As the door closes behind me, I lean back against it and let out a long sigh. My cock twitches uselessly in my trousers, and I groan.
“You didn’t totally disgrace yourself, I suppose.”
I open my eyes to find Jah’ruud standing in front of me with his arms folded across his broad chest. My body is a riot of sensations: the ache of unfulfilled need tenses my belly, my head is swimming with images of Yalina. I taste and smell her on my face and hands. But right now, the strongest memory is of Jah’ruud’s hand in my hair and his voice in my ear as I made her cum. The way he growled in my ear—she cums first.
I’m hard again in a moment, wound too tight to question what the hell I’m doing. I step forward, so close to him I have to tip my chin up to hold his gaze. “I think you enjoyed that.”
Something passes across his face. A tic in his jaw is the only movement he makes for a long moment. Finally he speaks, and when he does, his voice is rough with pent-up need. “Yes.”
That need catches fire in my belly, and the flare lights me up all the way to my toes. “So did I. But I’m not done.”
His brows crease into a frown. “If you think I’ll service you…”
I grin as I drop to my knees in front of him. My mouth is already watering. Reaching for his belt, I tug him closer to me so I can rub my cheek against the hard outline in the front of his trousers. “Who said anything about you servicing me?”
His cock jumps against my face, and he lets out a soft groan. “Why would you do that?”
Has he never had anyone please him? “Because I want to. Because it’s hot. Because right now I need to touch and be touched.”
“You could force me.”
“I don’t want that. I want you as hungry as I am. I thought you were.”
His next exhale is unsteady. I look up at him as I trace his cock with my lips, and I can practically see his willpower eroding away.
“What do you want?”
“What doyouwant?” I throw back at him.
Something seems to snap then. He reaches down, threading a fist into my hair. “I want to push you over that bed and use your body for my pleasure.”
His words sear through me, and I suck in a breath. “Then do it.”
His expression hardens. Next moment he releases his belt and exposes his cock for me. It’s huge and blue, just like the rest of him. The foreskin is drawn back from a flushed, moist tip several shades darker than the rest of the shaft.
Not waiting to be told, I grasp him firmly with one hand and bring him to my open mouth. That’s all for a long moment. I hold him there, looking up at him, letting him rest on the flat of my tongue.
With a growl, he moves suddenly, tightening his fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth over his cock. I wrap my lips around him and taste. He’s salty and musky, different from Yalina’s sweetness, which still lingers on my tongue. Combined, their flavor is perfect. Drugging. I suck harder, drawing on his hot, thick flesh. He thrusts forward, filling my mouth, and I’m stretched to my limit. Jah’ruud is by far the largest male I’ve ever been with. There’s something so exciting about that. All his leashed power is about to be inflicted on me.
With the state I’m in, I feel as if I could take whatever he gives me.
Reaching down, I free my cock and wrap my hand around it as I keep working Jah’ruud with my mouth.
He stops, draws back. “What are you doing?”
I can’t help moaning as I pump a little faster, leaning back to let him get a good look. “Touching myself.”
Suddenly I’m lifted off my feet. I think for a moment his hand is around my throat, but he’s not touching me. Instead a blast of wind swirls around each wrist and leg. Jah’ruud’s pale blue eyes cut into me as he lifts me higher and higher until my head almost touches the ceiling. “You’ll cum around my cock or not at all.”
My mouth drops open, and I let out a whimper of need. “I can’t even play with my dick a little?”
His deep rumble of laughter vibrates through me. “You asked me what I want. Now are you going to do it or not?”
It seems I have no choice. I wonder if he would stop if I commanded it now. If I begged him. I don’t truly want to find out. I’ve started down this path, and I’m going to find out where it takes us. “Yes,” I choke out.
“Good.”
Thrusting forward his hand, he drops me onto the bed. A moment later he’s on me, pushing me roughly, flipping me until my face is in the mattress. A firm hand on my neck. The other tears my clothing until I’m bared to him.
