Bad Things (Tristan & Danika #1)(62)

That weight on me, at one time such a terror, was now just a solid reassurance. It was absolutely flooring what trust could do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“I want to suck your dick,” I said into his ear, deliberately crude.

He stiffened.

I should have been worn out. We both should have, but we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. A few bouts of the best sex of my life had only made me hungry for more.

“Not in the cards tonight,” he whispered back, confirming once and for all that he had superhuman control, since I could see that he was clearly hard. Again. “No more selfless acts from you. I couldn’t stand it if I realized at the end that you were just suffering through it…”

I smiled as I pulled out my winning hand. “I’ve never done it before.”

He went absolutely still, not moving or speaking for a solid minute. “Excuse me?” he finally said, pulling back to look at me.

I licked my lips slowly, drawing his attention there. “I’ve never sucked a c**k before, and I’d like to suck yours. What do you say?”

“How is that possible?”

“The other…we just didn’t, and the two guys I’ve dated didn’t do oral, so I’ve never done it either…It only seemed fair.”

“That’s making the whole thing seem pretty f**king calculated.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Am I wrong? Why should I do something they weren’t willing to do?”

“I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about this right here, with us. Are you only offering because I’ve done it for you?”

I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving him. “I want to. I want to know what you taste like. I want to feel you coming in my mouth. I want to make you feel good. You were upset with me earlier, when I got you off with no thought to myself, but I love doing that for you. It’s almost as good as when you do it for me.”

“You swear you want to do it? This isn’t some power play?”

Part of me hated that he knew me well enough to act like that, to know just the way my mind worked, but another part of me loved it. There was something so comforting in the certainty that someone knew about your biggest flaws and was still willing to stick around. “I swear it’s not. I’d like to try it.” I smiled my best siren’s smile, and I knew by the heat in his eyes that it was a good one. “Pretty please, may I suck your big cock?”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Now, how could I turn that down? You said pretty please, so I’m pretty sure I have to let you now.”

“True story,” I agreed.

I was still smiling as he came to his feet on the side of the bed, his own smiling face turned serious and harsh with intensity in a flash.

“Get on your knees,” he said thickly.

I did, curious and puzzled as to what he planned, but very content to let him do the planning.

“Come here.”

I moved to him, which brought my face very close to his erection, and meant that his plan wasn’t all that complicated.

He fisted my hair, moving his velvety hard tip to rub along my bottom lip.

“Open,” he told me, his breath hitching when I obeyed.

He pushed the tip in, and then a little more, filling my mouth. I started to tense as he reached the back of my throat, but his hand stroked over my hair, and his voice was soothing as he instructed me. “Relax. Just breathe through your nose and relax.”

I calmed, his reassuring, confident tone all it took for me. My mouth was so full of him that, even with my mouth open wide, I still felt my teeth scraping against him as he pushed into the back of my throat.

“Careful there, sweetheart, I don’t mind a bit of pain, but easy on the teeth.”

I pulled my lips over my teeth as he pushed himself in deeper, my mind distracted by the idea of him not minding a bit of pain.

He pulled out and stroked into my mouth, and I was amazed at how much of him I could take, though he was careful not to gag me.

He didn’t let up with the dirty dialogue for a second, his voice low and gravelly with need, which I found that I loved. “Your mouth feels so good. I’m not gonna last two minutes watching those gorgeous lips on my cock. Yeah, that’s it, take it deeper. Suck, baby, that’s right, suck it hard.”

He dragged one of my hands up from the bed, gripping it hard at his thick base. “Stroke me. Hard. Jack me off into your mouth.”

He paused, panting hard, as I obeyed, gripping his thick base hard, loving the feel of the hard smooth flesh in a way I’d never thought I could.

“I won’t forget the sight of you like this, on your hands and knees, your mouth filled with my cock, for as long as I live. You’re the hottest f**king thing on the planet, Danika.”

My name turned to a moan as he came in my mouth, warm liquid shooting down my throat.

He didn’t pull out until he’d given me every shiver inducing spasm, but the second he did, he was pushing me to my back, his mouth burrowing between my legs, his magical hands busy everywhere.

Tristan was the opposite of a selfish lover. Whatever he got, he gave back in spades.

“You’re loud,” he told me, when he’d wrung another glorious orgasm out of my system.

I tried my best to muster up a decent glare. “So are you. You talk the whole time, when your face isn’t buried in my…”