Page 66 of Making the King

“Just like before,” he rasps, and I part his cheeks again as I slowly work him further into my mouth.

Rocco’s length is no joke, and I can safely say I now know why it’s called a blowjob—emphasis on the job.

I look up at him, and I hate the anguish on his face. His eyes are squeezed shut. Wanting to make him feel better, I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I don’t pull back until my eyes water and I gag around his dick.

A tremor runs through him, but he still doesn’t ask me to remove my hands. Though he hasn’t specifically said it, I feel like I know what he wants—maybe even needs. With him, I’ve faced my fears, and I think that’s what he needs right now.

As I gag around him again, I slide my hand into the crevice of his ass, making sure the tips of my fingers graze his opening.

“Cara,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

I pause, waiting to see if he’s going to tell me to stop. But he doesn’t. He gives me a barely perceptible nod, and I take that as permission to do what I think he needs.

My eyes won’t leave his face. I’m desperate to capture the look of pain and pleasure flickering across his features as I press a wet finger against his opening. He shudders, but instead of pulling away, he pushes back against me.

Seeing him like this, so tense, and clearly caught in a dark place in his mind is damn near breaking my heart. I don’t know if I should stop or continue, only that I can’t stand the look on his face.

I pull back until his cock falls from my mouth. “Rocco,” I sob, and he finally opens his eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

His breath saws out of him, and the look he gives me can only be described as lost. “I don’t know,” he admits.

I know it’s taking a lot for him to be this vulnerable, just like it does for me. But when I’ve been in his position, he’s been the strong one. Guiding me through it until I got to a place where I felt better. I decide that’s exactly what I’m going to do for him.

Needing him to relax, I fist his cock, slowly moving my hand up and down as I cup his balls and gently massage them. When I don’t go anywhere near his ass, he finally relaxes. Even moans as I stroke his length.

I take him back inside my mouth. With a better idea of what he likes, I swirl my tongue around the head and use my thumb to add pressure to the angry vein on the side of his shaft.

“Fuck. Killer. Fuck.” His groans are like music to my ears, and I eagerly keep up the momentum.

I slowly move my hands up his thighs, grazing his skin with my nails. I move all the way up to his toned stomach, where I dig my nails into his skin for good measure.

“Cara,” he warns, but it’s a warning I don’t want to heed.

I want Rocco to lose control instead of being this closed off.

“Give it to me,” I moan around his cock.

“What?” he rasps.

I wrap one hand around the base, moving it up and down as fast as I can. “Let go,” I murmur. “Let it all fucking go and give it to me.”

With a sharp nod, he groans, which I know is his way of answering. He’s going to do it, or at the very least, try. That’s more than I expected, and it makes me feel special.

“Do you want me to try?” I ask, needing his confirmation.

He nods again.

“Okay,” I murmur.

I want to do this. Not just for Rocco, but also for me. I don’t like that there’s a side of him that isn’t mine. I know it makes no sense, and that’s okay. It doesn’t need to be understood for me to act on it.

Rocco’s gaze is burning against my skin, and his shallow breathing is almost like music. But his cock is still hard, telling me he wants this.

I lick my lips and look up at him. “Okay,” I repeat, my voice more steadfast this time. “I promise to make it feel good for you.”

His gaze softens a little. “I know you will,” he rasps. “I trust you.”

Rocco wordlessly hands me a bottle of body oil that he grabs from the shelf next to the bath. Done with taking it slow, I squirt some more of the oil into my hand and rub it so it coats all my fingers. Then I take him back into my mouth, alternating between creating suction and licking down the length. Meanwhile, I move my hands back to his ass, and press a slick finger against his puckered hole.

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