Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(46)

It amazed her, the swift compulsion to grant his wish. She’d never felt such a strong desire to do this for a man in the past. Now, she craved it beyond belief. Craved Oliver. The weight of him on her tongue. She wanted to please him, drive him past the brink. Wanted to…apologize with her mouth. That realization brought her up short. Rational Eliza knew she didn’t owe him an apology for speaking with another man, but this submissive part of her loved the idea of him being happy with her. Loved the idea of him forgiving her because she’d pleased him.

Confusion and doubt warred inside her, but they couldn’t surmount her lust. It loomed like a giant, ready to take down everything in its path. She slipped off Oliver’s lap and knelt before him, pulse raging out of control at the sight of the massive bulge between his legs. Her hands itched to squeeze and stroke his aching flesh, but first she needed to make this okay for herself. She didn’t want any doubts ruining the moment for her.

Oliver’s chest heaved beneath his dress shirt, his gaze on fire as it centered on her lips. “I am going to ride your mouth, Eliza. Your lying, little mouth.”

“Kiss me first,” she said on an exhale, horrified at the hitch in her voice. “You haven’t kissed me since…since we danced. I don’t need romance, but—”

His arm banded around her waist and dragged her up against him. She only had a split second to glimpse his expression before his mouth began to devour her own. Shattered. He’d look completely shattered. No, that couldn’t be right. He was just frustrated because she wasn’t down on her knees yet. Just like every girl he’d had a physical relationship with. That had to be why his mouth moved so hard over hers, it forced her head back. He slanted his mouth over hers, head tilted to the side so he could get his tongue deep. Her moans were as involuntary as the renewed quickening between her thighs. Oliver made a gruff sound, clutching her tighter to his chest. The passion of it threatened to carry her away, to make her forget what he wanted from her. Even though she wanted to stay in his arms forever, let him kiss away every insecurity in her head, she knew it would kill her. Tears burning behind her eyes, she wedged her hands between them and shoved him back. Immediately, he made a grab for her, hands shaking as they tried to drag her back, but she slapped them away.

“More, Eliza?” He grated. “You want more? Get over here.”

Her instincts demanded she obey him, but inside she knew it would destroy her if he kissed her again. Desperate to distract herself, distract Oliver, she dropped back to her knees and dragged her open mouth up the ridge of his arousal. A harsh groan from Oliver shot her full of blistering heat. The urge to satisfy him hadn’t gone away. It probably never would.

Starving for the sight of him, she grappled with his belt buckle, sliding the leather through his pants loops and lowering his zipper. She reached her hand inside the opening and drew him out, stomach muscles seizing, nipples hardening at the magnificence of him. Smooth, thick and crying out for her mouth. Pleasure he needed her to provide.

“Jesus Christ. I could come just from the way you’re looking at it.” She wrapped her hand around his base and lapped at the tip, drawing an agonized growl from his mouth. “Eliza, it’s not going to take much to get me off, babe, but I want to feel the back of your throat first.”

“Yes, Oliver,” she whispered as some chemical released in her brain, heightening her senses and painting everything around her in a filtered haze. This is where she belonged. If only for a short while, she belonged to this man. She alone saw to his needs. “Anything you want.”

She licked the underside of his straining erection. One long lick. Then she lowered her mouth onto him, right to the point she felt her eyes tearing up. His fingers tangled in her hair and his thighs started to shake on either side of her ears. “Show me how good it tastes. Let me give you another inch.”

With a deep breath through her nose, she relaxed her throat and felt him glide deeper. Instinctively, she swallowed, but it only caused his hips to jerk, his fingers to flex in her hair.

“God. Do that again. Please, babe? Fuck me with your throat.”

His gravelly plea made her feel confident. Free and bound at the same time. She reveled in the power she held at that moment, his release dependent on her mouth’s movements. Continuing to breathe deeply through her nose, she contracted her throat once again and closed her eyes to savor his uneven groan. When she reached the point when she could no longer keep him so deep, she sucked him straight to the tip, gasping for air as she stroked his slippery length with her hand.

“I’m so close, Eliza. You going to let me become your new favorite flavor?”

She swirled her tongue around his head of his arousal, scraped her teeth down the side. His words from the night of the gala came back to her in a rush. The next time you call me Mr. Preston, you’ll be looking up at me from your knees before you can blink. Excitement twined through her blood as she looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. “Yes, Mr. Preston.”

Oliver’s jaw went rigid, but she felt his cock surge in her hand. He loves it. Keeping his grip on her hair, he rose to his feet until he towered over her. “I was going to go easy, but maybe that’s not how you want it.” One hand left her hair to cup her jaw. “If you don’t want your mouth ridden the same way I ride your *, say the word, now.”

Her answer was to suck him deep, taking him all the way to the back of her throat once more. It was easier this time because she knew what to expect. Knew how to resist her throat’s rejection, how to relax her gag reflex. With a sharp curse, Oliver wrapped her hair in his first and gave a series of shallow thrusts, pulling out and working himself back in, stopping when he got halfway. More. She wanted more. The texture of him, the feel of him swelling larger defied her fantasies. Above her, his harsh breathing, the way he bit off her name over and over, sent thrills of elation straight to her toes. As if an invisible wire had snapped, they both became frantic. She clawed at his hips, his taut ass and awaited every thrust of his length like it were her dying breath. Oliver’s movements grew jerky, his pumping hips pushing him deeper until he couldn’t go any further.