His other hand was still at the back of my neck, guiding me forward as though it was my first time. Maybe my first time with Trent, yes. Certainly my first with something this thick and heavy.
As I parted my lips I was convinced it would be impossible to do. I couldn’t get him into my mouth. Beyond that, my sex quivered, aching to see if I could get him to fit down there.
My tongue came forward first, lapping up that little droplet off his tip. It was sweet yet salty. I wanted more. A lot more. I licked just under the head of his dick and swirled up and around. My hand eased down his long shaft and held at his heavy root. I squeezed and readied myself. I moved my lips around his forgiving tip, feeling the soft and thick skin enter my mouth. My lips moved over the ridge on his tip and I quickly pulled back.
Trent groaned and pulled at my neck.
“More, darling,” he ordered. “You’re not getting away with that.”
I moved down more, taking another hearty inch and then stopped. My mouth felt too full already, but I still had miles to go. I moved back just a little and then came forward. I shut my eyes and let my other senses do the work for me. The sense of feeling him taking up all the space in my mouth. The taste of his hard shaft, getting hard as I kept going.
Trent moved his hand from my neck to my shoulder and pushed at me.
“Gently,” he said. “I want to feel those lips slide slowly against me.”
I did as told, stopping at the head of his cock again.
“Do that again, but a little faster.”
I listened.
Trent then said, “Faster. And open your fucking eyes. Look up at me with your dirty mouth full, darling.”
I opened my eyes and realized just how much of him was inside my mouth. I groaned and looked up at Trent. He took his hand off my shoulder and touched the top of my head. His fingers dug into my hair and he nodded, pulling at me some more.
So I tested my limits.
Fuck, I went beyond my limits. So much so that my eyes watered, making Trent blurry. My hands grabbed at Trent’s legs. They were so strong, flexed tight, telling me he liked what I was doing.
I went as possibly far as I could. When my limit was reached I hurried to pull back and away, desperate to catch my breath. My hands were shaking as I held his legs.
Trent quickly grabbed his cock and stroked himself. “Now, darling, I want you to taste it all. I’m almost there. Right now.”
So I went right back to work. This time there were no more games. I put my right hand back to his dick and I started to suck him. Back and forth, going as far as I could without hesitating. My other hand couldn’t help itself as I reached up and under his shirt, feeling the ripples of his muscles.
He was gorgeous. Dirty, wild, and gorgeous.
When I took my left hand from his shirt and grabbed at his leather cut, I saw the diamond ring. I had no idea what the hell it all meant.
I’m supposed to marry him? For real?
Trent let out a deep groan and thrust at me.
“Ah, fuck, darling,” he said.
His fingertips touched my shoulders, guiding me back and forth, faster by the second.
I felt him thickening in my mouth and I swore I could feel his seed working right up to the point when he finally exploded in my mouth.
When he did, he hissed and gritted his teeth. He bent his legs and stopped moving, leaving the rest of the job for me to finish. The back of my tongue was overflowed as I tried to swallow and keep up with him as he pulsed more and more inside me.
I stayed right with him, even when I was breathless.
Long after he was done, I slowly kept going. I waited until Trent pulled away from my mouth to finally be done.
Trent pulled up his jeans and tucked himself away. He then traced the outline of my lips.
“Goddammit,” he said. “I could get used to that.”
I was still trying to catch my breath. My hands were back on the bed. I half wanted Trent to go down on me. The other half of me wanted him to rip every piece of clothing off me and fuck me until I couldn’t move.
Before anything could happen, there was a knock at the door.
“Brother,” a voice said as the door opened.
It was the VP - Jasper.
“What?” Trent asked.
“Need to finish our conversation from before.”
I placed my hands to Trent’s stomach, over his shirt. I nodded. I mouthed GO to him.
He traced my jaw and curled his lip. I could never tell if he was pissed at me or pissed at everything around him. I could see it in his eyes he didn’t want to be done with me. That alone left my body aching even more. All the women in the world and this guy had his eyes set on me. I’d find out the story about the diamond ring, but what mattered right then was that he wanted me there. He cared enough that he didn’t want me to leave and get hurt.
I sort of loved him for that.
Sort of.