Page 69 of Love Beyond the Illusion
Silence.
“Yeah? Get on your knees.”
Eagerly, I twist and kneel in front of him. Glancing through my eyelashes, I ask him again, “Can I taste you?”
His eyes flare. “If that’s what you want.”
I watch as he unbuckles his belt, slides his zipper down, and removes his pants. Every time Jack and I have had sex, I have the blindfold on, and even though I’ve seen his impressive length when we were lying naked in bed together, there’s something about seeing his hard cock from this angle that makes me needy and desperate.
“Open for me and stick your tongue out,” he instructs.
I comply, opening up for him and keeping my eyes locked on his, Jack slides himself along my warm tongue. Wetness coats my panties as I let him go deeper. Thrusting a few times, he lets out a groan. I fist the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. He tastes so good. I let my tongue glide along him, cloaking him with saliva.
“That’s so good,” he grunts, gripping my hair. He guides my mouth back and forth. Hearing him call out my name in such raw pleasure urges me to suck harder, taking more of him. A desperate hunger within me needs to have all of him. It feels so real, so natural, to make his insides a part of mine.
“Mmm,” I moan, enjoying his hands that are threaded tightly on the back of my head while his body curls around me. I continue sucking, lapping up the small beads of precome that drip from him.
“You’re so needy,” he grits out. “I love it.”
I continue to pump his base with one hand while the other finds the softness of his balls. Massaging them, I coax his orgasm out. When his legs stiffen, I know he’s at his peak. He’s expecting me to let go so we can have sex, but this isn’t about us—this is about him. I suck harder on the head, then slide down one more time before salty warm squirts hit the back of my throat. He cries out as his legs shudder. I swallow him down, sucking harder and craving for more.
I finally release, tipping back on my feet.
Panting, Jack looks down at me. His jaw clenches, and his chest heaves, chasing a full breath. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
“You didn’t have to swallow either.” He bends to kiss my forehead lightly. A kiss of approval that I’d die to feel again. “I mean, it was fucking amazing, but that’s not my expectation.”
I start rising to my feet, taking care not to wrinkle my dress even more than it already is. “I wanted to do that too.”
“Wait. Let me help you,” he says while buttoning his dress pants.
“Thank you.”
A smirk suddenly appears on his face. “We should probably brush your teeth before you have to be my arm candy for the night.”
I giggle. “But do I have to? It would be a fun little joke knowing I’m smiling with a mouth full of your come.”
“As much as I know you’re not serious, that would still be fucking hot.”
“Or am I?”
“Now you’re messing with me.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Maybe.”
“Piper,” he growls like a warning. “In the bathroom.”
“Fine,” I say, shuffling my feet with Jack on my heels.
I grab my bubblegum pink toothbrush from the holder and squeeze a dash of minty fresh toothpaste on it, but right before it hits my mouth, I see Jack’s arm come around from the back. His tall frame towers over me in our reflection in the mirror. A couple of loose strands of blond hair hang over the scar above his right eye.
“Let me do it,” he says, gently taking the toothbrush from my hand.
I nod, slowly opening my mouth for him again, but for a different reason this time.
Jack slips the toothbrush in, sweeping softly back and forth on the bottom back teeth before flipping to the top. I never imagined someone brushing my teeth could be such an intimate experience. But I think that’s because I’ve never had Jack do it.
