Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

He whimpered, a desperate sound that made me want to torment him more, but I also wanted to see just how much of his thick shaft I could take into my mouth. I squeezed his thighs, massaging them as I ran the flat of my tongue up his length.

“Fuck. Ambrose. Please.”

“That’s it. I love hearing you beg.”

“Damn it. Why are you—”

I licked him again, and he shuddered. When I glanced up, he was pressing his hands against the headboard hard enough I feared it might snap.

“You want to use your hands, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes. I want to hold you still and force my cock down your throat.”

God, why did that sound so good? I hated giving up control, and yet, with Eric… No, not yet. Maybe not ever.

“I want you to suck me and swallow around me. I want to feel your hot, tight throat convulse around my dick.”

Who was I kidding? I didn’t have any control around Eric. That’s how I’d gotten into this position to start with. I couldn’t walk away from him, couldn’t send him away, couldn’t trust anyone else to care for him, and I could never have kept my hands off him.

I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and angled it toward my mouth, then swirled my tongue around the head, enjoying the soft skin and his musky scent. How had I never realized how good this would be? I was going to be lucky if I didn’t come in my pants while I was sucking him.

Taking his head into my mouth, I sucked gently, then harder as I rubbed my thumb against the base of his shaft. He arched up, trying to make me take him deeper. The headboard rattled ominously.

I let go of his cock and pressed his hips into the mattress. With a teasing lick, I let his cock bounce against his stomach. “I’m in charge. Don’t you dare try to take more than I’m offering.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“I know.” I grinned at him. “Keep those hands where they are, Sheriff.”

I nudged the badge pinned to his shirt with my nose and laughed when he squirmed, trying to move out of the way.

“I thought you were kidding about the uniform.”

“Fuck no. This is the best.” I rubbed the side of my face against the rough material of the shirt, wondering how he put up with such a starched garment.

“Shit. I’m never going to be able to put on my uniform without getting hard now.”

“Good, as long as you’re hard for me.”

“So fucking possessive.”

I looked up and met his gaze. “I am. You’re mine and only mine.”

“Ambrose, I—”

I didn’t want to hear any protests, so I took his cock back into my mouth, sliding my lips farther along his length. The whimper that escaped him made my cock jump. I needed him to make that sound again. I took him deeper. I struggled to breathe, but I was focused on pleasuring him. I didn’t care how uncomfortable it was.

I’d imagined having a cock down my throat would make me feel helpless, but it was totally empowering. I knew I could easily make Eric come like this. I could make him lose control, make him beg, make him promise me anything just to get more. I wanted to show him just how good it could be. I pushed myself to take more of him, but it was too much. I gagged and sputtered around him.

Eric sat part way up, looking almost as distressed as I was. “Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to take it all.”

When I pulled off, he slid his hands into my hair, but he wasn’t using them to control me, to make me take him in again. He was soothing me, assuring me I could take my time like I’d told him I would.

Those moments when he was tender and gentle with me did me in more than the feel of his ass clenching around me or his mouth taking me all the way in. The pleasure he took and gave was intoxicating, but his concern for me stole my breath, and it could easily make me surrender completely to him. I didn’t do that. I couldn’t, and yet, Eric calmed me like no one else could.

“I’m fine. I… Really.”

He nodded, and I took his cock in again, making him groan as I slid my lips up and down his shaft and hummed around him.

“So fucking good. I can’t believe you haven’t done this before.”

I gave him a firm lick and sat back. “I never wanted to before, but with you…” I froze. That was too much. I’d said way too much.

Eric smiled. “This isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt either.”

I nodded, not wanting to risk more raw words coming out if I opened my mouth. I moved off him and slid from the bed.