“Good girl, darling. Ride my fingers for me.” He thrusts in and out, and I’m already on the brink of losing my mind. “Goddamn, you’re so tight.”
I can hear the strain in his voice. I’m embarrassed and turned on and desperate for more. I need to taste him as I fall apart.
As much as I’ve never even thought about it before, I suddenly need that like I need air.
Going for his jeans, I start to undo the button and zipper. My fingers are trembling. I’ve never done this before. Never wanted to. But with Alec, I want to try. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
Alec’s hand stills between my thighs. “Claire. You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I meet his eyes, hoping he can see how much I mean it. “Show me how?”
Something flickers across his face. Hunger and tenderness all tangled together.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I can do that.”
I take the opportunity to change positions, straddling his face with him on his back so I can get at his erection. When I pop him free—Alec’s tongue already working me so magnificently that I’m seconds from climaxing—my jaw actually drops.
Jesus. He’s enormous.
It’s going to be a stretch to take him in my mouth. I have no idea how I’d ever be able to have sex with him.
In the back of my mind, a voice says we’d find a way.
Nervousness flutters through me. I want him too badly to quit, but I don’t know what I’m doing.
Just try. He’ll tell you if it’s wrong.
Tentatively, I lower my mouth to him. I start with a lick across the tip, tasting salt and something distinctlyhim. Alec groans against my pussy, and the vibration makes me gasp.
“That’s it, darling.” His voice is strained. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, I wrap my lips around his head and suck gently. His hips jerk, and his fingers dig into my thighs.
“Fuck.Your mouth feels incredible.”
I take him deeper, trying to remember what I’ve seen in porn. Rolling my mouth up and down. Using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit.
I may be a virgin, but I’m not completely naïve.
“You’re doing so good,” Alec groans. “So fucking good for me.”
The praise sends heat rushing through me. I want more of it. Want to earn more of those sounds he’s making.
I try to take him deeper and gag a little. Tears spring to my eyes.
“Easy.” His hand comes up to stroke my hip. “Don’t force it. Just do what feels good.”
I pull back, catching my breath, then try again. Slower this time. Focusing on swirling my tongue around his head while my hand works his shaft.
“Yes.” His tongue plunges into me, and I moan around his cock. “That’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
We’re both licking and sucking and touching, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shattering apart, coming so hard I see stars. Apparently, that does it for Alec—along with the rough suctionI use on his blunt head—because his cock thickens before he’s coming hard.
“Claire—fuck?—”
I swallow him down as best I can, the taste strange but not unpleasant. Some of it escapes, dripping down my chin, and I feel my cheeks burn.
But Alec is groaning like I’ve just given him the best experience of his life, so maybe I didn’t mess it up too badly.
