Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(30)

A gasping moan escaped me as I throbbed at the decadent scenarios. My eyes wouldn’t budge away from the silhouette of his hardness. God, he was big.

“I need you, Miss Meneceo. I’m in pain, and only you can make it better,” he whispered a groan.

Oh my God. I was in a lot of pain, too. My teeth speared my lip, and I gulped another moan. Why was this so hot? Why did I want to do exactly what he was scandalously asking me for? Why was I too weak to drag myself away from it?

“Touch me, Jo. You don’t want me to touch you, but you can touch me. Please. I’ve been dreaming about it, your hand on me. Do you not want to feel me?”

I did. God, I did want to feel him so much. He was incredibly sexy and virile. Not to mention his correct use of grammar that was even sexier.

“Do you not want to know how hard I am when I’m thinking about you? How hard I can be for you, only you, Jo?”

As if his words were magic, my hand moved under the spell, and my fingers wrapped around his fist.

His loud groan sent a shiver down my spine. He slid his hand up and guided mine around his shaft. He hissed at the direct touch, and I shuddered with zaps of electricity all over me. This was my first time, and I just froze there, lost in the moment. He felt incredible in my hand, rock hard, long and thick. Slowly, I traced the outline of the sinews I felt running underneath the velvet skin. He trembled. Did that mean he liked it? Should I ask?

“You’re such a tease, Miss Meneceo. Have you not tortured me enough?”

“You…you don’t like it?”

“I fucking love it. Anything you’d do to me is incredibly hot.”

I swallowed, my fingers wrapping around him firmly to stop my shaking.

He groaned. “Easy, baby. I’m so engorged, and you’re practically squeezing it out of me.”

“I’m sorry.” I was too nervous, too virgin to know what I was doing. “How about you show me?” Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have inferred how inexperienced I was. “I mean, guide my hand to the pace and firmness you’re accustomed to.”

He pulsed in my fist. Did he like that I was asking? With a hiss, he covered my fist with his. “That’s the difference between being with a girl and a real woman.” He moved my hand up his shaft until the rim of the crown and down to the base, multiple times, until I figured out the rhythm he liked. My seventeen-year-old student was far more experienced than I was, and yet he had some expectations from me. Ones I probably could never meet. “I envy all the assholes that beat me to you. I wish I’d been your first. I wish you’d been my first.”

I wish he’d be my first, too. Sweet baby Jesus. What was wrong with me? I knew Tirone thought I’d agreed on us having sex when he was eighteen, but I was just humoring him until I persuaded him out of it. Look at me now. I was fantasizing about our taboo relationship, wanting him to be the first man inside me. I didn’t even wait for him to become legal and was giving him a handjob for fuck’s sake, and I loved it so much I was soaking my panties.

“God, can I turn on the lights?” he asked, his sexy groans hardening my nipples. “I want to see you, baby, when your hand is around me. I want to see your face.”

“No!” I panicked, even though I wanted to see him, too. My contacts weren’t on. “No lights.”

“Okay,” he whispered, disappointed. “Can you bring the tissue box next to me? I don’t wanna make a mess.”

“How about I…” Blood heated my face and neck. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I’d never said it before. Or anything else in that matter. It was embarrassing.

“Jesus, baby, are you offering to blow me and let me come in your mouth?”

Having his massive cock in my mouth felt like a surreal experience. I didn’t even know if I could do it, but every part of me would love to try. He felt amazing in my hand. I bet he’d feel magnificent in my mouth. “Yes.”

“Oh, Jo. You’re torturing me with this darkness. Your beautiful lips around my cock is a dream coming true. Please let me see it.”

“If you turn on the lights, I’ll stop everything.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. I didn’t know you were that shy.”

I wasn’t that shy. I was just a virgin hiding from the mob that wanted to kill her. “Do I…just suck or…spit on it first?”

He swore under his breath, pulsing again against my strokes. “You’re killing me with the things you say, Miss Meneceo. I might as well just come before your mouth comes anywhere near my cock.”

I didn’t mean to dirty talk. It was a genuine question. Now, what would I do? By the looks of it, he seemed he’d enjoy either, so I followed my gut. I gathered some saliva, lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock, and then I spat. Without taking my hand off, I swirled the wetness with my tongue around the rim of the crown, and then I sucked it.

He sucked in a sharp hiss that encouraged me to go further. I lowered my fist to the base of his cock and pushed my lips down around his length as far as I could. I didn’t seem to take much of it before it hit the back of my throat. His fingers dipped in the back of my wig. Startled, I pulled my head up and away from him. “I’m sorry. I…I don’t know how…”