He tried for control, but his hips bucked up, desperate.
I bent to taste him, tongue flicking over the slit, and he whimpered, an actual whimper, like the world was ending.
Well, if that didn't make me feel powerful, I didn't know what would. I sucked him deep into my mouth. There was an art to a good blow job. It wasn't justbobbing my head up and down like in the pornos. I sucked and moved, letting my tongue do some of the work, my cheeks do some. I pulled him in until he hit the back of my throat and then pushed myself farther on him until he triggered my gag reflex.
His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. He thrust up, losing the battle for control. I let him take the lead. He was moving fast now, pounding into my mouth, every nerve in his body strung tight as wire.
I went as deep as I could, gagged again, and he let out a curse that singed the air.
"Fuck, Tash, you're gonna make me?—"
He stopped himself, grabbed the root of his cock, and yanked me off just in time.
I wiped my lips smugly. "Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you or anything." I knew damn well he'd enjoyed every minute of that.
He sat up, grinning ferally. "Not even close."
Damn, woman. You belong to us.
Caden's voice in my mind surprised me. I'd only ever heard him when Chance was shifted into Caden.
He fisted himself, jerking slow and rough, but then grabbed my hips and spun me around, shoving me flat on my back.
He settled between my legs, cock thick and heavy at my opening.
He paused. For once, just dead still.
"I know this is late but, condom?" His voice broke. "We didn't last time. Or the time before."
I laughed wildly.Nowhe thought about it? "I'm on birth control. For my period. There's nothing to worry about." Of course, I'd been on birth control the first time, too.
Relief hit his face. "Good."
He lined up and pushed in, all the way in one, solid thrust.
My body arched off the bed. The stretch nearly shattered me. Holyshitthat felt good. My g-spot went crazy as he pushed past it and pressed against my cervix.
Damn, that was a good feeling. Fucking a man who couldn't reach my cervix just wasn't quite the same satisfaction.
He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a rhythm so deep it choked the air from my lungs.
No words, just a ragged sound. The wet slap of skin, the bed creaking, both of us desperate to get closer, to fill every gap left by the years apart.
He ducked down, biting at my breast, nipping up my sternum, then found the sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder. The second his teeth dug in, I lost all hope of hanging on.
He bit just hard enough to blur pain and bliss. My orgasm hit like a freight train. Stars, white noise, the whole universe blinking out.
I screamed his name, not caring.
Chance pulsed inside me, groaning into my neck, his hands branding my hips. His teeth were still on my skin. Not breaking it, but not letting go, either. It was hot as hell.
We rode it out together, fused at every possible point.
When both of our orgasms were spent, he let go, and we both collapsed. Sweating, panting, twisting in the blankets.
We lay tangled, hearts racing, my head mashed into his shoulder.
"I love you, Tash," he whispered. There was zero hesitation in his voice.
