He doesn’t give me another command, but he doesn’t have to. Now that the idea is out there, I want to do it.
I lean in and kiss the tip, licking my lips as more pearly whiteness coats them. And then I lick his dick again, taking in his flavor and not hating it. It’s different. Salty, but not unpleasant.
“More,” he breathes.
Without looking up, I slide his cock between my lips and suck. I just have the bit before the rim in, but it pulls something primal out of him from the way he growls and moans. I keep my hand moving, but with each suck that has him shuddering, I go lower and lower.
I swallow around his cock and taste him in my mouth, moaning at the flavor bursts of his scent hitting my nose, his pleasure touching my ears, and the strain of his leg under my hand. It’s too much and yet not enough at the same time. I move my knees to create friction to dispel the want between my thighs.
But me swallowing seems to have been all the permission he needed. On my next lick down his shaft, his hands find my head and pull me in tight. I choke on his cock as it brushes the back of my throat as he holds me there, moaning and groaning.
“So good. Such a good girl.”
Pride swells inside me at his words. I push the discomfort down and breathe through my nose as he continues to hold me on his dick. And when he keeps his hands on me as he thrusts his hips, I choose to let it happen. When the tears fall from the strain of it all, I welcome them.
I move my hand off his knee and find the space between my legs. It’s wet and dripping.
“That’s it. Touch that sweet little pussy for me. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
I might not know what I’m doing if I had to describe anything, but I just keep doing what feels good. Moving two fingers back and forth over my clit sends sparks through mybody just like when he did it for me. And having him in my mouth as he gives me more words of encouragement is pushing me further.
God, it’s the best feeling.
I didn’t think I wanted to be owned. Not when he first said it. If this is what it means—to be fed, receive gifts, and be treated like this for his desire after he gives me my own—I don’t want it to end.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Swallow me down. Be my good girl and swallow me.”
He shouts a moment later, and a burst of thick liquid hits my mouth. I sputter, but he keeps me on his dick, and I swallow to keep from choking. It tastes… honestly, it tastes bad. The small drops I had before were nothing compared to this, but I think the fear of choking overtakes everything else. In that moment, I don’t want to do it, but once it’s over, I regret it immediately. Because with my last swallow, his hands move off me and to his sides.
Something snaps in me the second he lets go.
I lick him clean and move off him. His cock shrinks down, but it still looks big to me.
“Come here.” He pulls me forward and has me sitting across his lap in mere seconds.
His hand goes between my legs, under my panties and straight to my clit, rubbing over it quickly, stealing my breath. The release I thought I’d lost when I was shocked by his own comes back like a freight train. And when it hits, I’m so surprised that I cry out as my back arches and I shudder on him.
He pulls his fingers free and brings them to my cheek. I can smell myself on them, and I’m embarrassed for a second, but then he tilts my head toward him and his lips land on mine.
I gasp at his fierceness, and he invades my mouth with ease as his tongue slips inside.
I’ve kissed a boy before, but nothing like this. This is so all-consuming that I don’t know where he starts and I stop.
And I never want it to end.
“Stop fidgeting.”
His right hand moves off the steering wheel to cover mine. They still instantly, but then goose bumps spread throughout my body at his touch. It’s like being kissed by a thousand butterflies everywhere at once.
I take a steadying breath as we pull through the iron gates after stopping to have someone look around the car to make sure there were no bombs.
Bombs!
You’d think that’s what I’m freaking out about. And I guess that’s a bit of it. Though it’s more to do with the fact that Tommy is taking me to meet his mother. His freakingmother!
He made it sound like it meant nothing this morning when he told me over breakfast, but I haven’t been able to eat since then. And he told me right when I was about to start into my cinnamon roll. So yeah, I’m starving, but the thoughtof anything going into my stomach right now makes me nauseous.
After I, um, danced last night, we went to bed. In his bed. He didn’t give me an option, just picked me up and carried me to his room. Did I complain? No. I guess I could have, but I didn’t want to be separated from him.
