Page 61 of Worth the Try
“Elle, what are you?—”
Then I bite.
“Fuck,” he grunts, nearly coming off the bed in surprise.
I drag a hand up his stomach, moaning at the feel of muscles bunching beneath my palm. “Be still.” I don’t recognize my voice, raw and raspy.
He relaxes, and I return to my own little feast. If I could wrap myself up in these thighs, I would.That’show much I love them. I savor them, kissing and nipping at one, then the other, while Ansel’s hands clench and unclench beside me. When he’s goodand bothered, I readjust myself between his legs, pulling my hair to one side and leaning down to where his penis lies.
Cock,I remind myself with a smirk.
I look up to meet his eyes, and they blaze with desire, the brown irises disappearing into the blown darkness of his pupils. “You ready for me to suck your cock, Ansel?”
His breath hitches as he nods, and it occurs to me that even though I’m the more inexperienced of us,he’sthe nervous one. “Yes,” he manages.
I quirk a smile. “Yes, what?”
He huffs a laugh, and it sends butterflies through me. “Yes, please, Elodie. Please take that gorgeous mouth and put it around my cock.”
So I do. Without preamble, without so much as an opening lick, I simply take him into my mouth like a lollipop, pulling him as deep as I can.
The sound he makes—feral, undone, grateful—cracks me wide open.
Gentle hands wrap my hair to the side as he breathes out a curse, his eyes locked onto my eyes, my mouth. “Elodie.”
I hum, licking him up and down, paying attention to every noise he makes. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve done this, and it’s already a million times better than ever before. It’s not that I’ve turned into some blowjob goddess—or cock-sucking champion, perhaps?—but it’s the first time I’vewantedto do it.
Ansel murmurs words of praise above me, and right when I’m hitting my stride, he pulls me up to him, crushing me down on top of him and flipping us in one smooth motion. Way better than my own moves, but to be fair, heisa lot bigger than me.
“Tell me I can be inside you,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me you want all of this.”
Is he kidding? “I want all of this. All of you.” I pause. “I want your cock inside me.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes, a relieved smile on his face.
I giggle. “Did you think I’d say no?”
“I didn’t want to assume,” he admits. “Don’t move.” He leans over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom, then gives me a bashful look. “These are—um.” He looks away, seeming to search for the words. “I’ve never done this. Here, I mean. No one’s been here. It’s, ah, it’s been a long time.”
“Ansel.” My voice is soft as I beckon him. “It doesn’t matter.” I’ve almost got whiplash, moving between the dominating man who demands I orgasm one moment and the sweet guy who confesses it’s been a long time since he’s had sex the next.
But my words must settle things, because he opens the foil and rolls the condom on. He resettles between my legs, the warmth of him seeping into me. And when his eyes hold mine as one strong hand grips the back of my thigh, guiding it up so my foot is on the mattress and opening me wide for him, I hold my breath.
“You’re so beautiful, Elodie,” he says, notching himself against me.
I exhale.
On my next inhale, shaky and overcome, he pushes in.
We moan together, his low and guttural, mine nearly matching it, and my body reacts instantly, clenching him tight.
“Fuck, Elle,baby,” he chokes.
“I—” It’s all I can say as he withdraws and thrusts again, getting deeper.
“You can take it,” he whispers, his voice a caress against my ear. “Take me deep, Elodie. Let me in. Give me heaven.”
His words turn me molten, my core softening and opening.
