Page 63 of The Last Call Home
His hips jerk forward, and I don’t stop him.
I dare him.
His breath breaks in my ear, ragged and unfiltered.One hand fists in my hair, not guiding—just holding on like he’s seconds from falling apart.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he warns.
“That’s the plan.Look at me, Cass,” I demand.
His eyes open.
And I take him back into my mouth.
There’s no hesitation, no teasing.Just heat and hunger and too much need packed into a moment I’ve fantasized about and hated myself for.I suck him down deep, one hand braced on his hip, the other working the base as I find a rhythm that makes him mutter curses and dig his nails into the wall.
He thrusts once.
Twice.
Barely controlled, hips jerking with restraint that’s hanging on by a fucking thread.
But I don’t want restraint.
I want him undone.
I need him wrecked.
His hand slides into my hair, not rough—yet—but trembling with it.His eyes lock on mine like he’s trying to anchor himself, as if he blinks, he’ll fall apart.
“Fuck, Mal,” he breathes, voice tight, unraveling.“You’re gonna make me?—”
“Yeah?”I murmur against the head of his dick, lips grazing, tongue dragging slow over the slit.“But you’re going to have to wait until I say so.”
I go back down, deeper this time—until the head hits the back of my throat, and I hum around him, slow and filthy.The sound makes him swear, chest heaving, knuckles digging into the wall like he’s holding on for dear life.
Then I add my hand again—stroking the base as I suck him hard and deep—and the other slides between his legs, cupping him with possessive pressure.I press my thumb behind his balls and feel the way he jerks.How his hips twitch like I’ve flipped a switch, he didn’t know he had.
His moan is ragged now.
Wordless.
Desperate.
So I push further.
My fingers trail back, teasing over his entrance.I feel the exact moment his breath catches—his whole body stills—but he doesn’t stop me.Doesn’t even flinch.
He wants this.
He wants me.
“You want more?”I rasp against the slick head of his cock, voice low and soaked with need.My lips drag across him.My breath is fire on his skin.
He nods, dazed, eyes wide open, mouth gape—but it’s not enough.
“Use your fucking voice.”
“Yes,” he gasps, almost choked on the word.“Yes.Fuck—Mal, please.”
