I popped the button, dragged the zipper down rough, shoved his briefs down without dropping his jeans fully. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, veins standing out, tip already beading precum. He was bigger than I’d expected, heavy in my grip when I wrapped around it. He bellowed a groan that rattled the room. Oh, my neighbors were definitely getting a full show tonight.
I pumped him once, slow, feeling the velvet heat, the throb under my palm. He shuddered head to toe.
“Riley...”
“Shhh.”
I slid off the table and sank to my knees.
The sound he made was inhuman. A groan that bordered on a howl, ripped from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sent a thrill up my spine. His hands flew to my hair but didn’t push, just held, shaking with the effort to hold back.
I looked up at him. His head was thrown back, his jaw clenched, his chest heaving. He looked like he was dying. He looked beautiful.
I’d never been a fan of blowjobs before. With Damien, it was always an obligation, a chore. I did it because I had to, not because I wanted to. I’d never enjoyed it.
But Caelan changed things.
I wanted to do this, to hear those sounds, to make him fall apart the way he’d made me fall apart. I wanted to watch this powerful, intense man lose control because of me.
So I swiped my tongue over the slit, lapping the salty bead of precum, and he cursed.
“Fuck, Riley...”
I sealed my lips around the head, sucking gently at first, then took him deeper. He cursed again, a string of words that might not even be English. His hips twitched, fighting the urge to thrust, and his fingers tightened in my hair.
“That’s... fuck, Riley... so good...”
I wasn’t an expert. My technique was probably sloppy, my moves a bit clumsy, but I paid attention to what made him gasp, what made him groan, what made his thighs shake. I learnedhimand found his rhythm. And then I took him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. He made a strangled sound, his whole body going tense.
“Holy fuck,” he panted. “Your mouth... feels incredible...”
I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the head, then took him deep again. I set a rhythm, bobbing my head, my hand working the base where my mouth couldn’t reach. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, and he groaned so loud it echoed off the kitchen walls.
He was vocal, praising me constantly, telling me how amazing I was, how perfect, how he’d never felt anything this good. His voice was wrecked, broken, barely recognizable.
“Your mouth is heaven. You’re heaven. I can’t... fuck, Riley, I can’t believe...”
I met his gaze, cock halfway down my throat, and something in his expression shattered. It was driving me insane. Arousal dripped down my thighs despite the orgasm I’d just had. The sounds he was making, the way he was falling apart, the power I had over him in this moment... I was already wet again, my pussy throbbing in want.
Hell or heaven, I still wasn’t sure which one this was.
I grabbed his hip with my free hand and pulled him forward, encouraging him to move. He understood. He started thrusting, shallow at first, testing my limits.
“Is this okay?” he gasped, strained.
I moaned around him in answer, the vibration pulling another curse from him.
He thrust deeper, and I relaxed my throat for him. He fucked my mouth with increasing desperation, his hips snapping forward, his fingers fisting in my hair. The sounds were obscene, wet and sloppy, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice wrecked. “Riley, I’m going to... you should pull back...”
I didn’t pull away. I looked up at him, met his eyes, and took him as deep as I could as he came in my throat, his whole body going rigid before I felt him pulse on my tongue, hot and bitter, spurting against the back of my throat. I swallowed everything, working him through it, sucking gently until he was shuddering and gasping, just like he had done with me. Ha.
When I finally released him, he stumbled backward, catching himself on the counter. His pants were around his thighs. His shirt was half-unbuttoned. He looked debauched, destroyed. I loved every second of it.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted.
I wiped my mouth and grinned up at him from my knees.
