Page 66 of Bad Attitude
“Declan, I don’t—”
“Kneel.” It’s not a request, it’s a command.
I’m half twisted in the bed, and I struggle to get my knees beneath me, crouching beside him. He waits until I’m settled, then pushes me down again. The head of his cock hits my closed mouth, and I try to turn my head to the side.
“Open, little hellcat,” he coaxes.
“Please…”
“Stop teasing. Open, or I’ll pin you down. Fuck your mouthandyour throat.”
Part of me wonders if that wouldn’t be better. At least then it’s on him, not on me.
But mythroat?
My body tightens at the images that conveys.
“I haven’t done this…”Before. Ever. Successfully.
God, I feel so useless.
His grip in my hair eases, and he stops trying toforce himself into me. “What?”
A flush of shame heats my cheeks. “I… uh…”
“You’ve sucked a cock, right?”
“Um… sort of.” I can’t meet his eyes.
“Jesus, Hellcat.” His tone is incredulous. “What were the men in your lifedoingwith you?”
Nothing like this.
I have no answer.
“Open for me,” he says, voice terse and low. “I’m going to use your mouth. I’ll teach you how.”
My body reacts to his tone as well as his words. Half of me wants to fight, but the other half? I wanttopleasehim. The taste of him, thescentof him… I want more. I just know I’ll be disappointing.
But I open, taking in the head of him. Itiseasier in this position; I can better control how much of him is in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Suck gently, use your tongue. Make it wet, go as deep as you can.”
His instructions help.
I lick at him, tasting the sweet-saltiness of his precum, the faint musk of him filling my senses. His girth stretches my jaw, but it’s strangely satisfying to suck while he’s in my mouth.
I’ve never had anyone so big in there. He’s already filling me, and I’ve barely taken any of him in.
With a hand braced on his thigh, I sink slowly down, carefully trying to gauge how far I can go. The quick answer isnot far; he hits the back of my throat while I’m well short of his base. I pull up in reflex. How deep does he want me to go?
“You have two minutes to get comfortable,” he tells me. “Then I’m going to use you as you deserve it.”
It seems Declan in the morning isnotplayful. His voice is filled with lust, and I don’t expect any mercy.
But he lies still as I familiarize myself with the cock that fills my mouth, save that his hips twitch as I do certain things. He seems to like it when I rub my tongue beneath the head of him, and he draws in a breath when I see how hard I can suck.
It doesn’t seem long before he lets out a long sigh. “You’re much better than you think you are.”
