A shocked cry leaves my throat.
My fingers dig into the bedsheets, my head tossing from side to side. Fuck, it’s pure torture.
It’s the most shameful, incredible, mind-blowing thing I’ve ever experienced.
His tongue is aggressive, possessive, exploring me until I’m sobbing into the pillow. He grips my thighs and calves tighter, forcing me to arch my back even further until I’m offering him everything.
He pauses for a heartbeat, almost as he is watching the way I tremble under his gaze, before abruptly pulling me back against him.
He grips my cock again, and within three frantic strokes, I’m coming.
I cry out as I spurt onto his hand, the pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.
Devlin presses his half-open mouth against my cheek, breathing heavily, gasping for air as if he’s the one who just came.
As I come down from the high, still tingling, I mumble, “I want to feel you… Please. Let me touch you. I want to try… I want to put my mouth on you. ”
Devlin’s lips stay pressed to my cheek. He’s frozen.
“I want to touch you with my lips,” I say timidly, my heart in my throat. “I want to feel you.”
Devlin stiffens as if I’ve just stabbed him. He exhales a long, shaky breath. “No. Not today. I’ve already lost control.”
Rage flashes through me. That tone. That wall. “Is it because I’m a virgin?” I snap. “Is that it? You’re being ‘responsible’ again?”
He doesn’t answer. I realize I can’t fight him with anger—he’s used to our fights. I need to be wiser.
I swallow my pride, turning in his arms to look up at him. I soften my eyes, letting all my sensitivity, all myreal longingshow.
“Devlin, please,” I whisper, stroking the back of his hand. “Let me. I just want to try. I’ll make you feel good. I want to feel your skin against my mouth.”
Devlin stares at me, looking genuinely haunted.
“I want to feel it,” I breathe, smiling with my eyes.
“Stop it,” he rasps. “Fuck. Don’t do that to me.”
“Do what?”
“Do you have any idea what your eyes are doing to me?” He clenches his teeth, his jaw ticking. “I said we just need to slow down.”
My heart breaks. I start to crawl away, my eyes stinging. “So you don’t want to?”
He catches me, his teeth sinking into the meat of my shoulder in a way that makes me gasp.
“You’ve robbed me of every last shred of sanity,” he hisses.
He doesn’t say another word. He just moves, positioning himself, and he nods.
I lower myself between his thick thighs. I’m nervous—terrified, really—but the sight of him, hard and heavy, fills me with a primal heat.
I timidly brush my lips against the tip. He tastes like salt and soap. I take him into my mouth, my tongue tentatively swirling around him.
“Fuck, Val. Fuck,” he groans, the sound vibrating through his whole body.
I’ve barely taken him in three times, barely managed to get a rhythm, when he hitches. His back arches, and then he’s coming.
A thick, hot stream spurts into my mouth, over my cheek, and onto my shoulders. He doesn’t moan, but he makes a deep, guttural sound from the back of his throat. His hand frantically strokes my hair, pulling me close to his stomach.
