Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(31)

“No, no, it’s perfect. I’m a big guy. I know. You don’t have to go all the way down. It’s the top part that matters the most anyway. Just please don’t stop.”

“Okay…um… Can you not touch my hair?”

He paused for a second. “Sure. I’m sorry.”

Heart pulsing in my temples, I took a deep breath and wet my lips before I resumed what I started. My first blowjob to give. I felt like such a slut, a dirty teacher blowing her student, and I fucking loved it.

Why did a lot of women not like to give oral pleasure to men? While tricky, I found sucking cock extremely erotic, powerful, too. The man was completely at a woman’s mercy. She could give him pleasure or deny it. She could bestow him with the release he yearned after or inflict severe pain. Either way, he had to take whatever she’d give. It took a substantial amount of trust and love…or stupidity for a man to let a woman near his vulnerability.

Ty wasn’t stupid.

He did love me. His nightly confessions when he thought I was sleeping along with this act of intimacy confirmed it. The revelation excited me. My head bobbed while I salivated around his erection with more enthusiasm.

“F-uck,” he groaned, his arms moving aimlessly on either side of me, as if he was in need of touching me while he was on the verge of breaking but couldn’t. “Jesus,” he breathed. Then, as hot, salty liquid flooded my throat, his successive groans filled the darkness. “Fuck, Jo. I fucking love you.”

Quivering, I straightened my back, pressed my lips and just sat there. What was the proper etiquette after giving head?

“It’s okay. You can go and spit,” he said, still panting.

“Should I? Because I’ve already swallowed it.”

“You swallowed my cum?” he whispered in disbelief.

“Yes. Is that wrong?”

“Wrong? It’s one of the hottest things a woman does for her man.” In a heartbeat, his lips were mashing mine. Dazed by the taste of his cum and his lips, I kissed him back. I succumbed to everything Tirone Wisely was and kissed him with all the passion and lust I’d been smothering for weeks.

As we both gasped for breath, I realized I was touching him, too. My hands were feeling his chest. His pectorals were toned under his t-shirt, as if made of marble, his heart banging hard.

“I can’t not touch you, Jo. I just can’t. Not after what you gave me. Not after this kiss.” His hands didn’t wait for permission or approval. He was squeezing my breasts as his kisses down my throat had me shuddering. Then his fingers were inside my panties.

“No,” I gasped.

“Let me return the favor. I’m begging you.”

“No. No, I don’t want anything. I can’t want anything from you.” That was the last shred of sanity speaking.

“You can’t want anything from anyone but me, Jo. I’m yours. Fully yours, just like you’re mine. Stop resisting it, baby, because there’s no running away from it. I won’t let you.” He dipped his fingertips and hissed. “Holy fuck, you’re soaking wet, Jo. You need me. You need this.”

I did. I was in agony. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

“What? Fuck. No. Look, the idea of you masturbating in front of me is a new level of sexiness, but no. You’re mine. I own your orgasms from now on, Miss Meneceo. They’re exclusive to me.”

“You’re not seeing me sleeping with someone else, are you?”

“No, because that will mean I’ll murder them, but that’s not what I meant. Your orgasms are mine. That means no battery-operated devices or your hand, not even your fucking dreams can make you come. Only I.” He slipped in so easily and fluttered his fingers inside me. It felt so good I couldn’t speak. “Starting now.”

He found my clit without effort. Why did they always say men had a hard time looking for it? Were they lying or was he that experienced? My bet was on the latter.

His hand fumbled with the buttons of my pajama top while the other hand took care of my arousal, both our breaths rapid. He moved his hand to my back and unhooked my bra. An awful awareness of being naked in front of him took over me.

“Ty, don’t. I want to keep my clothes on.”

An onslaught of wet kisses on my neck and chest dazed me. “Why, baby? You can’t be shy of me anymore.”

“I just…please just…”

He coated his thumb with my wetness and circled my clit with it. “I want to feel your beautiful body naked under my touch.”

“But…I… Jesus, I can’t even speak.”

Without losing the perfect pace inside me, he felt my chest up and cupped my left breast. Then he fondled it, playing with my nipple. “You’re so beautiful. Please, let me see you. Why are you torturing me like that?”

“Can we just stop?”

“No. I know what this is all about, but I won’t let you do this. Won’t let you feel this way. Everything about us is right, Jo. You deserve this pleasure. All you have to do is let me give it to you.”

In this moment, I was beyond right or wrong. I needed him and the pleasure he was about to erupt inside me. That wasn’t why I wanted him to stop. I was too nervous. I’d never been naked with anyone, never been touched, let alone fingered. Oh my God, he’s fingering me. “Stop it please. I haven’t done this before.”