Page 93 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“That’s it, East, take what you want. Take it all in your greedy little mouth,” he whispers darkly.

I lick around the top and taste the pre-come on my tongue, but it’s not what I expected. I expected it to be salty and gross, but it’s so beautiful. As I take him deeper into my mouth, his hold on my head becomes stronger, and as I lick up and down his silky shaft, his need becomes more apparent.

Both hands now are entwined in my hair as he guides his dick in and out of my mouth. As I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure I’m giving him, he growls.

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes and look up at him staring down. His grip gets tighter as he moves my head harder and faster as I suck and lick.

He lets go of my head and tries to push me away gently, but I don’t want to stop. I want to keep doing this until he comes.

And he does. His head snaps back, and an angryhumescapes his chest as his hot come fills my mouth and starts to trickle down my throat and my chin at the same time. I keep going until I feel his pulsing slow and then stop, my eyes still firmly fixed on his face. He tilts his head forward.

“Fuck, East. What the hell was that? I thought you said you were inexperienced.”

A little flutter of pride flushes over my whole being.

“A lady never tells all her secrets at once.” I wink and wipe the excess come from my mouth. “You better hurry up. They’ll be thinking we’ve been up to something.” I push his shoulder so he’s back under the water, and he shakes his head with a smile.

“Looks like we both need to brush our teeth.” He chuckles as he washes himself clean.

When we re-enter the cabin, nobody even looks in our direction. I know what they are thinking, and as long as they don’t say it, I’ll be fine. I’m embarrassed that I’ve just given Zed a blowjob in a bathroom, but I’m pretty damn pleased with myself as well.

Zed has me perched in his lap the rest of the flight back to London, and when we land, he makes it very clear that we are not to be disturbed for the next forty-eight hours at least. I think his words were “Don’t’ call me! I’ll call you” as we got in our cab to take us to the Majestic.

The vision I had in my head of us having crazy loud sex was put to bed due to the fact that I “had the decorators in” as Kara calls it.

The first call we make is to the doctors to arrange birth control and, the same as last time, it’s delivered straight to the door. We don’t want any more scares. Not yet anyway.

As we settle down to watch a film. It all feels really weird. It feels right, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Laid out on a sofa, tucked into his side with his arm draped around my shoulder.

“Hey, don’t you fall asleep. We have things to talk about,” he says.

“Like what? I already told you I didn’t believe any of it.”

“Not that! You and your stupid diet, or lack of it, more to the point.”

“Oh no, we are not going there. I eat what I want, when I want it. End of.”

“No, it’s not. You need to drink more water, and you need to eat much better. What about fish? Do you like fish?”

“Ergh, gross. Anyway, whales only eat fish and drink water, and they are fat! Argue with that one.”

“Okay, so what about vegetables? You’ve got to like some of them?”

“Nope. A rabbit only eats vegetables, and they live about six years. Look, Zed, I’m fine. I’ll try a bit harder to eat healthier, and I’ll take the tablets as instructed. Stop worrying. I let myself get run down and didn’t take a break from work in years. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

This level of intimacy makes my heart beat faster. No one has ever cared about my diet. Not even my mum. As long as we had full stomachs, she was never too bothered, plus, we had a dog growing up, and he loved everything I didn’t.

I twist my neck up to give him a kiss, and he meets me halfway, his tongue diving in at the first opportunity.

He gently repositions me on the couch and lays on top. I can feel his rock-hard dick digging into me, and I feel bad. I know he wants sex, but I’m not ready for that stage yet. In fact, it makes me internally cringe.

His kisses down my neck, sending tingles all over my body. His hand finds its way under my sweatshirt, and his eyes open wide.

“No fucking bra again? Why don’t you tell me these things?”

“You didn’t ask, and I wasn’t going to announce it on the plane.”

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