Page 89 of Playing Dirty
I relax my jaw and take him deeper, breathing through my nose, feeling him slide toward the back of my throat. The stretch is intense, my jaw aching already, but I don't care. I want to give him this. I want to give him everything.
When he hits my gag reflex I breathe through the urge to choke and push past it, relaxing my throat muscles, taking him deeper and deeper until my nose is pressed against his pelvis and his entire length is buried in my throat.
I can feel him throbbing inside me. My eyes are watering,tears spilling down my cheeks, but I don't pull back. I hold him there, looking up at him through wet lashes, showing him what I can take.
"Damn." His head falls back, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief, a groan tearing from his chest. "All the way down. Fucking swallowing my whole cock like it's nothing. That's my girl."
For a long moment he holds me there, buried deep, and I focus on breathing, on not gagging, on the feel of him hot and heavy on my tongue. Finally he pulls back slowly, letting me gasp a breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. I cough once, twice, then open my mouth again, wanting more, needing more.
"Greedy little thing," he says fondly, guiding himself back between my lips. "Can't get enough, can you?"
He sets a rhythm, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes, his hand in my hair controlling my movements. I hollow my cheeks around him and work my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head with every stroke.
The sound of him fills the room, low groans mixing with the wet noise of my mouth working him, and I've never felt more powerful in my life.
"Look at me," he commands, and I lift my eyes to his face while my mouth continues to worship him. "Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to watch your face while you suck me. I want to see how much you fucking love this."
I moan around him in response, trying to tell him without words that I do love this, I love everything about this, I love being on my knees for him and tasting him and feeling him lose control in my mouth.
"So fucking beautiful," he groans, confirming my thoughts. "Crying all over my cock. Look at the mess you're making."
The rhythm picks up, his hips snapping forward harder, andI take it, take him, tears streaming down my face, saliva dripping from my chin. I must look absolutely wrecked and used and desperate—but the way he's looking at me makes me feel beautiful.
It makes me feel worshipped even as I'm the one on my knees.
"You love this, don't you? Love being used like this?"
I try to answer but it comes out as a garbled moan around his length. He fucks my mouth harder for another minute, and I can feel him getting close—the way his thighs are tensing, the way his rhythm is getting erratic, the way his groans are getting louder. And then suddenly he slows, pulling back until just the head rests on my tongue, a wicked gleam entering his eyes.
"Touch yourself," he orders, his voice commanding, and my whole body responds. "Put your hand between your legs and play with that needy little clit. Keep sucking my cock while you do it. I want to watch you fall apart."
I moan around him and reach between my thighs, my fingers finding my clit immediately. The relief is overwhelming, pleasure sparking through me like electricity, and my hips buck against my own hand. I'm so wet that my fingers slip and slide.
"That's it," he growls, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my head as I continue to suck him. "Rub that pussy while you choke on my cock. Show me how desperate you are. Show me how much you need this."
I work my clit in tight, frantic circles, my other hand bracing on his thigh for balance, my mouth still full of him. Pleasure is building fast, too fast, coiling tight in my belly, threatening to snap.
"Fuck yes," he groans, his hips starting to move again, shallow thrusts that push him deeper into my mouth. "Look at you. Sucking my cock and playing with yourself. You're soaking, aren't you? Making a mess all over your fingers, all over my floor?"
I whimper around him, nodding as much as I can with him in my mouth. He's right—I can feel it, the wetness dripping down my thighs, pooling beneath me on the hardwood.
"Faster," he commands. "Rub that clit faster. Get yourself right to the edge." His voice drops lower, dangerous. "But don't you dare come. You don't come until my cock is inside you. Do you understand?"
I whimper desperately, my fingers moving faster even as I try to hold back the orgasm that's building like a tidal wave. It's almost impossible—the pleasure is overwhelming, his cock in my mouth, his voice in my ears, my own fingers working my clit—but I try. I try to be good for him.
"That's it. Right on the edge. I can see it in your face, sweetheart. I can see how close you are." He fucks my mouth harder. "You want to come so badly, don't you? But you're being such a good girl, holding it for me. Waiting for permission."
I'm trembling all over now, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back. Tears are streaming down my face, mixing with the saliva on my chin, and I'm making desperate little sounds around his cock that I couldn't stop if I tried.
"Stop," he orders suddenly, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I gasp for air, my hand stilling between my thighs, my whole body quivering on the edge of release. I look up at him with desperate, pleading eyes, wet strings of saliva still connecting us.
"Please," I beg, my voice wrecked and hoarse. "Please, Cillian. I need?—"
"I know what you need." He reaches down and hauls me to my feet, my legs barely able to support me, and crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His tongue sweeps in and he groans into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips hard.
He walks me backward across the room, his mouth never leaving mine, until my legs hit the edge of the mattress. Then helifts me and sets me on the soft sheets, and looks at me, his eyes traveling slowly over every inch of my body.
