He releases my wrists, makes a loose pile of my hair on top of my head, and holds it there with both hands, clutching my head.
It's been a while since I've gone down on a guy. I don't do it very often—not because I don't like it, though. I do. But it's an act that a man must earn, for me. A hunky twenty-four-year-old from the temp pool has no chance. He gets to eat me out and like it, and if he's lucky and excels at cunnilingus, I'll let him fuck me.
The tables have turned.
It's me on my knees, now. My heart is pounding, but I'm secretly excited.
I like this.
I want it.
It's a secret fantasy I've never even committed to a diary, let alone out loud to another person, but it's very real, and very powerful.
Jakob hasn't earned this—he isn't asking. He's in control. He'stakingit.
I'm so turned on my pussy is dripping.
"No," I murmur, and I know my eyes can’t hide my arousal or my anticipation.
His lips curve in a predatory grin. "Very well, then."
He touches my lips with a thumb, and my eyes go heavy-lidded. His thumb hooks over my lower lip, tugs down. "Open up, Brys. You want it. I can see it in your eyes." His thumb fills my mouth, salty against my tongue. "Open your mouth and take my cock.Now."
The snap of authority is sharp, icy, and hard. His thumb presses my jaw down.
I gaze up at him from under my lashes, my mouth opening slowly. Without looking away from his hard, blazing black eyes, I lower my mouth toward his cock. He has my wrists again. Brings my hands around and places them on his ass—which is bulbous and harder than steel and warm. I groan at the feel of him in my hands, and I can't help but clutch his ass cheeks, grip and claw into the muscle and fat and flesh.
And then I taste him again, salty skin sliding over my tongue, smoky precum mingling with my saliva.
His eyes burn, hot and wild. "Take it, Brys. All of it." His hands tighten around my skull. "Take my cock. Now. Take it all."
"I can't," I whisper, and then wrap my mouth around him for a second before pulling away again. "It's too big."
"You're going to try anyway."
"I'm scared." I'm only partly playing.
I am, honestly and genuinely, more than a little frightened.
"Open." He tilts my head backward, so I'm looking up at him. "Open wide, Brys."
I open for him as wide as I can.
He fills my mouth, but he's so big I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him. "Take a deep breath for me, now." I suck in a breath through my nose, gaze up at him with unfeigned fear so intoxicatingly arousing that my panties are soaked through. "You're gonna take it, now, Brys. Are you ready?"
"Mmm-mmm," I hum a wordless negative.
“Too bad. Hold on tight and remember to breathe."
My fingers dig into Jakob’s ass as he slowly drives his hips forward, thrusting his hot, enormous cock to the back of my throat. I hum a shrill whimper that ends in a ragged, gagging gulp. And oh god—oh dear lord, his cock is too much. Too big. I can't do this. It's too much.
I cast my gaze up at him, trying frantically to swallow around the thick, hot intrusion filling my throat.
"Good girl, Brys," he murmurs. "So damned sexy, watching you take my cock."
Oh…fuck.
Fuck, that's hot.
