Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

“No, the opposite,” I said, overwhelmingly happy. That small glimpse of Jack was worth his weight in gold. He loved his mother and came from humble means. Certain pieces of this tricky puzzle started connecting.

I was going to ask more, but he leaned forward, the strong expression of master of dominance and control, was back in place. We were face to face. He looked me dead in the eye.

“Now, you tell me a secret,” he said in a gravelly tone. Whatever shifted in Jack, I didn’t know. But heat buzzed from him, and I knew that happy feeling time was over. Back was the sexy in-command man that looked at me like I was candy.

I didn’t know why the shift. But I was caught in his spell.

“Um…” I bit my lip. I had a lot of secrets, most I didn’t want to share, because it would just make them more real. I looked at him, trying to breathe in some of his buzzing energy, and get to the same place he was: humming.

I may be on my knees, but I could change the subject too. My hands were still on his thighs. Instead of my coaxing, supportive rub earlier, my path was slow, my target obvious.

“I was thinking that I wanted to try a few of the spreads you got.” I glanced at the table, then back at Jack.

“That’s not a secret.”

“I know, but…” I wiggled between his knees even further and placed a kiss on his lower torso. His breath hissed. “I’m hungry.” Another kiss. “And I’ve never…”

With my face against his hard stomach, I felt, then saw his cock swelling in his thin pants. Just enough of a sign that maybe I could do this. Maybe he’d let me…or teach me.

“Lana.” He cupped my face and tilted it, so my chin brushed his belly button as he forced me to look up at him. “Are you saying you’ve never sucked a man’s cock?”

I closed my eyes. He turned my face gently, reminding me to keep them open and not look away, even when I was unsure. His words played through my mind from the first night I’d met him.

I held his dark stare. “No. I’ve never done that.”

“Do you want to?”

His dick throbbed even harder in anticipation of my answer. I was nervous, but one thing was certain: “Yes, I do. But I don’t know, exactly…how. Will you teach me?” I asked.

“There’s nothing to be taught. Like sex, you do what feels right. But understand that this act is no exception to what I told you about my preferences. I can be rough.”

I nodded. “You haven’t dished out anything I haven’t liked so far,” I said honestly, because I’d handled a lot already. And he’d proven to be the man to show me how to take it. “I trust you.”

I gave in to the truth of that. I did trust Jack. He had taken my body to its limits, and never pushed me past the point into fear. It was time I step up and be the woman I wanted to be. The woman he helped me be.

“But you need to understand something too,” I said, and reached behind me, grabbing the peach jam off the table, “I was serious when I said I was hungry.”

I could have sworn I saw Jack take a stutter swallow. Could I be getting to him? Tempting him past his restraint and keeping him in the moment? I tugged on his pants, and his cock sprang free. Thick and long, and this was the first time I’d had an up-close view.

I simply stared for a moment, which I knew I was doing. What I hadn’t realized was that I was licking my lower lip while doing so.

“That’s not very nice, baby,” he rasped. “Flashing that pretty mouth right in front of me, teasing me.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Well, I’d never want to tease you. Surely there’s no fun in that, right?”

His gaze narrowed and, yeah, he was getting a taste of his own medicine from when he kept me on edge.

I opened the jar of peach jam, took a little out with my finger and rubbed it along the crown. Going slow, I felt every ridge and the smoothness of him. I spread the jam all along the head, around and around, drawing small circles until the entire tip was covered. Then, I sucked my finger clean.

“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy on purpose.”

I shook my head, my eyes riveted to his impressive length. “No, just learning you.”

I leaned in, unsure what to do first. Simply lick? No, he’d used the word suck earlier. Had I ever sucked a man? I’m sure licking was involved, but I’d get to that.

Closing my mouth around the entire crown, I sucked, flicking my tongue to lick at the jam as I did.

“Fuck, baby,” he said on a strangled breath. He sounded pained.