Caged (Mastered 4)

Colin spewed a bunch of curses and Gaelic words, but I had drifted into that state where seeing to his pleasure increased mine.

I slid my hands around to grip his ass. To encourage him to plunge into my mouth without holding back. Needing him to see me differently—not as his graduate assistant, but as his sexual equal. Wanting him to understand that as his lover, I’d deny him nothing. Silently promising him that fulfilling his kinkiest, dirtiest desires, anytime, anyplace was my ultimate fantasy.

And I sensed when that shift occurred. His hands were rougher, as were the sounds working out from deep inside him. I knew he wouldn’t hold back. There’d be no warning when he started to come in my mouth. He’d take his pleasure in the manner I’d offered—with no restrictions.

That’s when I drifted into the sexual high I’d experienced only once before.

Colin rammed into my mouth and stopped.

I started to swallow immediately after that first spurt slid down the back of my throat. The muscles contracted around the head of his cock, and he groaned and twitched until I’d milked every drop.

He threw his hand against the wall to keep himself upright, his lungs heaving and his body damp with sweat.

There was the dirty, sexy man I wanted—not the staid professor.

That was as good a place to end as any.

Deacon didn’t say a word. With his sunglasses on, she couldn’t read his eyes.

She refused to look at his crotch to see if the scene had affected him.

Without taking his eyes off the road, Deacon asked, “Did that scene get you hot?”

“A little. Did it do anything for you?”

“I’m hard as a fucking barbell.”

Then Molly did sneak a peek at his groin. She clearly saw the outline of his cock off to the left side of his camo shorts.

“When you read stuff like that, do you put yourself in the story?”

“Like I was Caitlin, on my knees, gobbling up Colin’s cock?”

Deacon groaned. “Gobbling? Jesus, babe.”

She laughed—a trifle nervously. “Do you think it was easy for me to read that to you?”

“Answer the question.”

Molly tried to find the right phrasing. “It wasn’t me in the story. It’s more like I’m a voyeur—which is a kink you’re very familiar with.”

He snorted.

“Your turn. While you were listening, did you—”

“Imagine it was your hands touching me, your lips on mine, my cock plunging into your mouth? You’re goddamn right it was you and me.”

“Why?”

“Because it was like that for us in the beginning. I wanted you like fucking crazy but had convinced myself I couldn’t have you and I had to stay away from you.”

Molly set her hand on his forearm and followed the dips and grooves of his muscles with the tips of her fingers. She feathered her thumb over the crease in his elbow and continued her exploration of his upper arm, stopping to map the deep cuts of his biceps and trace the ripped edges of his triceps. “You have me now, Deacon. So what are you gonna do with me?”

He turned and looked at her over the tops of his sunglasses. Twin blue flames of pure desire shone in his eyes. “Show you that real passion”—he pointed to her e-reader—“is way better than what’s written on the pages of a book.”

Holy crap.

“Any fantasy you got? I’ll make a reality.”

Holy, holy crap.

“You down with that, babe?”

Internally, she’d busted into the Yay me! happy dance. Outwardly, she blushed from the roots of her hair to her toenails. Rather than sit there in shock like a goof, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned closer. She kissed a path up his jawline to his ear, loving the rough feel of his stubble on her lips. “Very down with that. In fact, I could be very down with a lot of things right now.”

“Buckle up,” Deacon warned. “The first time your mouth is gobbling down my cock won’t be in a moving car.”

Not even his use of gobbling softened the sting.

After she’d buckled up, Deacon said, “While we’re on the subject—”

“Is this where you tell me you don’t like blow jobs?” she retorted.

He snatched her hand and pressed it on the bulge straining against his zipper. “Does that feel like I’d hate the idea of my dick buried in your mouth?”

“No.” Molly removed her hand and blew out a frustrated breath. “Sorry. It’s the first time a man has offered to fulfill all my sexual fantasies. I got excited and wanted to reciprocate.”

“Killing me here, woman.”

“What can I say? I’ve always been a giver.”