I bite my bottom lip, my gaze falling from his face back to his member. Tiernan lets out a groan, his cock bobbing under the thin black material of his bedsheet.
“How did it do that? You didn’t even touch it,” I ask curiously, honestly amazed that a body part could have a mind of its own and move whenever it felt like it.
He lets out another low chuckle, and it’s the first time I register that he looks relaxed. He doesn’t have that permanent scowl on his face that he persists on keeping anytime he’s with me. He looks boyish somehow. If I squint my eyes just a little bit, he almost looks like his brother, Shay.
Carefree and playful.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, not as nervous as I was a minute ago.
“You. You’re the one that’s funny.”
“Because I don’t know how a man’s anatomy works?”
“Because you are a grown-ass woman, yet you are acting like a child at Christmas, looking at my cock like it’s a toy she desperately wants to play with but doesn’t know how.”
His statement isn’t too far from the truth, I’ll give him that.
“Are you going to tell me or not? How can it bob like that all on its own?”
“You want to see how?”
I nod.
“Bite your lip again,” he orders.
My forehead creases in puzzlement, but I do as he says and bite my lip.
This time instead of him groaning, he mutters the word fuck just as his cock bobs again.
“See? Magic,” he teases, melting further into his mattress.
“Does that happen every time a woman bites her lower lip around you?”
He shakes his head.
“It’s a pesky little habit that only started since you came into my life.”
I don’t know why that provokes butterflies to flap their wings and fly frantically in my stomach, but it does. With the warmth his words bring me, I bite my lip again as I pull his boxers down enough to free his cock. My ass falls back on his legs as I stare at the monstrosity lying in between them.
“I… I was not expecting that.”
“No? What were you expecting? A candy cane?” He plays it off, adding to his previous metaphor.
“Who’s being funny now?” I joke, slapping his thigh. His large muscular mouthwatering thigh.
Gulp.
“Now, what do I do next?” I ask almost breathlessly.
“Touch it,” he instructs, his tone dark and delicious.
Not wanting to spend too much time pondering the pros and cons of what I’m about to do, I fling into action and run a finger up the length of the bulging vein on the side of his cock.
“It’s smooth. Almost like velvet,” I say absentmindedly, in complete and utter awe.
“It will taste even smoother down your throat. Trust me.”
A delicious shudder runs down my spine at his words as I keep stroking his cock, up and down his length, loving how it bobs up, searching for my touch. Once I’m confident that I know what I’m doing, I wrap my hand around the crown and stroke it to its base.
“You’re a natural,” he grunts.
I look up at him through half-mast eyes and see that he’s propped himself up, using his elbows to keep him up so he can have a better view of what I’m doing.
“What now? Tell me what to do.”
The genuine smile that crests his lips makes me preen with pride that I’ve pleased him somehow.
“Use your tongue and lick it. When you feel brave enough, put me inside your mouth.”
The way he tapped into the fact that I’m summoning all my bravery to do any of this makes the whole exchange less frightening to me somehow. It also shows me that there is a hidden side to Tiernan that can be caring. Even affectionate. I much prefer this side of him to the one who has no regard for me whatsoever. Needing to keep him like this, docile and sweet, I make a note to try and please him with my tongue in any way I can.
Slowly, with my eyes locked on his, I lower my body until his cock is inches away from my face. My eyelids only close when my tongue twirls around his crown, tasting his salty essence and breathing into my lungs his very male musky scent. There is also a hint of citrus that drifts off his warm skin.
And Tiernan is definitely warm.
The man is a furnace, burning away and scorching my tongue.
A total contradiction to the arctic chill he’s thrown at me for the past week.
I try not to focus on that thought and instead put all my attention into licking his cock clean. But as I do it, the most confusing and unexpected thing happens. My core begins to constrict with every lick and languid stroke of the tongue. The apex between my inner thighs becomes slick with wetness, and I feel it pouring down my legs and onto his. If he feels it, he doesn’t say anything, content in me performing the task at hand. The sudden need to have more of him is overwhelming, and before I know what I’m doing, my mouth latches onto his length and pulls him into my mouth as far as I can take him.
“Jesus, fuck,” Tiernan groans loudly, his fingers going straight to my hair. “Give a man a fucking warning, acushla.”
I don’t ask him if I’m doing it wrong, since I can taste on the tip of my tongue that I’m not. The salty sweetness burst onto my tastebuds, urging me on. The way his fingers dig into my hair, forcing me to swallow him up and down, only increases the hollowness between my legs. I feel bereft as well as powerful.
He was right.
This is a much better way to enjoy being on my knees.
“Relax your throat, acushla.”
I do as he says and try to relax my throat, although I’m not really sure how someone can do that. Tiernan uses my hair, like one would use reins on a prized stallion to race to the finish line, and guides me to swallow more of him. His hard shaft dominates me completely as it fills my mouth, until it’s touching my tonsils. Tears start streaming from the corners of my eyes, but he doesn’t let up, and I wouldn’t want him to, either. I try to relax my jaw, my hands finding purchase on his hips, so that I can take in more of him.