Page 85 of Every Shattered Note
I can barely breathe.
My hand slips into her hair.Not to stop her.Not to guide her.Just to hold on.
She grins when her mouth is so close to my hard length, her breath warm against skin that’s already strung tight.
I feel her exhale—slow and smug—and it nearly kills me.
“You’re already trembling,” she whispers, brushing her lips along the base.“Barely touched you and you’re already shaking for me.”
Fuck.
I choke on a moan, my other hand fisting in the sheets.
I want to say something cocky.I want to tease her right back.But all I can do is feel—feel her, feel everything—and let it wreck me.
“I’m fucking gone for you,” I rasp, voice barely holding together.“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She hums like she doesn’t believe me, and then—fuck—she presses a kiss just beneath the head.Gentle.Lingering.Sinful.
My hips jerk, instinct tightening every nerve I’ve got, and she lets out a low, satisfied laugh.
“I want to make you beg.”
“Fuck, Aly—don’t stop.Please don’t fucking stop.”
And then she takes me into her mouth.
Slow at first—excruciating in the best way.Warm and wet and perfect.Her tongue drags over every inch, like she’s tasting something decadent, something she’s been craving for weeks.
I throw my head back, breath ragged.
She moans around me, and the vibration rips through my spine like lightning.
“You feel that?”I manage.“That’s yours.That desperate, fucked-up noise I’m making—it’s all because of you.”
She slides deeper, hand curling around the base to match her pace, her eyes locked on mine like she wants to see the exact second I come undone.
And fuck if I’m not seconds away already.
My thighs start to tremble.My jaw clenches.I bite down a curse so filthy it’d make the devil blush.
“I’m not gonna last,” I warn, breathless.“You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it down your throat.”
But she doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t even pause.
She just looks up at me—eyes dark, lips stretched around me—and keeps working me with her mouth like it’s what she was made to do.Like making me fall apart is her purpose.
Every stroke, every slow suck pulls me closer to the edge, and I know I’m seconds from unraveling.
I groan, gripping her hair tighter.“Fuck—stop, baby.If you don’t—I’ll come in your mouth.”
She hums low and filthy like that’s exactly what she wants.
Then she sinks deeper, her throat tightening around me.
I snap.
