Page 18 of Private Reserve
With a hiss, I suck air into my lungs as I turn and once again I see that intensity in him—a wildness—as his eyes meet mine. He’s coiled so tight he looks like he’s ready to snap. I feel a tug between my legs—tight, painful…needy.
He puts his hand on my shoulder and presses down. “On your knees.”
When I don’t move, too shocked, too thrilled at the way he’s acting, he says, “Now.”
His demanding voice resonates through me, and I swallow a raspy breath. Wanting everything he’s offering, I sink to the floor, my mouth inches from his crotch. He rips into his pants, and a cry catches in my throat when his cock pops free. Make me suck you. Make me take it until I choke. He doesn’t bother taking his jeans off. Instead, he shoves them down his thighs, far enough out of the way for me to pleasure him thoroughly.
“Open your mouth.”
As hunger consumes me, my brain shuts down. Acting completely on instinct, I part my lips like I’ve been ordered, and he grips my hair, wrapping it around his hand three times. There is a familiarity in his move, but my body is shaking so hard from excitement—my lust-saturated brain nothing but mush—that I can’t quite figure it out.
I widen my mouth to accommodate his girth, and he says, “Don’t move. Don’t speak.”
I swallow my whimper and go deathly still, afraid to do or say anything and break this moment. My pussy clenches in agony, and I’m certain I’m going to orgasm again.
“Wider,” he commands.
I open my mouth as wide as it can go, and he drags me closer to his cock.
“Let me see your tongue.”
I stick out my tongue, and then he grips his cock, stroking it until pre-cum pearls on his tip. I groan, and he says, “Shh.”
I go quiet, and he rewards me by brushing his crown over my tongue and letting me taste his sweetness. I savor the tangy taste of him, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Liv,” he whispers, and I can feel his restraint, hear it in his voice. I rock against him and take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. Unable to help it, I choke a little, and he jerks backward, like he’s hurt me.
I flick my tongue out, to let him know I’m game for anything, that I don’t want him to hold back, and he growls.
Fuck my mouth.
His hips move, inching forward, but he doesn’t allow me to take him deep again. I want to cry, scream at him, take his dick deep into my throat until I can’t breathe. He rocks into me, his touch on my hair softer. I suck him in, wanting to make him crazy, wanting the predator back. His cock swells in my mouth, and I can tell he’s close. I work my tongue harder, wanting him to shoot his load down my throat—something he’s never, ever done before.
I can feel his body straining. Before he lets go, he pulls out and then drags me to my feet. He spins me, puts my hands on the window again, and in a deep, almost threatening voice that excites me as much as it scares me, he says, “Keep your hands here.”
I do as he says, and he shoves my shorts to my ankles. My heart is beating so fast, I think I might pass out. He grips my ass cheeks and widens them, and I whimper, aching for him to fill me there—everywhere.
His cock probes my sex, and in one hard thrust that practically shoves me against the window, he pushes into me. Oh God, yes. I rear back to meet him, and he growls, “Don’t move.” Oh Jesus, moving comes with its own excitement, but staying still, putting myself at his mercy, is like an explosion to my senses.
I pant as he rides me, pulling almost all the way out only to push in again. One arm goes around my waist, walking me backward. My hands slide down the window, my upper torso parallel to the floor, my ass wide open and exposed as he seats himself all the way inside my quivering pussy.
His fingers tangle through my hair, and his commanding touch scorches me. The excruciating pleasure travels downward, and my sex clenches in agony. I want it harder, rougher. This mild sampling of the way I want him to behave is messing with my body and brain.
He fucks me, and I squeeze my sex around his cock. He grips my hips hard enough to leave a bruise. Like that. Just like that. He pounds into me, and even though I’m wrung out and strung out, I orgasm again. Gio must feel it, too, because he’s going at a maddening pace, with hard, blunt strokes that take me to the edge. When I orgasm again, my body tight around his cock, he growls and lets go, pulsing high inside me as he fills me with his seed. I suck it into my body, wanting every drop, wanting to taste it, swallow it, keep it in me forever.
“Liv,” he whispers as he completely depletes himself. “Fuck, Liv.”
When his cock stops pulsing, my hands fall from the window, and I stand until my back is pressed against this chest. His hot, damp skin against mine fills me with warmth. I take deeper breaths, and my heart shudders at the hard way he’d taken me, a beautiful taste of the way things could be between us. Love, want, and need overwhelm me, everything I feel for this man rising to the surface, and I sniff as tears threaten to fall.
Behind me, Gio goes quiet, too quiet, and nerves coil in my stomach. Tears fill my eyes and spill as he turns me around. His face softens; the hard ridges are gone as he looks at me, and my damn emotions get carried away on a roller coaster ride.
“Liv,” he says, tenderness stealing over him as he cups my face, his thumb sweeping gently over my cheek to brush the tears away. “Come here.” He drags me closer to his body and holds me for a long time. Face buried in my hair, he breaks the quiet and asks, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” I answer. But I want you to. Just a little.
He holds my shoulders, and his head inches back. Blue eyes move over my face, assessing me, and then he pulls me to him again. I sag against his hard body, never having felt such a deep level of intimacy with him before. I ope
n my mouth and want to tell him I love him, want to tell him so many things about me and what I need, but a knock on the door has us both separating, and my voice going mute.
