Page 27 of Vallaverse: Twist
“I'm afraid I'll be too rough. I don't want to hurt you.”
He smiles and flicks his tongue over me to catch a drop. “You can't.”
I can. He knows that I can. And if I'm not careful, I will. I want him badly enough to lose myself, and I'm more than angry enough. Still, I slide one palm along his jaw and let my fingers play in the hair behind his ear and cup his chin with my other hand. “Better?”
He smiles again. “Yes.” Then goes back to the world's most agonizing and confusing blow job.
Eventually Laz works into the rhythm that's going to rip an orgasm out of me whether I want it to or not. My knot is beginning to swell in preparation, and his lips nudge it every time he takes me deep.
“So good, Laz,” I purr for him. “You're going to make me cum.”
The scent of slick dominates the air around us, and the neediest, most delicious sound vibrates around me.
“Just like that,” I murmur. “Keep going. Don't stop.”
He doesn't change his pace, but it somehow becomes more urgent anyway. He moans, and my eyes roll back and close.
“Like that, baby, just like that. Almost.”
He whines through his nose and swallows around me.
“Yessss,” I purr. “There you go.”
He swallows again, and it trips me over the edge. I pull him back so that my release fills his mouth and dribbles down his chin instead of spilling directly down his throat. He swallows greedily as I groan and fist his hair. Stars flash behind my eyelids as the last pulse leaves me.
He licks my head one last time before he runs his hands down the backs of my thighs.
“Thank you,” he whispers and kisses the bit of skin not covered by my unbuttoned pants.
I take a few breaths to steady myself, then open my eyes to look down at him. “On your back.”
It takes him a moment to get his limbs to do what he wants them to do, but he eventually rolls onto his back. He reaches for me but frowns when I shake my head.
“No,” I say gently. “I can't let you hold me. But I can make you feel better.”
I undo the buttons on my sleeves and roll them up a few inches. “Put your legs together.”
If he spreads himself open for me, I won't be able to refuse him or myself. I simply won't put myself in the situation. What I've done and what I'm going to do is dangerous enough.
Laz brings his legs together and laces his fingers together behind his head without being asked. I wasn't going to tell him to do that, but it's probably for the best right now.
“Stay just like that,” I order, letting just a bit of command mingle with my tone. “Don't move. If you move, I stop.”
His head jerks with a quick nod.
I don't believe him. He's never been good at staying still or doing what he's told. But I've decided to move forward with this idiotic plan to ruin my life—again—so I put a knee on the bed beside him. Then I watch his face as I drag his pants down far enough to bare him to me.
I wrap my hand around his terribly hard cock and stroke him from base to tip, and he groans, lifting his hips off the mattress as much as he dares. His balls are still partially trapped between his thighs, so I pull them free and gently roll as I stroke him again.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Yes. Thank you. Please don't stop.”
“I'm not going to,” I assure him. “I'm going to make you cum, Laz. Don't worry.”
I loosen my grip and move my fist up and down his shaft as he gasps and groans and begs for more.
“Harder, Brooks. Tighter,” he says, thrusting into my fist.
The defined muscles that make up his stomach bunch and twist hypnotically as he reaches for more pleasure.
