Chapter 3 #2
Feeling encouraged, I look up into his eyes while giving his cock little licks with the tip of my tongue.
“No, I want you to fuck my mouth, just let me tap out if I need to. But use me at the pace your dick likes. It’s so fucking hot by the way.
” I clench my ass just imagining it inside me. It’s big, but not too big for me.
When Damen chuckles, his voice sounds like knives smothered in syrup. “You want me to fuck your mouth? To take control and use you until I’m done?” he asks, using my exact words, and be still my beating heart, I’m melting.
This should be terrifying—I’m trapped with a killer—but if danger did not have an arousing effect on me, would I have ever dated people like Happy in the first place?
The dirty talk has me by the balls already.
I nod, then swallow before taking half of his cock in my mouth this time.
I’m glad my pants aren’t too tight, because damn is my dick stiff and interested.
I slide my hands to his sides and suck, trapped in my personal heaven, high in the sky.
Damen smells so good, and the taste of his pre-cum is better than any drink they could serve me here.
“Then we should play a no-hands version of this game,” he says and grabs one of my wrists before guiding it to my nape.
The electric charge passing through me makes me spread my knees and move my hips in an effort to rub my cock against the fabric of my pants, but I obey and entwine my fingers at the back of my head.
“That’s it. Yes, I think we will have a lot of fun together,” Damen says as I rub his shaft with my tongue.
Fuck it. I’m gonna enjoy this. He promised me a ring I can keep too. He’s fucking hot, and isn’t violent toward me. I can forget what I saw and focus on the bigger picture. The one in front of me.
I bob my head, testing my gag reflex when his cockhead hits my throat, but I can’t wait for him to move his hips, to fuck me.
I miss touching him, but the way he commanded me to hold back is such a turn-on too.
For as long as this fuck lasts, I’ll exist solely to serve him.
I hope he comes in my mouth so I get to swallow everything.
I’m about to pull up when his hand turns to steel at the back of my head, keeping me with his shaft buried inside my mouth hole.
“That’s it…” he murmurs in that smooth voice. “That’s my good little husband, letting me play how I like to.”
Good. Little. Husband?
That should not have made me moan, but here we are.
I’m losing it over something I had no idea would turn me on.
I always liked it when my boyfriends were possessive to an unhealthy degree, but none of them had suggested putting a ring on me.
If Damen really proposed, would I just overlook the murder stuff and suck his cock every day before breakfast?
“You can take it for me, can’t you? Go on, a little more.”
I whimper as Damen pushes my head lower, but it doesn’t become too much to handle, even when his cockhead pushes down my throat. I’m so focused on his pleasure that I don’t even try to free my hands so I can jerk off.
Even though I want to. Badly.
I’m in bottom heaven and feel every inch making its way inside me as I focus on relaxing so he can have exactly what he needs. When my nose sinks into the musky pubes, cut close to his skin, I utter a soft groan.
How could I not love being on my knees for a man who saved me from a brutal assault, and who is currently taking me away in a private jet?
Saliva dribbles down my chin by the time Damen pulls my head back up. I’m lightheaded, unable to breathe freely, but then he forces my head back and kisses my cocksucking lips.
I keep my hands in place despite wishing to wrap my arms around his neck. I might be a rebel in my everyday life, but when a man truly knows what he wants, all I want to do is obey.
We’ve kissed before, but this is different. It’s real. Raw. I’ve seen him do something atrocious, and it gave me a glimpse into who he really is. When his tongue toys with mine, his wet cockhead brushing my chest, I know I’ve never been kissed like this.
It’s as though we’re making a pact without words.
And the way he smells? Jesus fucking Christ. It must be the scent of his arousal mixing with the deep, elegant cologne, because it’s becoming my aphrodisiac. It makes me want to pull away from his soft, hot mouth just so I can suck his cock again.
I whine when he nips my lips, then breathes on them as he speaks. “Relax.”
And I do. My body does it at his command, so by the time he guides me back to his cock and shoves it in me, I can take him deep right away.
“That’s it, husband, satisfy me.”
I put all my effort into sucking as he rocks his hips and keeps my head in place.
I want to come so badly, yet I still focus on him instead.
On the way his cock throbs or twitches. I’m trying to work out what he likes, and what causes him to make those ridiculously hot grunts.
I look up at his flushed face, his hair a bit out of place now.
I’m on the verge of orgasm. He’s a wet dream come true.
I’ve got his cock in my mouth, and soon I’ll taste his cum.
“You look so hot down there, all ready to take my load,” Damen says, moving my head up and down. I let him use me for his pleasure, my cock rock-hard and pulsing each time I imagine how we must look together, locked in this obscene embrace.
I am his low-end escort, but he still finds me so fuckable he can’t help himself.
I whimper and nod as much as he allows me, just so he knows he hasn’t pushed any of my boundaries. At least sexually, because I thought dating a murderer was a hard limit, yet here we are.
Every thrust he makes sends a shiver down my spine, and all the way to my balls.
He’s close. I can feel it in every fervent thrust, every stir of the firm legs on either side of me.
The word ‘husband’, rasped in his low, masculine voice, keeps ringing through my head as he plows my mouth, ever closer to nourishing me with his hot spunk.
My body feels lax, ready for anything he can offer, because the rush of cum down my throat will seal the deal more securely than any ring could.
And then I feel it. He squeezes the hands submissively resting on my nape, and his salty essence hits my palate, then coats my mouth with its intoxicating taste as I gobble it all up like a starved animal.
He produces the hottest fucking grunt ever and continues sawing between my lips, until I manage to suck in all of the spunk that ended up drizzling down his shaft.
Only then does he finally let go of my head and relaxes into the seat.
Without him holding me in place, I roll back to sit on my heels and open my eyes, blinking away tears.
I’m about to feast my eyes on my new hot lover when a face flashes on the edge of the curtain divider a few steps behind Damen’s back.
I stiffen in shame, realizing someone has seen me getting my tonsils poked.
And yet I’m still fucking horny.
With my eyes trained on the absolute fucking god in front of me, I unzip my pants and get my hand around my cock. I don’t give a fuck. If someone wants to spy on us, they can clean my load off the floor.
I can’t wait to see my husband naked, but for now I settle on shifting my eyes from his sated expression and plump, parted lips, to his shamelessly exposed cock.
That’s enough to serve as my private porn and I come with a moan I can’t stifle despite biting my lips.
I’m all too aware that we’re not alone now, but I’m too horny to care.
A whistle, and when I open my eyes, Damen is watching me with a sated smile. “I liked your performance,” he tells me and claps. It’s borderline humiliating, but despite having come seconds ago, arousal squeezes my balls.
My face is on fire as I tuck my cock back in.
He’s going to see it sooner or later during this holiday charade, but I’m feeling shy all of a sudden.
I’m still catching my breath when I get up on soft legs only to drop into the seat next to him, because I don’t actually want to be far away.
I realize I’ve sat on his book, but I can’t force myself to care.
“I mean there must be a reason we got married, right? You can tell your dad you met me at a gloryhole.”
He blinks, then laughs in a way that would have half the population lowering their pants.
He kisses my cum-stained lips, then offers me a box of tissues and adjusts his clothes.
“No. It needs to be believable. Let’s go with some romantic cliche that will speak to my parents’ heterosexual imagination. ”
“Grindr then.” I wink at him, and it makes me all fuzzy inside that he laughs.
“Okay, okay, I was working at your favorite coffee shop—which is viable by the way, because I worked in one for a few months—and had the biggest crush on you, so I always got your name wrong on the cup to get your attention…”
“One day I was looking through an artbook of William Blake’s works, and you said you want them as a tattoo design. So we spent the afternoon looking through the paintings. The rest was history,” Damen says, making a broad gesture with both hands.
I can’t help myself, I slide my fingers over his forearm, but he is not trying to keep me at a distance and brings my hand to his lips. I stare at him, enchanted as he trails kisses over its back, and finally bites into the flesh of my palm.
A reminder that he’s not the gentle soul his long eyelashes and beauty spots would have me believe.
Only then I remember. “My cat. He’s called Whiskers, and I’m not making it up to call the cops or something. You need to let me arrange a cat sitter.”
“Already taken care of, baby,” Damen says, stretching as he searches for something on his phone. Moments later, I’m facing a picture of Whiskers and the unmistakable tower of boxes stacked in the corner of my tiny studio.
Damen slides his thumb over the screen to show me a guy with a scar on his face holding my fluffy son. Traitor looks like he’s having the time of his life.
“And this is…?” I ask, dumbfounded. I don’t know if I should be flattered that he thought of everything, or terrified that he had someone break into my home.
“Oh, that’s my cousin. He’s staying in New York over the holidays so I gave him your keys. He was thrilled, since he travels too much to have pets of his own.”
I don’t bother asking what he does for a job, because I’m too afraid the answer would be ‘assassin’. But I do wonder if this means my cat is a hostage.
“Thanks,” I say in the end, because I guess it was thoughtful.
But Damen isn’t yet done with me and pulls me close, grabbing what looks like a full-sized restaurant menu. “Right, let's get some food in us before we land. We’ll need the energy for a few hours of shopping.”
It seems I have no choice but to interact with someone who saw me suck dick after all. When I see what’s on the menu, I no longer give a shit.