Dirty Secret

I do. He feels so good against my palm. His skin is so soft, but he's so fucking hard. How can both be true?

How can this man be so full of contradictions?

"Like this to start." He guides my hand over his cock, from his based to his tip, then back again. "But harder."

I grip him tighter.

He guides me through another stoke.

His eyes flutter closed. For a moment, pleasure spreads over his expression, then his eyes blink open and fix on me.

"Harder?"

"Perfect."

The praise makes my sex clench. It's absurd, and I don't give a fuck.

He guides my hand to his base. "Keep it there. So you don't gag." He releases my arm and brings his hand to the back of my head. "I meant it, Sienna. I won't be gentle."

"I don't want you to."

"You want it rough, sweetness?"

My cheeks flush. "Yes."

"You want me to fuck your pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

Fuck. My entire body hums. I shouldn't like the compliment so much—it's praise for a small animal, not a person—but I do.

"I've got you." His fingers curl into my hair. "And you're going to do exactly what I say."

"Yes."

He pulls my head into his lap. It's not gentle, exactly, but it's not rough either. He's leading, not pushing.

My lips brush his tip. Soft skin over hard flesh. It's so much like kissing him, but so different too.

"Try it. Test me." His fingers curl into my hair. "See what you like."

What I like? I don't care what I like. I want to see what he likes. But then I guess that is what I like.

I brush my lips against his tip again. Then along his shaft.

He shudders.

This time, I'm the one teasing him. And, fuck, I like winding him tighter.

I do it again, as softly as I can.

A groan falls from his lips.

Again and again.

Until his hand knots in my hair. "Lips around your teeth."

I slide my lips over my teeth.

He pulls me onto his cock. There's no other way to explain it.

My lips slide around his tip.

I swirl my tongue around him reflexively. I want to taste him, test him, see what makes him groan.

His fingers curl into my hair as I flick my tongue against his tip. The top. Then the bottom.

Hard and fast.

Soft and slow.

He gives me a moment to explore him.

Then his grip tightens and his voice drops. "Press your tongue against me."

I do.

"Stay like that. I'll guide you."

I groan a yes against him.

His thighs shake.

It's strange, being in this position, taking orders, but in the best possible way.

Cam is in my mouth.

It's every fucking thing.

His palm goes to the back of my head. Slowly, he guides my mouth over him. From his tip, down his shaft, to where my hand is wrapped around him.

It's deep.

Almost too deep.

Then too deep.

I pull back as I gag. All the way back. Off him. Almost upright.

For a second, I worry I'm doing it wrong, that I can't handle it the way he likes.

Then he looks at me like he's going to consume me and he brings his hand to my cheek. "Not so deep."

"It's…"

"Next time. I'll order you onto your keeps and fuck your pretty mouth."

Mmm. Next time. Yes, there needs to be a next time.

"This time, like this."

"This is good?"

"Perfect." He takes my hand, guides it a little higher. "Keep it there."

I run my thumb over him then tighten my grip.

He lets out a soft groan.

Mmm, I want to do this all day. I want to test him and tease him and toy with him.

But I want this more.

For him to guide me, take me, use me even.

I'm not sure why that's so fucking hot but it is.

"You ready, sweetness?" His fingers curl into my hair again.

"Yes." I run my thumb along him again. "I want to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth."

His pupils dilate. "Good girl."

Mmm.

He pulls me into his lap again.

I slide my lips over my teeth and take him into my mouth. For a second, I stay there, savoring the pressure of his flesh against mine.

Then I press my tongue against his base and I go along for the ride.

He pushes his hand into the back of my head, guiding me over him. With my hand a little higher, I can take all of him.

He starts slowly.

Then he pushes harder.

He guides me again and again. Until I have the rhythm on my own and I start to lead.

His hand knots in my hair. The other goes to my chest.

He toys with my nipples as I take him.

Every brush sends pleasure through my body. It feels so fucking good, taking him as he teases me.

A beautiful cycle of pleasure.

And me, driving him crazy, pushing him to the edge.

I run my mouth over him with that same speed, the same pressure.

Again and again.

Until he lets out a low, deep groan. "Fuck, Sienna." He pushes me harder.