Page 97 of Wicked Dove
His thumb falls away from my lips as I release his cock. “You’ve never what?” I breathe, panting for him, and he shakes his head.
“No one has ever…” His words linger in the air as my jaw falls slack and my heart races with the words he’s not saying.
“Have you ever come in someone’s mouth before, Rion?” I ask, unable to believe it, but the wild look in his eyes confirms it as he shakes his head.
“I’ve never had my cock in anyone’s mouth before,” he croaks, the cords in his forearms straining as he blinks down at me.
“Then there’s no way I’m stopping,” I mutter, swallowing him all the way to the back of my throat again. He groans as I repeat the motion two more times before I let his length pop from my lips. “Fuck my mouth, Rion.”
He blinks at me as he slowly shakes his head.
“I can’t. I?—”
“Fuck. My. Mouth,” I repeat, dragging my fingers across his skin to dig my nails into the globes of his ass as I position my lips at his cock again.
All he does is stare down at me in disbelief. I wrap my lips around his cock, slowly dragging my tongue across his flesh, but this time, when I think I can’t take any more, I dig my nails in more, thrusting his cock further into my mouth.
That’s the only encouragement he needs.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he retracts, slamming back in a moment later. I hold on for dear life, choking around him, but it’s what I live for. I’m sure my desire will be trickling down my thighs when I stand.
He fucks me with a feverish pace, desperate, needy, feral. There’s no vocal warning that he’s about to come, but I feel it in the way he tenses, his thrusts getting shorter and sharper, until he paints the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop of him to the sweet sound of him groaning in ecstasy.
I’m panting as he releases me, and I wobble to my feet, feeling the damp center of arousal between my thighs. I take a step toward the door and he shakes his head.
“I’m not done with you,” he breathes, and I grin.
“Me either. I just want to lock the door so we’re not disturbed,” I state, and he shakes his head again.
“Oh, we won’t be disturbed. They’re out.”
“But they could come back,” I explain as my hand wraps around the door handle, ready to turn the lock, but he waves me off.
“Nah, they’ll be back tomorrow,” he murmurs, kicking his shorts to the side as he climbs back on the bed, his cock still hard as I blink at him.
“Tomorrow?” I repeat, curiosity sinking its teeth into me like usual.
“Yeah, that’s how approval works. You get twenty-four hours.”
Approval? Twenty-four hours? My gut churns as my hand drops to my side, and I turn to face him head on. “Rion, where are they?”
His eyelids are closed. He’s lost to the afterglow, but his words are like a dagger straight through my soul.
“Twenty-seven sixteen Cherry Blossom Lane, plot two-one-three.”
THIRTY-ONE
ELODIE
Unwanted tears prick the back of my eyelids as I launch myself into my bedroom, forcefully slamming the door shut behind me as I collapse against it. Through my blurred vision, I find Ocean staring at me from her bed, eyes wide as she puts her cell phone down and glances at me with caution.
“What’s going on?” she asks, and my nostrils flare as I fight back the emotions that I feel like I’ve been holding in for an eternity. I take a deep breath, but it does nothing to calm the pain consuming me.
“Tell me you can’t get approval to leave,” I rasp, watching the telltale signs of guilt wash over her features.
She rushes to her feet but stays planted at the side of her bed as she nervously twists her hands together. “I was going to tell you at the end of the week,” she whispers, and I shake my head, a pained cackle parting my lips as I look up at the ceiling.
“I can’t stand another minute here, never mind another week,” I bite. My ears are throbbing with the racing beat of my pulse. “I made that deal before I knew you were omitting things from me,” I add, forcing myself to look at her, and she grimaces.
