“Yes?” she asked, all syrupy sweet.
He felt like a rubber band stretched to failure, one tug, and he’d snap. “You want me in your mouth?”
She nodded. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper. “I want to feel you come down my throat.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He gripped his hair. It was either that, or do it for her, ramming his cock down her throat. Maybe someday, but he had a feeling she didn’t have much experience in this art. Instead, he settled for bossy. “Suck me.”
Her little pink tongue slid past her lips to take a quick lap of his cockhead. Thunder gritted his teeth. Fuck, how the hell did that one lick feel better than any blow job he’d had in the past?
Easy answer. It came from a woman he’d grown obsessed with.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
HIS ERECTION FELT different against her tongue than she’d expected. For some reason, she’d only considered the hardness of his cock, not the silky-smooth skin surrounding it. Who would believe she’d been married for two years but had never given a blowjob? Probably no one.
But her role hadn’t involved pleasure, giving or receiving. She’d been cast as nothing more than a human incubator.
Again, she licked him, this time curling her tongue around the tip. From the corner of her eye, she spotted his fisted hands clench as a harsh groan left him. A glance up revealed his ticking jaw, corded neck muscles, and piercing gaze. Veins popped in his forearms from the tension.
Power surged through her. A few licks of her tongue and the man appeared wrecked. With that power came bold confidence and desire to make him lose his mind in the way he’d done to her so many times.
She sucked the head into her mouth, still tonguing him. Hadn’t she read somewhere the underside was particularly sensitive? She pressed her tongue to it, and Thunder jerked as though she’d struck him.
Yep, sensitive.
Excitement flared as she scooted forward on the edge of the bed. Her mouth slid down his length, stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Even once she felt full of him, Mak continued to see how far back she could tolerate. His dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag a bit. But she didn’t even mind. The low grunts and gasps pouring from him made up for any small amount of discomfort.
Wringing more of those desperate noises from him became a craving. Each time he groaned in pleasure, she sucked harder, moved faster, and reveled in her power. Within minutes, she’d found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild. Her tolerance for deep throating improved as well. Sure, she wasn’t a master midway through one blowjob, but hopefully, her enjoyment overrode her lack of experience.
“Fuck, baby,” he said as she took him deep, deeper than she had before.
“Mmm,” she hummed, without any realization of how the vibrations of her throat would affect him.
Thunder shouted, and his hands moved to her head. It was the same as when he’d held her throat. This knowledge that if he wanted, he could take this beyond her tolerance. He could ram down her throat, cut off her air, and cause fear. But he didn’t. He let her set the pace and just held on to her hair.
But if he wanted, he could dominate her in an instant, and for whatever reason, that made her wet and needy every time. At first, it’d freaked her out, but she trusted him to know her limits and decided to enjoy the intense pleasure.
“You like this baby? My cock in your mouth?”
“Mm-hmm.” Liked it enough to not even want to pull off to answer him.
“You wet?”
Wet? If she could, she’d have snorted. The lacy pink thong she’d purchased on impulse yesterday felt like she’d worn it straight from the washer, it was so damn wet.
“Yes,” she managed around his girth.
“Fuck.” He moaned loud, totally unabashed.
A quick flick of her tongue under the tip had his hips bucking and his cock hitting the back of her throat.
Curling her hands around his thighs, she sucked him in again. A subtle salty flavor hit her tongue as his cock seemed to expand in her mouth.
“Fuck, I’m close already,” he rasped. “Your mouth is destroying me.”
His words might as well have been a physical caress for the way her body reacted. Her nipples ached, and she rocked her pelvis on the bed in an attempt to grind against the mattress—anything to relieve the intensity of the needy ache.
“Oh, Christ,” he shouted. “Pull off now if you need to.” Even as he suggested she back off, he tightened his grip on her hair.
She wouldn’t have released him for anything.
Grasping his thighs as tight as she could, Mak let the slight sting in her scalp wash over her. She jammed him as far as she could manage and rocked her hips against the mattress with wild abandon. It wasn’t nearly enough to get her off, but she’d grown so desperate for relief she’d take anything.