Harlot (Bartered Hearts 2)

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her breath feathering over him.

“Yes,” he said, captivated by the sight of her on her knees, her lips parted so near his cock. Her eyes flickered up to him, then down. The tip of her pink tongue appeared briefly as if she meant to lick him, but instead she only moved a little closer on her knees.

He wanted to see that tongue again. Wanted it on him. “Taste me,” he urged, the pleasure of the filthy words twisting low in his belly. He didn’t care about her tears anymore. He wanted her mouth.

Caleb slipped his fingers into the waves of her red hair and cupped the back of her head. “Taste my cock,” he said and eased her closer.

* * *

It was simple, Melisande had said. Nothing to it. But Jessica had done it only once, and it had been nothing like this. He’d pushed it into her mouth and told her to suck. All she’d really done was try not to vomit.

But Caleb…Caleb wanted something different. And the smell of him didn’t make her sick at all.

His hand guided her to him, and Jessica’s heart beat harder. He was so thick, the dusky skin of his cock drawn back to expose the wide head. It was an animal thing. Vulgar. Yet for some reason, she found its appearance…enticing.

“Jessica,” he murmured. She nodded and breathed in the dark scent of him. And then she licked him, a quick swipe of her tongue. He moaned at that small touch. She liked that. Hearing him respond to her. Knowing that for all his strength and his hand in her hair, this made him weak.

She pressed her fingers harder into his thighs and licked him again, then again, tasting him, just as he’d asked. He tasted salty and warm, and the feeling he’d given her with his mouth began to build between her legs once more.

Wanting to weaken him even further, she circled him with her tongue, dragging it over his flesh slowly. This time he inhaled so sharply that she could hear the air pass through his clenched teeth.

“More,” he panted.

Jessica opened her mouth and let him slide over her tongue. He was all she could taste. His skin and salt and sex. His muscles trembled.

“Yes,” he groaned, “like that. Like that, Jess. Suck me.”

It was the first time he’d called her Jess since he’d returned. Maybe he’d forgotten to hate her for this brief moment. She closed her mouth around him and sucked, drawing him into her body.

His moan was so deep and rough that she felt it through her hands. He pushed a little farther into her mouth, but he didn’t just poke at her the way she’d expected. He slid slowly in, then out again, his hand cradling her head instead of forcing it.

“More,” he rasped. “Take more of it.”

She tried. She sucked harder, but she couldn’t get more than half of his cock into her mouth without choking.

He took one of her hands and wrapped it around his shaft. “Show me. Show me how you do it, Jess. Show me what you’ve done.”

Shame washed over her, but it was all tangled up in the desire warming her pussy.

She didn’t have anything to show him, but she tried. When his hand squeezed hers, she held him more firmly and moved her fist the way she’d watched him do.

The muscles of his thighs shook as she did her best to please him. His breathing grew rapid and ragged and his fist tighter in her hair.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, suck me. Show me, you slut.”

She shut her eyes. She was a slut. A whore. A harlot. And she belonged to him until he was done with her.

Her knees hurt on the hard floor, and her jaw ached from stretching around him, but she didn’t mind. She deserved that pain. She deserved this.

His hand urged her to move faster, and she tried to keep up with his thrusting hips, tried to catch air through her nose and keep doing what he wanted.

“I’m coming,” he growled.

She knew what that meant and almost panicked, but when his seed flooded her mouth, she managed to swallow, even as it filled her again and again. She pulled away, finally, and he let her sit back on her knees and cough.

Caleb stood there, arched over her and panting, his fingers spread as if he might still reach for her. His cock glistened wet from her spit and his seed. Jessica stared up at him in stunned silence. His eyes looked as shocked as she felt.

He stood a little straighter and shook his head.