“Fuck, Hailey—”
“Don’t deny me,” I plead, looking up at him. “Unlessyoudon’t want my lips around you...”
He’s silent, staring me down and I squirm under his burning gaze, waiting for permission. While it’s me with the traumatic memories, Carter’s the one who has to agree. He has as much right to consent as I do.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, curling one finger under my chin so he can see my eyes clearly.
“I’m sure.”
He heaves a long breath, his eyes darkening further. “Okay. Give me your hand.”
A small frown creases my forehead. “Why?”
“Because you won’t be able to sayapplewhen your mouth’s full. Hold my hand all the time. If you feel uncomfortable, if you don’t like it, let go and I’ll stop. Is that clear?”
I nod quickly.
“Donotpush your boundaries, Hailey. The second you’re uncomfortable, let go.”
“I promise.”
He traces his thumb along my lip. “Fuck... you have no idea how gorgeous you look on your knees for me.”
The praise ropes me into him more. Any doubts lurking in the depths of my subconscious disperse at the raw adoration radiating off him.
“Let me start,” I say, unsure if I’m brave enough to hand over control right away.
“At your own pace,” he agrees.
His eyes almost roll back when I move my hand down his length and scoot forward, my warm breath fanning his cock.
Precum beads at the tip, the sight so sinfully erotic I’m instantly slick between my legs. I may just have orgasmed but knowing how much having me on my knees turns him on is enough to make me quiver with anticipation.
I clear my head of all distractions, focused on one goal: make Carter lose his mind the way I lose mine whenever he drops his mouth to my pussy. The man’s not only a magician... he also gets off on seeing me satisfied.
I want that too.
I want to be the reason he can’t hold himself upright, the reason his knees buckle and his inhibitions fly out the window.
Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, licking the tip. Just the few drops of precum. His taste soaks my tongue, a little salty, but pleasant. Clean and fresh. Not like I remem—
Nope. Not going there.
Desperate to draw a line between the past and the present, I take Carter in my mouth, sliding my lips as far as possible without triggering my gag reflex.
“Fuck,” he groans, gathering my hair back into a rough ponytail. “Good girl, you’re doing great.”
He’s loving this. I can tell by the goosebumps dotting his arms and his fingers flexing in my hair. Still, he’s firmly in control and I won’t have it. I want him so out of it he loses it entirely as he spills.
Determined to witness the moment when his control snaps, I double my efforts. Pulling back, I swallow him down again, my cheeks hollow, teeth scraping the underside, one hand moving in sync with my lips, the other firmly in his grasp.
I want to toy with his balls, but I know the moment I do, he’ll yank his hips back and I won’t be allowed to touch him again.
“Perfect,” Carter mutters, every next word less comprehensible, less audible. “Don’t stop.”
Not a chance.
Moving faster, I swallow him down further, so far the gag reflex sets in. It’s minuscule and lasts exactly as long as I allow so it doesn’t bother me.
