Rourke watched. He was still, unmoving. Frustration welled up inside me.
“Say something,” I demanded. My voice was too loud, shattering the silence of the room.
“I don’t know what to say,” Rourke admitted.
“Why?”
“Because you’re giving me an out and I don’t want to take it.”
His words hung in the air. My mouth parted in surprise. My heart began to race, and that strange burning sensation returned in full force, flickering like fire between my ribs. My fingers twitched. I wanted to lace them into Rourke’s hair, his shirt. I wanted to explore his body.
My breaths came out short and rapid. Something was happening to me. Whatever spell Rourke had me under was rearing its head again and now, with him standing right in front of me, I was powerless to fight it.
“Kiss me,” I said. “I need to know the truth. This time, for sure—”
Rourke didn’t let me finish. The space between us disappeared as he crushed our mouths together. I tasted peach and the intensity of his unbridled desire. His tongue forced itself past my lips, devouring me. A slight whimper escaped my throat. My body felt limp, airy. He grasped my arms to make sure I didn’t fall.
He spun me around. I was half thrown and half placed on the bed, a ragdoll in Rourke’s strong grip. My head felt hazy. He kissed me once more. The taste of peach, over and over again. It wasn’t a spell or a trick or a drug or a lie. It was real.
A pulse of arousal shot down my spine, pooling below my stomach until it was unbearable. I felt myself harden. I bit my lip. Did Rourke feel this way too?
We broke apart for air. Rourke’s eyes were dark with lust. He glanced down between my legs and saw my erection. I blushed as a smirk spread over his lips.
“Do I have commands to service you?” Rourke asked mischievously.
The way he said it, subservient yet forceful, made me shiver. I swallowed hard and forced myself to get the word out.
“Yes,” I said.
Rourke wasted no time removing just enough of my pants to access my cock. I gasped as the sensitive, hot flesh hit the cooler air. I had never exposed myself like this to anyone. I was vulnerable in a way I’d never experienced before.
Rourke didn’t dive in straight away. He was on his knees on the floor, sitting between my legs, and examining my cock with great interest. He placed a finger on the tip and stroked all the way down in one motion. I tried not to tremble. I wanted more, but I also didn’t want to rush this. I was no longer in total control, and that both frightened and exhilarated me.
His hand curled around my shaft and I released a heavy sigh. Pleasure tingled all over my body. Rourke leaned in closer. His warm breath ghosted across my sensitive skin. I had to bite my lip to keep from making embarrassing noises.
But when he opened his mouth to envelop the head of my cock, I wasn’t able to hold back. A whimper escaped me but Rourke’s lips on my cock felt so earth-shatteringly good that I didn’t even have the mental capacity to feel ashamed.
Rourke lowered his head, taking in more. The hot, wet feel of his mouth was obscene, like I was fucking a soaking velvet hole. My fingers curled on the sheets, my knuckles going white. I was desperately struggling not to moan.
Rourke had no such struggle. He made profane sounds freely, little moans and grunts of pleasure as he serviced my cock. It only added to my rapidly heightening arousal. I forced myself to steady my breathing but it was difficult with the way Rourke wrapped his lips around me and worshipped my cock with his tongue. My mind and body were melting. My brain turned into a useless lust-crazed lump. I couldn’t think. I didn’t care about anything except Rourke sucking me to completion.
Rourke went even lower. I sucked in a silent gasp as he enveloped the entire length of my shaft. His nose was buried in the soft trail of hair at the base of my cock. I couldn’t stop shaking. I felt saliva trickling out of the corners of his mouth. My balls throbbed. How was he not choking? Could he even breathe?
He didn’t stop. He sucked my cock hungrily, like he craved it more than anything else in the world. It was utterly obscene and it turned me on so intensely that it was almost painful.
My control began to unravel. It was slipping away. I couldn’t hold back much longer. I gripped Rourke’s hair with shaky fingers, half guiding him and half clinging to him for dear life.
Spots exploded in my vision as a massive wave of pleasure crashed into me. It felt like Rourke was ripping out the orgasm from my body. I couldn’t hold back a loud cry. My fingers clenched tightly in his hair as I came, emptying myself into the back of Rourke’s throat.
The exhaustion that followed made me slump back on the bed. I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. My skin felt hypersensitive, like if Rourke simply brushed up against my cock I might come again.
But my beastly alpha didn’t seem to be finished. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and crawled up on the bed, making it sink beneath his muscular weight. I became aware that I was entirely vulnerable right now, half-naked and sprawled out beneath him in the delicate afterglow of my orgasm.
Rourke brushed his fingers across my cheek tenderly. My heart fluttered.
“Can I ask you something?” He tilted his head. “Was that your first blowjob?”
My lips drew into a surly pout. “Yes,” I admitted.
