He pushes two thick fingers inside my body and latches his mouth on my clit, sucking so hard, it’s a punishment edged with the most delicious pleasure. I scream his name as everything clenches tight.
“Fuck,” he groans. His fingers still, but he keeps the pressure on my clit, helping me ride out the blinding climax.
My body slumps against the wall, and my legs give way. Hart lets me slide down to the floor until my ass hits my dress. Where Nash is all teasing and relentless torment, Hart is a fire of need and ruthless intent.
His mouth presses against mine, familiarizing me with my sweet and musky taste. My core clenches as he sweeps his tongue against mine, making me moan.
He pulls away after a tempo and stands. I blink at him, an Idol in his own right as he towers above me. His hand slides into my hair, and he fists it, making my scalp tingle. He tugs the laces of his breeches free.
“I’m not as gentle a lover as Nash, Daphne. I’m not about to bathe the pleasure from your flesh while you black out in bliss. I want you a wrecked mess, on my bed for the night.” He tugs on my hair. “But first, get on your knees.”
I lean forward and comply, my palms clutching his muscular thighs. “Good girl. Now take out my cock.”
I blow out a steady breath. I have only done this once, and Theo seems happy with what I did. Most of it is intuition—I hope.
I loosen his breeches and reach inside to tug out his cock. Idols help me. That is huge. I swallow the rising panic that I won’t be this perfect woman he wants or needs.
His thumb hooks inside the corner of my mouth, and my eyes meet his. “What’s wrong?”
I lean back, freeing my mouth. “I don’t have a lot of experience,” I whisper. “I’m scared I’ll do it wrong.”
He chuckles. “You won’t do it wrong, I promise. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Licking my lips, I do as he asks, giving the glistening tip a tentative lick. Fuck, he tastes like sin.
He slides against my tongue, groaning as he goes a little deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I panic and pull back to suck in a breath.
His pupils are blown wide as he twists my hair tighter. “Relax your throat for me, Calamity. I won’t hurt you, but I need to go a little deeper.”
I can do this; I’ve faced far scarier things than Hart’s cock in my throat. I still haven’t investigated if I need oxygen since my queen of the ocean status hasn’t been revoked.
I guide him back into my mouth. He stills as I take control and work him deeper. He groans the moment he breaches my throat, and I don’t pull back, swallowing around him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “That’s it, just like that.”
His thighs go taut as he fights his desire to take over. Giving me control is the sexiest thing he’s done to me. I reward him by taking him even deeper on the next stroke and swallowing again. That action drags him closer to the edge. The constriction must feel good. I keep my strokes slow but deep, swallowing around him when I can. There’s drool on my chin, but I don’t stop. Having him at my mercy while on my knees is a freaking revelation.
“I’m going to come,” he snarls in warning, his free hand slamming against the wall. I smile around him and sink down so my nose touches his skin. He shouts my name and warmliquid squirts into my throat. “Swallow, Daphne. Fuck. Please swallow.”
Gladly. There is no need to beg. I’m already committed to devouring every inch of him.
His heavy breaths break the silence as he withdraws his still hard cock from my mouth. I gasp in a breath. Seems I do still need oxygen. That’s disappointing.
Hart drags me to my feet to kiss me senseless, tasting himself on my tongue, much like I did earlier. Somehow, this feels more forbidden.
He pulls away and kisses the tip of my nose. “Next time you think you aren’t perfect, remember how you brought me to my knees tonight.”
I grin at him. “If I forget, I will ask for a reminder.”
He shakes his head, the genuine smile still plastered on his face. “You drive me insane.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“But I can’t stay away.”
“Again, the feeling is mutual.”
My stomach gremlin disturbs the peace between us. Hart throws his head back and laughs. “Come on, Calamity, let’s find you something to wear that isn’t a red dress made to drive me insane. Then I believe you earned your sausages.”
