I frown and pull back. “Do you not like it?” A horrible thought occurs to me. “Am I doing it wrong?” Shit. I should have asked more questions instead of just diving in.
Kendrick’s free hand tangles in my hair. “Oh, baby, no. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Why is he stopping me if I’m not fucking it up?
He licks his lips, and I track it, loving the way it gives them a glistening shine. “You really want to?”
“I really want to. Let me,” I whisper. My mouth is practically watering at the idea of getting to taste him like this. Of being the one that makes him feel good. I gave it to him the other day, andnow I’m the only one who will. The only one whocan.I’ll kill anyone else who even thinks about it.
“Jesus, Spence.”
“Please?” I’m not just asking about sucking him off, and he knows it. I’m on my knees for so much more than that. He has to let me in because I’ll die if he doesn’t.
Kendrick glides his hand through my hair and tips my head up, searching my face. “You never have to beg for me, Spence. You want it? It’s yours.”
I love this man more than I could ever get into words. “Tell me how to make you feel good. I want to be better than anyone else who’s been on their knees for you.” I want him to look at me and never see anyone else. For the pleasure that I give him to drown out everything else until all he can think about is me, and every other memory disappears. Until there’s nothingleft but me.
“You already are.”
The words undo me. They rip me apart until I’m raw and bloody and so fucking happy that it hurts. “I love you.”
His dick twitches, and he wipes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Yeah? Show me.”
I can do that. I can more than do that. I’m going to make it so good for him.
He tastes musky and masculine. Cut, with his mushroomed head all but begging to be touched. His balls fit perfectly in my mouth, and the sounds he makes when I roll them around with my tongue are fucking perfect. Every moan and tug of my hair encourages me to keep going. His dick hardens even more in my palm as I stroke and suck and slowly explore him. His every reaction to me has pleasure roaring through me like a tidal wave. I’m bigger than a giant. Walking on water. The luckiest goddamn man on the planet. Because he’s mine, and I’m not giving him up.
I replace my mouth with my hand, massaging his balls, and go back to mouthing his shaft. So much to play with. I’ve never thought about it before, and any time I’ve had a blowjob it’s been… fine. I guess? It got the job done but was nothing memorable. I don’t want this to be like that. I want Kendrick to remember it forever. And come back wanting more.
His silky skin tingles my lips, an unfamiliar texture I can definitely get used to. And then the head of his cock is against my lips. I pause there, looking up to find him watching me intently. His own lips are parted, breathing hard. He looks incredible like this. Hot and bothered because ofme. I suck the tip into my mouth, and he swallows visibly, nostrils flaring.
His taste bursts on my tongue, a subtle hint of him that I want more of. Without taking any more of him in, I focus on the smooth, mushroomed tip. His face is so open that it’s easy to see how he responds to everything. He likes it when I lick the slit. Likes it even more when I roll my tongue around the underside of his head. Likes it best when I suckle and hollow my cheeks, creating suction and adding pressure.
With one last flick, keeping him on my tongue, I pull back. “Good?” I ask, needing the reassurance that I’m doing it right.
He strokes my hair, and I lean into it. If I were a cat, I’d be purring. “So fucking good,” he replies hoarsely.
I slide my hand further back, to the crease of his ass, and brush over his hole lightly. The muscles clench under my touch. “Still good?”
He spreads his legs a little wider, giving me room. “Whatever you want, Spence.”
Heat rushes through me. “Do we have lube in here?” I know that he jerks off in here when I get him worked up, so there has to be some, right? Even I know a dry tug doesn’t feel great. It doesn’t matter that it’s my bathroom—oursnow. He lived here even before he lived here.
He reaches behind himself and then hands me a small tube. It’s the same stuff he has at his place. I need to buy a whole bunch more for him. For us.
It only takes a second to cover my fingers and reach back through his legs. His hand tightens in my hair when I slip the first inside him. Fucking hell, it feels like he’s sucking me in, squeezing around me, beckoning me. The unbelievable heat is a surprise. It gets even better when I add a second finger, the muscles tight and unyielding. The expressions flitting over Kendrick’s face make it even better.
“I’m the only one that’s been here.” Each time I slide back in it gets easier, his muscles stretching to accommodate me, loosening to let me in. How wide can he go? Could I fit my whole hand in there? Would he let me try?
Yes. He would.
“Only you.”
“You’ll never give this to anyone else.” It’s not a question.
Kendrick brushes his knuckles over my face. “No, Spence.” He bites his lips when I add a third finger. I’m worried I’m not going to fit, but I do. “Okay?” Is this good for him?
“I promise you that it’s more than okay. Whatever you want to do, I’m going to enjoy it, I promise.”
