The Dealmaker (Sex & Bonds 1)

“How much can you handle?”

“As much as you’ll give me.”

My nipples harden when he steps forward and cups my chin, using his thumb to open my mouth. “I like to control the pace.”

“Okay.”

“Do you swallow?”

“I do.”

The muscle in his jaw tics. “Tell me if I go too deep.”

“I will.”

“If I go too hard.”

Desire begins to swirl between my legs again. “I thought I was the one giving head.”

“Aw, honey, you’re cute. But I’m the one fucking your mouth.” He steps forward again, taking himself in his hand so that he’s half an inch from my lips. “Open. Good girl. Now show me your tongue. Flatten it against your bottom lip. There we go. Open wider. Yes. Yes.”

He puts himself on my tongue, then rolls his hips a little to slide inside my mouth an inch or two. The intrusion is immediate and hot as hell, and even though I just came and I never, ever orgasm multiple times, I can feel myself getting wet again.

Wetter when Theo glides his fingers into the hair at the back of my head and gently curls them into a fist. I put my hands on his ass. His eyes remain locked on mine as he says, “Squeeze if it’s too much.”

I nod, mouth too full to reply with words. He tastes like water, like salt. A little like me, that earthiness I tasted on his lips after he went down on me last night.

He guides my head toward him as he rocks his hips toward me, sinking deeper inside my mouth. He takes his time but he doesn’t stop, and I breathe through my nose as he breaches my point of comfort and slips into the back of my throat.

I gag. He goes still. Blinking the tears from my eyes, I continue to look up at him. Keep going.

He does. I breathe, and he sinks way past my point of comfort. When he finally does stop, he’s so deep I really do feel like I could swallow him.

So I swallow. His nostrils flare. I slip my hand between his legs to play with his balls, and that’s when he begins to thrust. Tiny movements at first, drawing himself out of my mouth an inch and then back in. His grip on my hair is firm enough to hurt, but I like it.

I like that he’s taken charge. Taken over.

I like that he’s losing his shit, his movements already jerky. He grits his teeth as he fucks my mouth in uneven strokes.

“Honey,” he hisses when I suck him deeper on a downstroke. Tears stream down my face and he wipes them away with his thumb. “So sweet. You’re perfect, Nora. Christ. You’re—this—everything.”

It’s his turn to lose himself. His nostrils flare and his stomach tenses and he says, “I’m coming, that okay? I know you said—”

It’s okay I say with my hands, my body, pressing against him so my nipples meet with his thighs. I bob my head just like he’s showing me, just like he likes it. I take him deeper and I don’t feel used or objectified or bored because he’s making me a part of his release. He’s showing me what he likes. He’s showing me how much I turn him on, and how he can’t control himself when my mouth is on him.

He’s showing me who he is. Which means he feels safe too.

He thrusts into my mouth and comes with a shout. He’s so deep my eyes swim with tears, hot water coursing down my back, his front, blurring everything but the taste of his come sliding down my throat and the way my name sounds when he says it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Theo

It’s the blow job that did it.

I started falling for Nora before she gave me the best head of my life. But it was when she was on her knees in front of me, eyes clear, eagerness written all over her parted lips and red-pink tongue, that I realized I wanted her all to myself.

I don’t want to share her smile with anyone else.

I don’t want to share her secrets.

I definitely don’t want to share her body.

The more I learn about her, the more I want to know. The more possessive I get.

We spend two blissful days shacked up together in California. We fuck. We eat. We fuck some more. By the end of the weekend, my dick is raw and my mind is made up.

I want Nora to be my girl. Will I have to give up the promotion? Shift desks? Move banks? Am I prepared to do that?

And what do I do about my family? They’ve always come first. But being with Nora would mean putting her first—putting us first—which means shifting my focus away from providing for my sisters. I wouldn’t leave them out to dry by any means. But Nora wants the real deal. Love and commitment and kids too. I can’t save for all that—I can’t take a pay cut—if I’m continually splurging on my sisters’ tuitions or their car insurance.