Chapter 28 #2
Again, she does what she’s told, and I swear I could lose it right now. I could come in my jeans when she hasn’t even touched me yet. She’s that fucking hot.
“Open wide, baby,” I coo. “I think you’re ready to take me a little deeper, aren’t you?”
She answers by opening her mouth, exposing more of her tongue and throat, and I slide the lollipop against it before bringing it in and out multiple times.
Moving my hand from her chin to her hair, I give it a little tug.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well, following directions,” I practically grit out. “But I’d want my cock to be wetter, so can you spit on it?”
She hesitates for a moment before she spits down onto the candy.
“Yeah, just like that,” I murmur. “I need you to open wide again because now that it’s nice and wet, it can fuck your throat easier.”
Now, there’s no hesitation, and when her mouth opens, I drag the candy against her tongue, pushing it deeper and deeper before dragging it back out. Over and over and deeper and deeper until finally, she gags for me.
The gag alone has my cock jumping.
“Fuck, I could watch that all day,” I growl, dragging the candy against her sticky, soaked lips “Can’t wait for it to be my dick you’re choking on though.
” I pull her hair tighter in my hand. “You think you’re ready for that, Harland?
You ready to suck my dick now that you know exactly how I like it? ”
“Mmhmm,” she moans, trying to nod, but I keep her hair held firmly so that she can’t.
“Good,” I say, my voice low and deep. “Now take my cock out.”
With shaky hands, she sits upward a bit and unclasps my belt before unbuttoning my jeans. When it comes time for my zipper, her eyes are on mine as she tugs it down. I lift my hips slightly while she pulls them and my briefs to the floor. With my cock standing tall in front of her, her eyes widen.
“I promise, you’ll do perfect.” I assure her, barely able to think straight because I’d say most of my blood is in my cock right now. “Just like I taught you, baby. Show me everything you learned.”
With her body trembling and her eyes wide with apprehension, she positions herself right between my legs and sticks her tongue out to taste me.
“Don’t forget, eyes on me, Harland,” I say, tangling my hand into her hair again, not yanking too hard. “Always keep them on me.”
She tastes me a bit longer, and when a bit of pre-cum spills out, she surprises me when she licks it up, swirling her tongue around before her lips suction to the tip of my cock.
Everything she did to the lollipop, she’s doing to me. Only now, she’s less unsure, getting more confident. I swear to God, I must hiss loud enough to be heard in the hallway when she pulls back and spits on me, eyes never leaving mine.
Her pouty, sticky, wet lips open wide, and she begins to move her mouth up and down my cock. Her body rocks back and forth, and each time, my dick slides a little deeper into her throat.
“Fuck, baby.” I whimper when I hit the back of her throat and feel the sensation of her gagging against me. “You keep sucking my dick like that, and you’re going to have a mouthful of cum to swallow down.”
I think I expect that to scare her because, up until last night, she was a virgin. This is the first time she’s ever sucked dick, even though she’s doing it like a fucking pro. Instead of pulling away, she continues to take me deeper. The gagging stops, and her rocking grows faster.
“Fuuuck,” I hiss, my grip on her hair tightening.
I want to keep my eyes on hers, but I’m forced to squeeze mine shut because the second my balls begin to tingle, my vision begins to blacken around the edges of my sight.
When I crack an eye open, I see her head moving up and down against my lap, and I’m a fucking goner. I blow my load down her throat, and even though I’m trying to be gentle, I can’t stop my hand from gripping her hair tightly and holding her there.
Though she squirms a little, she quickly adjusts, and I feel the sensation of her throat working to swallow every drop. And once my cock stops pulsing and she begins to pull back, I don’t let her.
“Now lick me clean, Harland,” I rasp, my mind absolutely shredded from what she just did for me.
Her tongue works up and down my cock before swirling around the tip, and I swallow roughly.
“Good fucking girl,” I barely choke out, my body trembling.
“You get an A for giving me the best head I’ve ever gotten. ”
Once she stands, I fall back onto the bed to gather myself. But only for a minute or two. Because as good as she just did? She deserves a fucking reward.
I just hope she likes to be rewarded with my tongue between her thighs.
HARLEY
Cane gently pushes me onto my back on the bed before he pulls my leggings down, and when he notices I’m not wearing panties, his eyes darken. “What, Catch? Was this your plan all along? To get me alone in this hotel room so that I’d end up between your legs?”
The truth is, I ran out of clean underwear and hadn’t been keeping up much on my laundry until the past few days. So, I decided I’d just skip them altogether. But this moment is sexy, and I’m not going to ruin it with that story.
“Yes,” I lie, knowing damn well I didn’t foresee any of this happening.
I told myself over and over that once we got back to NEU, I’d put him in the friend zone. And not the kind with benefits either. But then our flight was delayed, and we were stuck in Chicago. I guess I figured, What’s it going to hurt to enjoy everything he’s teaching me a little longer?
So, here I am, lying naked on this bed, while Cane Hale positions himself between my legs and looks up at me.
“Last night, I barely tasted you,” he says, eyes hooded. “But now? Now I’m going to fucking devour you, Harland. I’m going to devour you until you’re coming all over my tongue. Is that okay?”
I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly nervous. It’s much lighter in here right now, and I’m so exposed. The thought always returns, the one that reminds me how many women he’s likely been with who have bigger breasts than mine or who are more flawless than I am.
“Can we—” I stop, chewing my lip. “Turn off the lights maybe? At least a few?”
“Fuck no,” he says instantly, without even pondering it. “A reason my dick is so hard is when I look at you, seeing how fucking gorgeous you are.” He clutches my thighs, parting my legs. “Don’t try to hide yourself from me, Harland.”
The shyness is still there, but I try to relax and let my legs stay apart, even though I’m tense. He knows I’m struggling too. And what he says next somehow makes me feel better, perhaps because it makes me ache for him even more and tingle in all the right places.
“You sucked my dick so well, baby. It felt so fucking good, and now I want to repay you, okay?”
My nipples harden from his dirty words, and I drag in a breath.
“So, I’m going to bury my face between your thighs and lick your pussy until you’re comfortable. And then I’m going to flip onto my back, and you’re going to climb on my face and ride it until you’re coming on my tongue.”
That I don’t even know what he’s talking about is the sad thing, but whatever it is … I want in. I’m not shy anymore, just eager. And before I can overthink it or think about it at all, I tangle my hands into his hair and pull his mouth against my heat.
His tongue sweeps across my aching center, teasing me just enough to make me whimper loudly before he drags it over the same spot again. His arms hook around my legs, pushing me away from his face before pulling me closer. Again and again, his tempo remains unhurried.
His tongue strokes are slow and deliberate, and honestly, I’m ready for more because I’m about to lose my mind. His eyes dart up to mine, and he watches me before flicking his tongue against my most sensitive place.
I grasp his hair tighter, and he takes the hint, pushing his tongue into my heat harder and faster. I moan, over and over, without being able to stop myself before suddenly, he pulls his head back, instantly making me pout.
“Cane,” I whimper, “don’t stop. Please …”
A sly, satisfied grin stretches across his lips just before he drops down beside me. Reaching for my side, he yanks me on top of him.
“Come on, beautiful girl,” he utters gruffly. “Climb aboard my face.”
The request gives me pause. “Cane,” I protest lightly, “I’m not like … I’m not exactly light. I mean, my legs are the size of most men’s. I could suffocate you with my thighs without even meaning to.”
“Catch, crack my neck like a fucking walnut—I don’t care. On my grave, just put, Here lies a man who got to die with his tongue in Harland Meadows’s pussy. Therefore, he’s already in heaven.”
Part of me wants to hesitate, but an even bigger part is so eager to chase down the same feeling he gave me last night—only without the pain this time—that within seconds, I’m climbing over him until my heat hovers over his mouth.
“Rub that tight, gorgeous pussy all over my lips, Harland,” he growls, gripping my legs.
Lowering myself the rest of the way down, I settle against him, using his face as a literal chair. His tongue pushes inside me, licking back and forth, and I lurch forward slightly, caught off guard by how much more intense it feels from this angle.
“Ride, baby,” he grumbles. “Grip the headboard and ride my fucking face.”
Almost like I’ve done this before in another life, my hand slaps against the headboard, and I thrust myself back and forth, forcing his tongue deeper inside.
The sensation of his tongue, mixed with the friction of grinding myself against his lips, is nearly too much, but I can’t stop myself from chasing something I’m afraid I’ll now need every time I’m around him.
The thought that I may be hurting him briefly crosses my mind, but not long enough for me to stop myself, and I toss my head up toward the ceiling, sending my hair down my back, where he grabs hold of the bottom of it.
A feeling that was foreign until last night begins to tingle inside me from deep within. It hits my body like a wave, crashing over each and every cell until my hips are bucking fiercely and roughly.
“Cane,” I cry out, gripping his skin and sinking my nails in as my orgasm hits, melting my entire being. “Oh … my … God,” I growl, not even recognizing my own voice as my eyes squeeze shut. “Cane …”
At this point, he’s not even doing much work because my body has taken over, and I roll my hips forward. My toes stay curled for a few more seconds, and I let out one more long, soft moan before finally, my eyes flutter open, and I drag in a shaky, squeaky breath.
Once I’ve gathered myself enough, I crawl off Cane’s face to find him grinning at me. Grinning so hard that his dimple pops out.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he drawls. “Absolutely demolishing me, Catch.”
“Why?” I breathe out, still shaky as I crawl beside him.
He flips onto his side, looking at me. “Because how the hell am I supposed to never want to do that again?” he says, his eyebrows pulling together. “You just came on my tongue, and I’m already starving for more.”
I look at him, not knowing what to say before I press my body against his, nuzzling my face against his chest.
I’m already starving for more of him too. Another taste. Another orgasm. Another teaching moment. Any of it. All of it. I want more.
But that wasn’t the deal, and it never will be either.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, sighing. “But we need to figure it out.”