I squeeze gently, watching her throw her head back and bite her lower lip. The sight of her like this—lost in pleasure, trusting me—is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasps, her hands flying to my hair. I tease the stiff peak with my tongue, then move to the other one, giving it the same attention.
Ruby starts moving her hips, grinding against the bulge in my jeans. The friction is incredible and not nearly enough. She leans down, her breath hot against my ear. "Is that your cock poking me through your jeans?"
"Yeah," I grunt. "You're making me harder than I've ever been."
She climbs off my lap and I want to protest, want to pull her back, but then she drops to her knees in front of me and I realize what she's planning.
"Since you helped me yesterday," she says, her fingers working at my belt, "it's my turn to help you."
"Ruby, you don't have to—"
"I want to." She unzips my jeans and tugs them down my hips.
"I hope you enjoy this," she whispers, and pulls my briefs down.
My cock springs free, nearly slapping her in the face. She moves aside at the last second, then wraps her small hand around myshaft. Her grip is firm as she strokes slowly, her other hand coming up to cup my balls.
"Fuck," I breathe, my head falling back against the couch.
She leans in and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, licking up the precum beading at the tip. The sensation is incredible. Her tongue is warm, soft and driving me insane.
"You taste good," she murmurs, then wraps her pretty lips around the head of my cock.
I grunt, my hands fisting in the couch cushions. She takes me deeper, her mouth hot and wet around my shaft. Her tongue works against the underside as she bobs her head, taking more of me with each movement.
"Jesus, Ruby." My chest heaves as I watch her. Watching her mouth stretched around my cock, seeing her cheeks hollow as she sucks, is going to be my undoing.
She pulls back with a wet pop, stroking me with her hand while she catches her breath. "Am I doing okay?"
"You're doing fucking perfect." I reach down and brush her hair back from her face, wanting to see her clearly. "You look so beautiful like this."
She smiles, then takes me back into her mouth. This time she goes deeper, relaxing her throat to take more of my length. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and I have to fight not to thrust up, not to fuck her mouth the way my body is screaming at me to do.
She sets a steady rhythm, her hand working what won't fit in her mouth. Her other hand massages my balls, and the dual sensation has pleasure building at the base of my spine.
"Ruby, I'm close," I warn her. "If you don't want—"
Chapter 8 - Ruby
I can't believe I'm really on my knees for a man I met less than forty-eight hours ago. And not just any man: a dangerous biker who punched my ex-boyfriend in the face and confessed to killing people without flinching.
Part of me wonders if something in my brain is broken. If I have some twisted attraction to dangerous men that's going to destroy me all over again. Maybe that's my type and I'm too damaged to see it.
But Chaos isn't Marcus. He's nothing like Marcus.
Marcus was cruel underneath his clean-cut exterior. He used sweet words to manipulate me, then abandoned me the second things got hard. He was a coward who blamed me for everything.
Chaos is dangerous, yes. But not to me. Never to me. He protected me from my family. Walked me home. Sat here sharing a simple meal like it was the most important thing in the world.
He deserves this moment. This blowjob. This pleasure I'm giving him.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat until I feel him hit the back of it. I gag slightly but don't pull back. I want to take all of him. I want to show him how much I appreciate everything he's done.
His cock is thick and hard in my mouth, the taste of his precum salty and masculine on my tongue. I love the weight of him, the way his shaft throbs against my lips. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, my hand working the base while my other hand massages his balls.
"Ruby, I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "If you don't want—"
