He’s spectacular. Wet and muscled. Thick cock hard and standing straight up, just begging for my attention. I indulge and wrap my hand around it. He groans again and then rasps out, “Get naked, Cat.”
I shake my head with a smile before lowering my knees to the tiled floor. Rand steps to the edge of the tub, and he’s within perfect striking distance for my mouth. I wrap it around the head of his cock with both my hands to his ass, pulling him in deep. Over the last few years, I learned how to deep throat by virtue of all the cock I’ve had in it. Samuel loved to watch me choke on it. He’d get most excited when I’d gag and slobber all over. I hated the fucker for that. So I was determined to learn how to take it like a pro and not give him the satisfaction of it. With nothing but determination and a driving need to take something away from Samuel, I can now take a cock all the way down without even missing a breath or a stroke.
Rand knows this, of course, because I’ve given him head a few times. But he’s never had this reaction to me before as he shouts out when my nose presses into his pelvis and his hands come to my head to grip hard.
“F-u-u-u-u-c-k,” he curses as he literally pushes me off him but I make sure to give a measured suck once he’s out of my throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Yes. It. Is.
The taste of Rand in my mouth, the feel of his soft skin stretched over what feels like forged steel. The way he goes crazy when I take him back down deep again.
“Cat, you need to pull off right the fuck now before I come,” he growls at me, once again using his hands to push against me. I let him do this, leisurely sucking on him, but I have no intention of stopping.
When Rand walked back here and I felt that mad rush of desire for him, I thought I wanted him to fuck me. Yet what we have going on right here is something far and away different from the other times we’ve been together. It’s like we were in black and white, but now we’re in Technicolor.
In this moment, I realize that I don’t care if I get off. I want him to have the best damn blow job in the world, and I want him to remember that it’s from me.
So instead of releasing him as he commands, I relax my throat, open up, and pull him in deep again. It’s a clear message to him that I’m not stopping. I raise my eyes, looking up at him with his cock wedged down deep inside me, and he returns my look. His eyes are swimming with need and perhaps a question to me as to what I want.
I answer by pulling back before immediately sucking him down deep again. Repeating the move, I take a quick breath in between. Then once more, and he gets the message.
I want him to fuck my mouth.
I know he gets this because his hands grip me just a little harder but instead of pushing me off, he holds me still.
Finally, his hips start moving and Rand takes every bit of pleasure that I offer up.
He doesn’t last long at all, shouting out my name on a backward pull before shooting all over my tongue. I drink it down while staring up at him, savoring the warm, salty flavor. His eyes are closed and he has the most peaceful, blissed-out look I’ve ever seen on a man. His hands shift so his thumbs stroke my temples.
Opening his eyes, he looks down at me with a soft smile. “That was unbelievable.”
“You should have just asked me to do that to begin with,” I say with a grin.
“I didn’t want you to think—”
“I know… and I get it. But I wanted to do that for my own pleasure as well. That had nothing to do with owing you anything.”
“I’d really love to return that favor right now,” he says as he bends over and helps me off my knees.
Shaking my head, I step away and give him room to exit the tub. “We have dinner to eat first. After that, you can have your way with me.”
Reaching over to the towel rod, I grab the one I know is Rand’s and toss it to him. He catches it and starts to dry off. When I turn to walk out of the bathroom, he says, “Cat.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “It’s going to be another all-nighter, just so you know.”
Oh, God… I squeeze my legs together to alleviate the ache that just formed.
Maybe we don’t need to eat dinner just yet.
Chapter 9
Rand
“Damn, this is good,” I say before taking another bite of meatloaf.
“We should have at least heated it up,” Cat grumbles as she takes a tentative bite herself.
Turns out, she went ahead and let me return the favor to her right after that fucking unbelievable head she gave me. She appeared to weigh her options carefully when I told her we’d be up all night again. I could literally see the wheels turning in her brain and imagined her balancing needs against wants.
On one hand, an immediate and satisfying orgasm from my tongue on her clit.