Untouchable (Untouchables, 1)

Before I decide whether or not to break the game and try now, Carter grabs me and throws me down on the bed so hard, my teeth rattle. Shit, that’s a little rough. It’s too dark for me to realize what’s happening until it’s too late. Until Carter’s thighs are on either side of my head and his cock is in my face.

“Carter, no—”

His hand covers my mouth. “Open this mouth again, and it’s gonna be to take my cock.”

As soon as he removes his hand, I say, “No, Carter, I’m—”

He grasps his cock and guides it into my mouth. I try to object, but he expects me to, so he ignores it.

“Suck,” he tells me.

I remember that disobeying that order is how shit got so out of hand before, so I wrap my tongue around his dick and suck. As long as I do, maybe he won’t shove so deep that I can’t breathe.

“Touch yourself while you get me off,” he demands.

There’s an answering throb between my legs, but I don’t reach my hand down between them. Maybe he’ll assume I’m obeying and I won’t actually have to do it. I can’t finger myself in front of him. That’s too… I don’t know, but I just can’t.

A minute passes and I think he’s too wrapped up in his own pleasure to worry about mine. Now that I’m not panicked he’s going to choke me, I actually like this position. I like him on top of me like this, taking my mouth. I like the power he has over me, and knowing he won’t go further than I want him to.

I like sucking him, too. I like the low sounds of pleasure from his throat, his dark head tipped back as he thrusts his hips against my face. Unthinkingly, I reach up and grab his ass to cradle him closer, giving me just a little more control as I work his dick with my mouth.

But I shouldn’t have both hands free, because I should be using one to touch myself, like he told me. His cock is still in my mouth, but he reaches back and grabs both of my wrists with his hands, verifying my disobedience.

“Huh,” he says.

Seeking to distract him, I inch him a little deeper and swallow around his cock. He hisses, grabbing a fistful of my hair and thrusting harder into my throat, but I don’t object. It doesn’t make me feel like I’m dying this time. Even though there’s discomfort when he does it, I feel another throb of arousal at his dominance. In fact, I want him to thrust into my throat like that again.

He does, several times. He keeps hold of my hair and fucks my face, hard. I struggle to take it, but there’s something different about this time. I know when he pushed this hard before, he hit my limits. He’s pushing the same distance now, but my limits… they’ve moved. Inched back to accommodate him, to allow me to enjoy rather than fear him.

It feels like a breakthrough, but maybe it’s something simpler.

Maybe it’s corruption.

When he had me on my knees in that classroom making me suck him, I was so much more innocent than I am now. Maybe he hasn’t completely busted through the physical barrier of my innocence yet, but like my limits, he’s inching his way there.

Carter pulls out of my mouth and I lie there, breathing heavily, trying to adjust to sucking in breath without the huge obstruction of his cock in my airway. He didn’t come, so I don’t know why he’s stopping.

He doesn’t immediately move off me, he stays right where he was and strokes his cock, watching me. “You like that, Ellis? You like being treated like my little whore?”

Ellis? No, no, I don’t want to go back to Ellis. Call me princess. That’s what you call me when you’re doing degrading things; Ellis is what you call me when you keep me at a distance.

I don’t deserve distance for the nasty shit I’m letting him do to me right now.

Impulsively reaching up and dragging my nails down his back, I tell him, “I’m not your little whore. I’m your princess.”

He sighs with pleasure as my nails scrape his flesh. “Fuck, Zoey.”

That’s better. “Let me suck you again,” I request, lifting my head to kiss his thigh, since that’s what I can reach. “Take my throat. Make me yours.”

He pushes his fingers through my hair, letting go of his cock and leaning down to kiss me. It’s a tender kiss—passionate, but not rough and hard. Possessive. When he breaks the kiss, he murmurs against me, “You are mine.”

Chapter 22

I expect him to let me finish sucking him off now, but he repositions himself between my legs instead. He’s up on his knees, too close to go down on me again. I sigh when his blunt fingers spread me, anticipating his finger inside me next.