Page 87 of A Wrench in the Plan
Nothing covered at all.
Unless you counted the sexy art decorating his skin, which I was fully taking in now.
Until his growing erection captured my attention.
My eyes snapped to meet his dark gaze.
“It’s probably fucked up…” He shook his head. “But I like you on your knees for me. Especially…”
He didn’t have to say it. And yeah, it was messed up, but I figured it worked because I liked being down on my knees for him in this moment. Knowing that he’d killed to end my nightmares. He’d killed to ease my fear. He’d killedforme, to set me free.
I didn’t even think as I tossed the bag to the side and reached for him. I’d touched him before. I’d even learned how to work him with my hand until he came. But I’d never had my mouth on him, though I had thought about it many times.
I kissed the puckered scar on the side of his stomach, working my way down to the scar on his thigh. I wanted him to know that I loved everything about him. I wanted to remind him of the scars we shared and show him that we were strong enough to survive what we’d been through. To let him feel that there wasn’t a thing he could do to lose me.
Then, I focused on the thing I was most nervous about. I wanted to make it good for him, but I had to be honest, I had no clue what I was doing.
My lips parted as my tongue snaked out. His hand circled the base and then he slowly brought the tip down to touch my tongue. It felt warm and heavy. I stayed perfectly still as he painted my tongue and lips with the wetness collecting at the slit. I licked it off my lips before moving in to taste it from the source. He groaned, head falling back as I closed my mouth over the head. My tongue made circles, earning me more of those sexy noises from him.
“Shit, Sunshine,” he said. “That’s it. Feels so fuckin’ good.”
I loved his name for me. It reminded me that I was the light in his life, and that there was nothing wrong with me always looking for the good.
His hips jerked. The movement caught me off guard as more of him slipped past my lips. I liked the smell of him, the taste. It was musky and sweaty. Manly and rough. I inhaled more of it as I took him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered. I sucked hard as I pulled back.
“So good. Keep going,” he ordered.
His hand was in my hair, tangling with the strands, but he wasn’t forcing anything on me. I was in control.
And I realized that what I wanted wasnotto be in control. I wanted him to take his pleasure from me.
“Use me,” I said as I pulled off for a second.
His head snapped up, eyes wide as he looked down at me. I hummed and nodded, letting him know he’d heard me right.
His hips rocked forward. I took in his stomach, the way the muscles tensed and flexed. I took in the tattoos on his chest. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow as he fed me his length. I got lost in the dark look in his eyes as he worked himself in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Cat. Pull off if you don’t want it.”
Feed it to me,I thought dirtily.
I moaned instead of breaking away. The next time he pushed in, I moved against him, taking more of him in and letting him barely slip into my throat. I gagged but didn’t pull off. Tears burned my eyes as he hit my gag reflex again. I’d have to work on that. Though, it didn’t seem like he minded so much.
“Grab my balls.”
I did as I was told, my nail accidentally grazing the flesh behind his sac. His teeth dug into his lip as he curled forward and spilled into my mouth. I swallowed, but then there was more filling up my mouth. I sucked hard, then swallowed again. It tasted… salty, manly. I felt a little dirty as I tried to get more of his taste on my tongue.
But I was coming to find that I liked this kind of dirty.
Who would have thought?
“Holy fuck!” he said, chest heaving with hard breaths as he pulled away from my mouth.
I licked my lips, trying to find every taste of him to keep for myself.
“Very good,” he said, answering the question in my eyes. “Fucking perfect.”
He helped me up, then kissed me hard and deep.
