“What?” he asks.
“You said you trusted me. I’ve been wanting to do this since the prison,” I admit, and then I rip open the packet and dump some candy in. As soon as it hits my slick tongue and starts popping, I open wide and sink my mouth over Rook.
Holding my wet tongue against his length, I lick and slurp and bob over him, letting him feel the rock candy popping all over his thick dick.
“Holy fuck rocks,” he says with a strangled grunt. “Shit. That’s weird.”
I start to pull off, thinking maybe he doesn’t like it, but he shoves my head back on him so fast I gag. “No. Don’t stop,” he pants. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Smiling around his dick, I suck him with enthusiasm, and when the popping fades, I pull off and put more candy onto my tongue and then do it again and again and again.
I suck and swirl and go as deep as I can, driving him totally out of his mind until he can’t take it anymore and starts fucking in and out of my throat. I love it. I love that I make him so out of his mind with need and lust that he loses control. He makes noises that I’ve never heard him make before, and those growls make me wet as fuck.
I get through green apple, a blue raspberry, and a cotton candy packet before he finally tenses.
“I’m going to come,” he says, and I hum my acknowledgement around him.
A few pumps later, he’s spilling into my mouth, his molten cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow it down with the remnants of the candy, everything tasting sugary sweet.
I lick him up, cleaning him off, and then let him slip from my mouth. I look up at him with a sly smile. “Good?”
“Fucking incredible,” he says, pulling me to my feet and crushing me against him. “Your turn.”
He hauls me over his shoulder and snatches up the box of candy before striding into the bathroom.
“Wait—” I start to say, but he’s already turned the shower on and dropped me onto the bench. I squeal at the icy cold water. “Fuck! That’s freezing, Rook!” I snap as goosebumps prickle all up and down my body.
“Sorry, Sunrise,” he says, though he doesn’t look sorry at all.
I glare and cross my arms in front of my chest as he steps into the shower, stuffing a few packets of Pop Rocks onto the elevated stone shelf. “I’ll warm you up.”
He kneels down in front of me and takes my sopping wet shirt, pulling it over my head. He eyes my rock hard nipples. “Mmm. Cold looks good on you,” he says, plucking the distended peaks between his fingers. I hiss at the sensitivity that borders on pain.
“Up. I need these pants off,” he tells me.
My teeth are nearly chattering, but luckily, the water is slowly heating up. I stand, my hands going to my leggings, but he pushes them down before I can and tosses them in the corner of the shower where my shirt is already waiting.
His eyes roam over my chilled body. “You’re goddamn beautiful, do you know that?”
“I’m goddamn cold, actually,” I grumble, making him laugh.
“Ah, Sunrise. You need my mouth to warm you up?”
“Yes,” I gripe.
He grabs one of the packets, pouring the candy into his mouth, his eyes widening when he feels the popping start to blast against his tongue. He leans down, gathering my breasts into his hands like he’s offering them up to himself to feast on, and he closes his mouth over a cold, firm nipple, sucking lightly.
The heat of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, and pops of the candy make a gasp slip out between my lips. “Oh.”
Rook feasts on my nipples, back and forth and back again, until my breasts are heavy under his attention, aching and needy. The popping adds a whole other element to the sensation, making me writhe beneath him. I need him. I need him so badly.
“Rook.”
“What do you need, Sunrise?” he asks, kissing a trail up between my breasts.
“You,” I say. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.”
