Page 168 of Librarian

It’s such an odd declaration.

How in magic’s name is wrapping my mouth around a penis supposed to calm me? I’ve read about it, of course. I added it to my contract because I was curious, but I always understood cockwarming as a kind of prelude to a real blow job.

But Leo promised he wouldn’t come. He’ll literally get nothing out of this.

I’m tempted to try just because I’vestillyet to see his cock. So when he shoves his jeans down just far enough for it to bob free, I stare.

And stare some more.

Because the head is pierced.

I wouldn’t have expected him to be the type. He’s always been quiet. I thought he was shy, despite knowing what he was into.

The hand in my hair tilts my head at an angle, urging me closer, and the first thing that hits my tongue is the warm, heavy metal ring that curves out from the slit and down.

I suck obediently, learning the taste of him. His scent floods my lungs, but far from quieting my mind, the revelation of his piercing has turned the butterflies in my belly frenzied.

How does that feel? Will he fuck me so I can find out?

Only…I put asterisks beside everything more on that contract, meaning one of the others would have to be here for this to go further than it already has.

My tongue strokes up his shaft, but I don’t bob up and down. It’s tempting, but that’s not the point. Well…not according to all my, ahem,research.

Leo appears completely unaffected, if you don’t count the steady throb of his rock-hard cock between my lips. His hand only leaves my hair to change his page, his eyes flicking to me every so often. Mostly he just leaves me to…play.

I’m probably leaving an embarrassing wet patch on the cushion below me, but the longer I suck, the more I understand the appeal. Because itiscomforting. My whole world is narrowed to the two of us. The future fades, anxiety replaced by observing him. I lap lightly at the head of his cock, letting my tongue learn the weight of the Prince Albert at his tip.

Every now and again, his knuckles turn white on the book, but then he takes a deep breath and unclenches his fist.

His erection doesn’t go down. Not once.

Could I…?A wicked thought springs to mind, and I smile around his shaft.

Because I really, really want to see how sincere his promise not to climax really is.

Anyone can resist orgasm if they avoid touching themselves. It’s not difficult. Holding off when your body is under the sweetest kind of sexual torment, and someone is purposely pushing you to your limit, is much harder.

Besides, he shouldn’t have made the vow if he didn’t intend to keep it.

Slowly, carefully, I lift my head an inch, bobbing. He swallows but says nothing.

Then I dip back down, taking him to the back of my throat, employing every trick I’ve ever read about how to overcome my gag reflex.

“Kyrie,” he warns on a groan.

I moan in answer, meeting his eyes as I do it again.

“Feck, you’re not—starsdamnit, woman.”

I’ve given up all pretence now, fluttering my tongue up and down his length as I take him so deep that my nose presses against his groin. Saliva floods from my mouth, soaking him.

The hand in my hair turns controlling, stopping me before I can lift away. Keeping his length buried in my throat. Cutting off my air.

“If you play this game, I will punish you for it.” His tone is lethal. “You’ll find out exactly how a crop feels across your perfect ass. Not tonight, but soon. So be very, very certain you’re ready for that before you continue.”

I hum deep in my throat, and he groans in answer, letting me go.

Perhaps I should stop, but my curiosity is on a rampage. Right now, with my breasts aching and my arousal firmly in the driver’s seat, his threat sounds less like a deterrent and more like another item to tick off my list.