“You like fucking my mouth, Lenora?” he asked, his voice low.
My eyes widened as I nodded and gasped again when he hit a specific spot. He made another sound of approval as he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked, his eyes finding mine as he flattened his tongue against me with enough pressure to bring me to orgasm. My legs trembled, and my head thrashed side to side as I squeezed my eyes shut and rode out the wave; all the while, he continued to lick me. He stood slowly, kissing my thighs and stomach, pulling my nipples into his mouth again as his fingers stroked me where his mouth had just been. I was sensitive when he rubbed his thumb on my clit, but when he dipped one finger inside and then another, I thought I might explode. He pulled back to look at me as I gasped and moved my hips with his rhythm.
“You like fucking my fingers?” he stopped pumping his fingers suddenly, and I gasped for air.
“Yes,” I breathed, moving so he’d continue.
That earned me a wicked grin. He pressed his thumb against me again and, this time, went straight to that magic spot. As I thrashed on the bed, coming against his fingers, he brought a hand to my mouth. In the back of my mind, a part of me panicked at the thought, but that was pushed away when my eyes rolled back as he pulled another orgasm out of me. When I opened my eyes to look at him, he watched me with unmasked desire as he licked his fingers. My face heated, and that earned me another wicked grin. I reached for him, needing to touch any part of him — his face, his hands, anything — but he stepped off the bed, completely out of reach. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. I sat up on my elbows, heart pounding as I drank him in. There were light scars on his sides and chest as if someone had taken a knife to him. The scars did nothing to ruin his perfectly sculpted body, but I instantly wanted to find the person responsible and kill them for hurting him like this. As I ogled the lines of his chest and muscled arms, he lowered his sweats and stepped out of them. His cock was hard and thick, and I knew there was no way he would fit inside me, as he set his hands on my knees. He’d break me in half. I must have stared at it for too long, because he squeezed my knees to get my attention.
“It’ll fit,” he said, as if reading my mind.
“How?” I asked, my words a rasp from not using my voice. He shot me a lopsided grin that melted my insides, but he didn’t respond.
“Sit up.”
I did.
“On your knees.”
I did. The position put my face right in front of his cock. I licked my lips, wondering how it would feel in my mouth. I looked up at him.
“May I?” I whispered.
“Fuck.” He sunk his fingers into my hair and gripped me at the nape so I’d look him in the eyes. “You want to suck my cock?”
“Y-yes.” I licked my lips.
His grip tightened. “Say it.”
“I want to suck your cock.”
A devilish look swept over his face as his voice lowered. “Now, ask me.”
“M-may I suck your cock?”
His smile was filthy. “Now, beg me.”
“Can I please, please suck your cock, Rocco?”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He exhaled shakily, eyes flaring as he loosened his grip. I brought a hand around it and pumped it once. Twice. He cursed under his breath, grip tightening. “Suck it or don’t, Lenora, but if you keep looking at it with your innocent eyes, I’m going to shove it down your throat, and you’re not ready for that.”
Pleasure spiked through me. I pressed my legs together as I leaned in and licked from his balls to the tip, my tongue swirling on the head before I took him in my mouth. There was no way I’d be able to fit all of him, but I did the best I could, licking and sucking. I looked up and found him watching me, a look of wonder amid the fire. It made me take him deeper.
“Fuck. Yes.” His grip tightened. “Just like that.” He thrust into my mouth. “Good girl. Just like that.”
I squeezed my legs together, feeling myself getting wetter with each praise. I didn’t know why that turned me on so damn much. Or maybe it was just the way he said it to me. He pulled me off suddenly and growled as I licked my lips around my mouth.
“Lie back.”
I did, getting on my elbows to watch him again. He reached down and grabbed a condom from his sweatpants, one hand on his dick, pumping as he looked at me with those cloudy blue eyes.
“You don’t know how fucking hot you look right now.” He bit his lower lip and shook his head as he opened the condom and slid it over himself.
I wondered if he brought it for me or if he always carried one around just in case. I pushed that thought away before it made me irrationally upset. He spread my legs open further, bringing his fingers back between them, his face inches from mine.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I whispered, gasping as he hooked his finger and found that damn spot again. My back arched as he pinched my right nipple. The familiar warmth spread through me again. I began to move against his fingers as the pressure continued to build.
“Let go,” he said, a command that shook my body.
