Page 90 of Hard Rock Fling
"Take a deep breath, sweetheart," he encouraged, stroking my hair softly.
I inhaled slowly. His hand on the back of my head urged me on. I took him deep, deeper than I ever had. His length slide along my tongue, the smooth skin of it a wonderful texture against my tongue. I concentrated on breathing shallowly, trying not to cough. Finally my nose touched his abdomen, until his cockhead was all the way down.
"Shit," he grunted. "Can't fucking believe you took my entire cock."
His hand fisted my hair, keeping me there, keeping his cock buried inside my throat for long moments. I fought not to gag, taking shallow breaths.
He tugged me back, until the tip popped out of my mouth. I took a shuddering gasp of air. I looked up through my lashes to meet his gaze.
"You taste so good," I breathed.
His eyes blazed, turning dark. He urged me forward again. I opened my mouth, letting his cock slid along my tongue, until he hit the back of my throat again. I struggled to relax the muscles, wanting him deeper. He pulled me back up, then down again, making me take him. I let him control the pace, using my lips and tongue to lick and suck whenever I could, and letting my throat relax and take him inside whenever he reached its depths.
Finally, his cock twitched and throbbed against my tongue. I knew he was close. I forced myself to take him all the way, clamping my mouth down around him and swallowing.
"Fuck!" he cursed out loud and fisted my hair in his hand. Warm, wet liquid filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I savored the taste, drinking all of him down.
When he finally began to soften I pulled back. I took him in my hand and used my tongue to clean him, getting every last drop.
The grip on my hair loosed. Gentle fingers caressed my cheeks, thumbs stroking the underside of my jaw.
"Thank you," he whispered.
I stood and threw my arms around him. "There's no need to thank me. I love tasting you."
He buried his face in my neck. "I meant, thank you for believing me."
"I'm sorry it took me so long."
"I don't blame you." He let out a rueful laugh. "The Twins have a reputation."
I shook my head. "No. It wasn't that. Or, it wasn't just that. I—" I paused, wondering how much to tell him. I pulled back and met his eyes. "I got hurt, once. It almost destroyed me."
"Tell me," Ian said softly.
I settled my head on his chest. I'd never told anyone this before. Faith knew, because she'd watched the fallout. But I'd never said the words out loud before. I'd always been too hurt. Too ashamed.
"He was the kind of guy who lavished attention on me. He took me out to fancy dinners. He would give me presents almost every week."
Ian stroked my hair. "Sounds like a Cinderella story."
"It did feel like a fairy tale at the time. He told me we were meant to be. Told me how special I was."
Ian inhaled a sharp breath, no doubt remember all the times he'd said the exact same words to me.
"He was older," I continued. "Almost old enough to be my father, really. Maybe that's why what he did hurt so much. It felt like I was being rejected all over again."
"What happened?" He asked the words tentatively.
"I found out he'd been lying the entire time. I wasn't special. I was just another plaything to him. A toy to enjoy for however long I amused him, until he decided to throw me away."
I sat up, meeting Ian's eyes.
"He had an entire family I'd never known about. A wife. Three children. The house with the picket fence." Tears stung the back of my eyes. "I was just his girl on the side. Young, impressionable, willing to fall for anything and everything he told me."
Ian's face went soft with sympathy. "Hope…"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I should have known. Why would someone so well off and handsome and mature spend time with some nineteen year old college student?"
