She’d never felt anything like it, the weight of a man, pressing her body down into the hard wood, with nowhere to go. It felt divine, intoxicating. It made her feel so perfectly feminine, she threw her head back and reveled in it.
Frantic to get closer, to feel more, she spread her legs and Bowen dropped into the cradle of her thighs with a groan, rocking into her center immediately.
When he couldn’t get close enough, he yanked her skirt higher and melted into her with a desperate noise.
“You’re goddamn right you were here, Sera. You’re everywhere I look.” He pushed two fingers past her lips, which she sucked deep into her mouth. Her boldness shocked him, she could tell by his sharp curse, the flash of heat in his eyes. “You know what happens when I see you get all flustered? When you’re dying for a fuck, but don’t know how to just ask for it? My cock gets so hard it hurts. Do you do it on purpose?”
With his fingers in her mouth, she couldn’t speak, so she shook her head.
“No?” He withdrew his fingers and gave her a firm pump of his hips. “Tell me what you want, baby. Right now.”
“I want you in my mouth.” She said it without thinking. Having his fingers there had brought back the memory of him standing above her, his face tortured and fraught with pleasure at the same time he slid past her lips. The way he’d begged and shaken as he came had given her such an incredible feeling of power, she would have done anything at that moment to feel it again.
Bowen held his breath as if he couldn’t quite believe she were real, then he hardened his jaw and slowly dragged his cut body higher, higher, against hers. Muscles slid over curves, drawing panting breaths from both of them, until he could kneel above her. His knees were on either side of her head, straddling her, in the most intimate position she could have imagined.
Bowen undid his belt and unzipped his jeans with shaky hands. “You think I’m noble enough to say no to that? When I know what your mouth can do?” He freed himself from his jeans, biting his lip on a groan, and held his swollen flesh just above her parted lips. “If you want it so bad, baby, lick for it. The way you were licking those pretty lips when I was trying to concentrate. Now, Sera.”
His desperation, his harsh words, flooded her with desire, and she didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. She swirled her tongue around the head, then traveled lower to lick him slowly, base to tip. All the while, she kept her eyes trained on him, his throaty sounds and panting breaths ratcheting her desire up until her hands clawed at the powerful thighs bracketing her head.
“Ask for it, now.” He rubbed the smooth head against the seam of her lips.
“Say, please, Bowen. I want you to own my mouth. Make it yours.”
She repeated the words back in a rush.
Not wanting to wait another second to drive him out of his mind, she wrapped her hand around his arousal and guided him into her mouth. She pulled on him deeply, reacquainting herself with his taste, his texture, his size. Above her head, she heard his palms slap down on the floor, putting him on his hands and knees, with only his hardness making contact, dipping into her mouth. It felt illicit and wrong, but she raced toward the promise of a new experience with no fear. Fear didn’t exist with Bowen.
“I’m only going to give you what I know you can take, baby.” His voice sounded like gravel. “Tell me you trust me.”
He lifted himself away long enough for her to answer. “I trust you, Bowen.”
Slowly, he lowered his body again, his rigid length pushing through her lips.
“Fuck, fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Not with my girl.” He pumped himself into her mouth with shallow thrusts, so much restraint behind them she knew what an effort he made to hold back.
“Oh, God. Make me stop.”
Instead, she tightened her lips around him and urged him deeper with a hand on his ass. Her eyes teared a little when he reached the back of her throat, but she took a deep breath through her nose as he withdrew, and focused on Bowen’s reactions to what she was doing.
Beneath her hands, his muscles flexed; filthy curses fell from his lips every time she sucked him deeper. It only served to drive her need to please higher until she’d taken all of him and he was able to enter her throat fully.
His inner thighs spasmed against her ears as he pushed deep and held. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. You’ve got all of me in that perfect mouth. I can’t…I’m dying.” He drew back and slid himself into her throat again with a choked curse. Then again. And again, until it turned rhythmic. “Eyes on your man while you take it, baby. Show me you want it. Show me you want to be as ruined as I am.”
Ruined. Yes, she wanted to be ruined.
With him. Forever. Keeping their gazes locked, she dug her nails into his thighs and swallowed around his rigid flesh.
His entire body jerked, shuddered. One strong hand slipped on the hardwood floor, forcing him to catch his weight on an elbow, hips never ceasing in their movements.