He obeys, and I work his jeans and boxers down his legs. He’s already hard, straining toward me, and the sight of him makes my mouth water.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, and he groans at the contact. He’s hot and heavy in my palm, and I stroke him slowly, watching the way his stomach muscles clench with each movement of my hand.
“Fern,” he grits out. “You’re killing me.”
“That’s the idea.”
I lower my head and run my tongue along the underside, from base to tip. Connor’s hips jerk off the mattress, and I press my free hand against his stomach to hold him in place.
“Easy,” I mumble against his heated skin. “Let me take care of you.”
I take the head of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. He tastes like salt and skin and something uniquely Connor. His hand finds my hair, and his fingers thread through the strands, but he doesn’t push or guide. Just holds on like he needs something to anchor him to this moment.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat and letting him slide in, inch by inch. Connor’s breathing goes ragged, punctuated by low groans and muttered curses that make heat pool between my own legs. When I pull back and suck hard on just the tip, he makes a sound that’s almost a whine.
“Fuck, Fern. Your mouth feels incredible.”
I hum around him, and his whole body shudders in response. The vibration seems to drive him wild, so I do it again, letting the sound travel through him while I work him with myhand and mouth together. His grip on my hair tightens just enough to send a thrill down my spine.
I pull back until just the tip rests against my lips, then swirl my tongue around the ridge before taking him deep again. His hips buck despite his efforts to stay still, and I relax into the movement, letting him set a shallow rhythm that pushes him further into my mouth with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking good. I don’t deserve you.”
I release him just long enough to look up at him. “Yes, you do.”
Then I take him back into my mouth and redouble my efforts. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm while my hand works the base of him. Connor’s free hand fists in the sheets beside him, knuckles going white as he fights to maintain some semblance of control.
“I’m not going to last,” he warns me. “Not if you keep doing that.”
I pull off him with a wet sound and stroke him firmly, matching the rhythm I’d set with my mouth. “Who says I want you to last?”
“I want to be inside you when I—”
“Later.” I run my thumb over his tip, spreading the moisture gathered there. “Right now, I want you to let go. I want to watch you come apart because of me.”
His grip on my hair tightens again. “Fern.”
“Let go for me, Connor.”
I take him back into my mouth, as deep as I can manage, until my nose brushes against his pelvis. I hold there for amoment, swallowing around him, and he lets out a sound that’s almost a sob. Then I pull back and do it again, setting a relentless pace that leaves no room for thought or control.
My free hand cups him gently, rolling and massaging while my mouth works the length of him. Connor’s whole body goes taut beneath me, every muscle straining as he fights against the pleasure building inside him. I can feel him getting closer, can feel the way his thighs tremble and his breathing turns to ragged gasps.
“Close,” he manages. “Fern, I’m so close. I can’t—”
I look up at him and lock eyes, letting him see how much I want this. How much I want him. How much I love watching him lose himself because of me.
And then his head falls back against the pillows, and his hips thrust up one final time as he comes with a shout of my name. I take everything he gives me, swallowing around him and working him through every pulse and shudder until he collapses back against the mattress, spent and boneless.
I release him gently and press a kiss to his hip before crawling back up his body to lie beside him.
“Hi,” I say, grinning at the dazed look on his face.
“Hi yourself.” His voice is wrecked, hoarse, and breathless. “That was… I don’t have words.”
“Good. I like leaving you speechless.”
He laughs weakly and pulls me close for a kiss. When we break apart, he rolls us onto our sides and tucks my head under his chin.
