my chin, shifts in his chair, and digs his finger into my mouth until I’m gagging, which only accentuates the sting.
Is he freaking serious right now?
He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was only halfway inside my mouth, but that still has him brushing the back, a hair’s breadth from my tonsils. Girth and length and velvet.
“That’s not working.” Panic laces his tone as he strokes his forehead. “Maybe I should call Dr. Landry.”
Oh God, no.
I’m going to have to move to another country and change my identity after this.
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Who have I become?
I can hear my sister Eden whispering,A floozy, in my mind.
“Mm-mm,” I burble. “Nond cawl anyain, lee.”
“Don’t call anyone, please?” he reiterates with a smirk, which is so impressive.
I nod. “Mmhmm.”
“You gotta stop making noises, beautiful.” He pets my head with so much gentle adoration that my stomach flips. “It’s doing something to me, and I’m really trying here.”
A surge of victory rushes through me and straight to my panties, but that is completely misplaced. Iama floozy. How could I be turned on right now? No, I refuse to think like my prudish sister. I just like sucking a man off, which is totally normal, and this situation is confusing.
Cramming my finger and thumb into my mouth, I try to find an angle that will allow me to unhook my barbell while my eyes dart around for a distraction because that wolfish expression on his face will be my undoing.
He still has his earbud in. I wonder if it’s playing music again. It makes so much sense that he always has a tune in his ear because he carries himself like he’s subtly dancing or about to break into one, on top of a mountain, conquering life. Fascinating.
Suddenly, I’m hit with the urge to know his favorite playlists or what he’d pick for a theme song. Something cocky with a strong beat, no doubt.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m getting soft. We can’t have that. But that’s an idea. He needs to be soft so we have room to unfasten one of the piercings.
Removing my fingers, I try to explain. “Yoo heen hoo cowm.”
Hopefully, he doesn’t need me to be sexy to accomplish that. I sounded like less of a moron when I had my wisdom teeth taken out, accidentally took an extra Vicodin, and thought my neighbor was making a nuclear weapon in her basement. She was just an old lady who wanted tonukeme a bowl of soup. Thankfully, she couldn’t understand my rant. My sister Violet nearly peed herself.
I loathe being out of control. It’s not a good look on me. The drool streaming out of my mouth probably isn’t either.
Maddox’s lips quirk up in a lopsided grin that could set the whole resort ablaze with scorching seduction. “I’m going to need you to repeat that, Dollface. I don’t want to misinterpret or put words in your mouth.”
I pin him with my best death glare and suck … aggressively.
“Right. What’s a few more things in there?” He grits that out with a laugh, full and boisterous, as he hunches over in what appears to be glorious agony. “You want me to come?”
Deciding it’s best to show him, I reach for his balls and begin massaging. He hums in response—throaty and fervid—and another dose of victory skitters across my skin.
“I get your reasoning because I don’t know how to stop being hard with your mouth on me, but …” He tenderly grazes his knuckles down my face, his wintry eyes trailing that same path before they waltz over the rest of me. “It’s gonna hurt, Tess. I don’t want to hurt you.”
There’s something so genuine in the way he says that. A lump forms in my throat. He has hurt me though. Maybe he doesn’t realize it. Maybe being a controlling asshole wasn’t his intention. I hate the way that thought bathes me in warmth.
Sliding my finger beneath him, I brush his taint and squeeze his balls with my palm while my other hand pumps his lower shaft. Then I ignore the discomfort and suck.
Our gazes crash together like a tsunami intent on flattening me, and a little voice inside my head screams that this is decimation at its finest. Foamy whitecaps of desire seem harmless until they’re roaring into the clouds and there’s no way out. And yet something tells me that a sick part of me would choose to swim even if I wasn’t chained to this wave.
