I slowly shake my head, my eyes locked with his. Bast closes his eyes as though he’s savoring my response.
“Can I?”
Wordlessly, he undoes his pants, shedding them and his boxer briefs until he stands naked in front of me, stroking himself.
My nipples pebble in my bra, and my breasts grow heavy.
Bast steps up to me and runs the tip of his length over the seam of my lips. “Do you know what it did to me to see another man’s hands on you?”
I take his length in my palm, staring up at him through my eyelashes as I stroke.
“I could have killed him for touching what’s mine without permission, Hattie.”
Opening my mouth, I draw him in—just enough to encase the mushroom tip—and I suck lightly. Bast shudders, and his fingers thread through the hair on the side of my head. I pull back, then suck him in again, a little deeper this time, doing it again and again until he’s as far back in my throat as I can take.
“Look at you taking me like this. You look so pretty with my thick cock between your plump lips, Hattie. Like a fucking angel.”
The space between my thighs tingles from his words of praise. When I pull away, I circle my tongue around the tip before driving back down as far as I can. I gag a bit, but Bast must like it because he groans, and the fingers in my hair tighten.
“Hard to believe you’ve never taken a cock like this before, babe. You’re so fucking good at this.”
His words light me up inside, and I double my efforts.
Bast chuckles low in his throat. “I think someone has a bit of a praise kink.”
Maybe I do. I love it when he tells me I’m pleasing him.
“Suck on my balls while you stroke me.” He uses the hand in my hair to pull me away from his length, directing me lower.
I do as he says, gently pulling one into my mouth and sucking while I guide my hand up and down his shaft.
“Oh fuck.” Bastion flexes the hand in my hair. “Jesus Christ, you are so fucking good.”
His words light me up. I move to his other testicle, tonguing it for a moment before I draw it into my mouth.
“I need to fuck your face, Hattie.” He pulls me back by the hair and stares at me with such burning desire in his eyes that it takes my breath away. “Can I?”
I nod, knowing I’d do almost anything to please him. He sets his hands on either side of my face and slides himself into my mouth. Bast starts slow at first, but as his breathing picks up,so does his pace. Soon he’s thrusting in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
When I gag, he says, “Try to relax your throat.”
I do as he says, breathing through my nose. He pistons in and out of me as I watch from below, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Then he tilts his head down and meets my gaze, and he swells in my mouth, becoming even harder to take all of him, until he cries out and pulls away.
He holds his shaft a few inches or so from my face, and I close my eyes as his release rains down on me. Bast strokes the side of my face in a loving gesture. The way I want to lean into his touch and bask in his admiration tells me it’s over, I’ve fallen for this man.
It wasn’t my plan, it isn’t anything he and I have discussed. I’m afraid to bring it up for fear that he’ll think I’m a naïve little girl. He’s thirteen years older than me and is probably used to having sexual relationships that don’t involve getting serious or any real feelings. I’m not sure how he’d react to the feelings I’ve developed for him.
Just because he was jealous when another man touched me tonight doesn’t mean he sees us going the distance. I think I’ll keep this little revelation to myself, for now at least.
Bast holds his hand out to help me up off the floor. “Let’s go take a shower.”
After leading me to the en suite, Bast starts the shower and draws me in under the water. When we’ve both rinsed off, he pulls me in for a kiss, and I taste the faint trace of blood on his tongue from his fight.
“I think you’re going to have a bruise and some swelling,” I say, looking at his face.
He shrugs. “It was worth it to put that asshole in his place. And believe me, I’ve had worse.” Bast laughs as though he’s reliving some memory, and I’m afraid to ask.
Instead, we finish cleaning up. Afterward, I head back to my room to get into some pajamas.
