The Sea Witch (Wicked Villains 5)

She goes still and then buries her face in my neck. “I was sleeping.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I feel her lips curl. “I’m not sleeping now.”

I stare at the ceiling, nearly shaking with the need to urge her down to rub against my cock. “I know that, too.”

Zuri presses her hands to my chest and sits up. She looks like some kind of nymph in this moment, naked in my bed with the sunlight streaming in, her auburn hair a mess around her shoulders and covering her breasts. She’s still smiling though none of the emotions in her eyes are amusement. “I decided something last night.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s silly to fight this. I agreed to seven days and so I’ll do exactly as promised.” She looks down at my chest. “Which means I can’t have sex with you right now.”

My breath catches in my chest. “You’ve been pretty clear on how much you hate me.”

“I do.” It stings how easily she agrees with me. Which is ridiculous. Did I expect her to object? To tell me that she’s changed her mind and she fancies herself in love with me again? It’ll never happen. I’ve more than ensured that at this point.

“Then what are you saying?”

Zuri’s smile goes a little hot, a little mean. “I want to suck your dick. I’ve never done it before, and now is a perfect time to learn. It’s a skill I’ll no doubt find useful in the future.”

When she sucks someone else’s cock.

There it is again, that jealousy I have no right to. Zuri isn’t mine. She never has been, and she never will be. If she wants this, it’s the least I can do. I release her hips and lace my fingers behind my head. “If you want to, I’m not going to stop you.”

She moves down my body without any of the hesitation she showed yesterday. Zuri gives my cock a long look and then wraps her hand around the base. “Tell me how to make it good.”

I could lord this over her, but I don’t have the heart to. Not when I want her mouth on me more than I want my next breath. My voice comes out strained. “Unless you try to bite it off, not a single person with a cock is going to complain that you’re sucking them off.”

She gives the cutest little smirk. “Are you sure I’m not going to bite you?”

“Zuri, I might like it.” When her eyes go wide, I force a laugh. “If you try to hurt my cock, I won’t be able to fuck you with it later. Your call.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She gives me a slow stroke and presses her lips together. “Seriously, Alaric. Tell me how.”

I finally nod. As much as I hate the idea of her sucking another cock, I also get off on the idea of instructing her. “You start like you are now. Hold the cock steady.” Playing teacher and student is just one of my many fantasies, and if I’ve acted it out in all its variations, it feels different with Zuri. Really different. I lick my lips. “Start with the head. It’s sensitive as hell.”

She bends down and traces the head of my cock over her lips. It’s such a gentle touch, but it feels like a bomb going off inside me. I tense, fighting to stay still. “Now your tongue.”

Her tongue darts out and drags a line over my slit. My breath whooshes out, and Zuri takes that as the encouragement it is. She shifts her grip on my cock and licks me from base to tip, like I’m a melting popsicle. “Fuck,” I breathe. “Yeah, that works.”

“Mmm.” She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. “I didn’t think I’d like this, but…I do.”

“You hold the power,” I grind out. “It’s addictive.”

“Yes, something like that.” She eyes my cock. “I’m not going to be able to take you all.”

“Not without practice,” I agree. “Take what you can. Go slow.”

She eases my cock into her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch. Halfway down, she slows, concentration pulling her eyebrows together. I know I need to say something, but the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock is almost too much. I want to dig my fingers into her hair, to take control of this, but I promised to teach her and that’s not how the fantasy plays out. I clear my throat. “It takes time and practice to learn deep throating. Don’t worry about that right now. You’re mimicking fucking. Up and down. Use your tongue.” It takes me a moment to continue as she begins to move, sliding off my cock and then sucking me deep. Fuck, that feels good. “This is one of those times when being messy is an asset.”

She meets my gaze, a question lingering in her eyes. I take a breath. “Use your spit as lube for your hand. That way you’re incorporating the entire length.”