Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

He returned to his position kneeling over me, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft. I wondered if he’d come on me and what it would look like.

“So fucking sexy, Sara,” he said, his eyes intently watching me pleasure myself, and his hand rubbed over his tip.

My fingers moved faster as the pressure built and built. “Oh… I’m coming…” My entire body went taut as my orgasm hit, and then my hips moved as I worked the pleasure, wringing it out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I opened my eyes to find him stroking himself faster. Then he focused on just the end, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers.

His head dropped back, as that mixture of pleasure and pain showed on his face.

I sat up, wanting a closer look. I wanted to feel his smooth velvety tip against my lips. I snaked out my tongue, lapping at his pre-cum.

“Ah fuck Sara.”

I lifted my gaze. He was watching me. He moved the tip of his dick over my lips, rubbing his pre-cum on them as he continued to stroke himself.

“Put your sexy mouth on him,” he said roughly. “Suck it hard, Sara.”

I opened my mouth, pressing my lips around the velvety tip, and sucking like I would a lollipop..

“Ah fuck, I’m coming…” He started to move back as he continued to stroke himself.

“I want to taste you.” I put my hands on his ass and pulled him back to my mouth.

A deep feral growl came from him as his hips bucked forward, and hot liquid filled my mouth.

“Ah yes, suck it, Sara… take it all… oh fuck… so good.”

I sucked and licked and hoped I was doing it right. When some of his cum dripped from the side of my mouth, I worried I might be doing it wrong.

Finally, his dick felt softer in my mouth. He sat back on his heels, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

“You fucking undo me, Sara.” He wrapped his arms around me as he collapsed next to me.

“That was okay?”

He laughed. “Did you notice that I came?”

I blushed. “Yes, but did you like it? Not all orgasms are the same, at least according to what I’ve read.”

He lifted his head to look at me. “Are you saying that you’ve had some subpar orgasms with me?”

“No.” I worried he was now offended. “You drive me mad.”

He smiled, and lay back with a satisfied smile, and then frowned. “You’ve read about sex?”

I bit my bottom lip feeling self-conscious about how little I knew about sex. Heck, about life in general. “I was curious and wanted to do it right. I read about other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“Self-help stuff mostly.”

He pursed his lips. “You believe that bullshit?”

“That bullshit got me here.”

“Huh. What did you learn from your sex books?”

“Not as much as I’ve learned from you.”

He grinned. It occurred to me that Chase liked being praised on his bedroom skills.

“I want to please you.”

His eyes softened, and he pulled me close. “You do, Sara. The fact that I can hardly control myself and the fact that I spew copious amounts of cum should tell you that you do.”

I felt pleased to hear it. I guess I liked being praised too. I nestled against him, so glad that I could. He was now allowing some intimacy after sex. I cautioned myself against thinking too much about it. It wasn’t wise to think it meant too much. There was definitely a change in our relationship, but that didn’t mean we were going to have a traditional, loving marriage. I needed to be careful that my wish for his love didn’t cloud the reality of our situation. We were in this deal for the long-term, but I could still get my heart broken if I hoped for the fairy tale.

He rolled away from me. “You get some rest, okay?”

He got out of the bed and started dressing.

“Where are you going?” I asked, worried that his leaving was a sign that he didn’t like how close we seemed to be. Perhaps his limit for cuddling had been hit, or he was having second thoughts about letting me be close.

“I want to check on the arrangements for our arrival and follow up on some business. I promise there won’t be business on the island, but I do want to check on some last-minute things.”

“Yes, of course. The company is important.” That’s what this marriage was all about. Chase was business first, and even if he started to feel something for me, I knew I’d always be second to his work.

He stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt and looked at me with his piercing gray eyes. “You’re important too, Sara.”

And just like that, I felt like he’d given me the world with those words. They weren’t a confession of love. I still needed to guard my heart. But for a man like Chase who hid all emotions except displeasure, his words were probably the closest I’d get to an expression of care.