Meet Me Halfway(87)

Closing the distance, he kissed me, and it was gentle and thorough. He molded himself to me until I could taste, not just myself on his tongue, but his soul.

He only removed his mouth long enough to drag my top up over my head, then he was back on me. His hands were moving up and down my back, pulling me in and pressing my stomach against the hard bulge fighting against his sweats.

Diving under his shirt, I ran my fingers up his torso, feeling every ripple of muscle as I made my way up to his chest. I raised his shirt high enough to catch a glimpse of his nipples, waiting for him to lift his arms and allow me to remove it all the way.

But he didn’t budge, the control freak apparently taking his claim seriously.

I pouted. “I want to feel you.”

When he still didn’t move, I pressed an open kiss to the divot between his pecs, darting my tongue out to taste his skin. He shuddered, his hands lowering to my bare ass.

I refused to be the only one naked. Continuing to kiss his skin, I worked my way across the muscle until I reached my goal. Digging my nails into his sides, I twirled my tongue around his nipple before pulling it sharply into my mouth.

He lost it. Reaching an arm back, he yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. I raked my greedy eyes over his skin, trying and failing, to fight back my smile.

“Keep giving me that shit-eating grin, and you’ll be eating something else in a minute.”

My core turned molten, wetness pooling between my thighs, begging for what he could give me. I pressed them together, not to hide this time, but to provide me with any form of friction.

“Promise?”

His hands came around to squeeze my ass, and he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing me fiercely as he carried me to the bed. I thought he’d lay me down and crawl over me, but he didn’t. Instead, he tossed me on the mattress like a bag of flour, and a startled laugh burst out of me.

His smirk disappeared, and he stared down like he’d just seen a glimpse of heaven. “That fucking sound.”

His fingers moved to his waistband, and I watched hungrily as he shoved both his sweats and boxers down his legs.

My eyes were riveted to his hard length, watching it rise to attention as his clothing dropped to the floor. He was huge. Granted, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience to compare him to, but even I knew he was a fucking magnificent specimen.

A bead of liquid appeared at his tip, and I instinctively licked my lips, wondering if this was how he’d always make me feel. Because seeing him stand there at the foot of his bed, gloriously naked, I couldn’t imagine a day when I wouldn’t want him.

I moved up onto my knees, crawling toward him until I was an inch away. I sat back on my heels, staring up at him under hooded eyes and wrapped my hand around his base.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he groaned deep in his chest, rocking his hips and slowly fucking my fist. “Tighten your—yeah, just like that, baby, damn that feels good.”

“I promise my mouth will feel even better,” I said, swallowing back my nerves. I’d never been one to talk dirty in the bedroom, and I’d definitely never wanted to give a blowjob before. But the way Garrett touched me and looked at me made me feel sexy and alive.

I wanted this man in my mouth, wanted to make him see golden gates and hear trumpets. Honestly, he could thrust deep enough to gag me, and I’m pretty sure I’d thank him.

His eyes snapped open, and his mouth parted. I shifted back, bending my head down, but he stopped me with a firm hold on my jaw.

“I told you, you’re not in charge in this room, Maddie. You want my cock buried in your throat, you’re going to do it my way.”

I sucked on my teeth, narrowing my eyes at him and squeezing his shaft. With all the mock sweetness I could muster, I purred, “Yes, sir.”

One second, I was kneeling on the bed, hand wrapped around him, and the next I was on my back. Gripping my legs with both hands, he spun me until my feet were in the center of the bed and my neck rested over the edge, my head tipped upside down.

Positioned as I was, his heavy length hovered right above my nose, and I found myself second-guessing my brazen behavior. I didn’t have a sensitive gag reflex, but I’d also never tried to take on Garrett Rowe’s monster dick before.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll cum all over your face before I’ve even passed your lips.”

“Now wouldn’t that be a shame.” I grinned up at him, or at least I tried to. I couldn’t see anything else with his cock in my face.

“Open your mouth.”

I thought about demanding he say ‘please’, but I wanted it just as badly as he did. I opened wide, wrapping my arms around him and gifting myself with two handfuls of his rounded ass.

He pushed into my mouth, inch by glorious inch. Sealing my lips around him, I teased him with the tip of my tongue as he slowly eased in and out. His groans mixed with his salty, musky taste like a damn aphrodisiac.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.”

By the tremor in his legs, I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back, but he maintained his steady movements, and that just wouldn’t do. I swirled my tongue around his tip, sucking hard, and he jutted forward, picking up speed.

Lying with my head resting on the edge of the bed, I was completely at his disposal as he fucked my mouth in earnest. I couldn’t pull back or control the speed, I could only open my throat and enjoy the ride.