CHAPTER 9
Zara
I ran my hands down his cock, and his foreskin peeled back from the head. I licked my lips as it was bared to me, and Rudgar groaned, his hips shifting under me.
“Gul-ar, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to—” he started, a rumble of sound leaving his chest as I cut him off, swiping my tongue over the silky head. I moaned low in my throat at the taste of him.
Damn it. Now I’m addicted. Get it? Ad-dick-ted. Stop it, Zara!
I ran my hands up and down his cock, pumping him as I sucked on that luscious head, my eyes rolling back in my head at his taste. He hissed as I swirled my tongue before dipping my head to swipe my tongue up the side of his cock.
His hands moved to grip my hair and I felt his thighs go tense as I swallowed the head of his cock into my mouth. I didn’t make it far before I felt myself become ready to gag, but I ran my tongue down one of the thick veins that I could see pulsing along the side of his cock.
It’s okay. Pretend you didn’t almost choke to death on just the head.
I ran my cheek over the side, nuzzling against him and Rudgar’s head snapped up so he could stare at me, awe in his gaze.
Yes, focus on the sexiness. Not the gagging.
He groaned, running a trembling hand down my hair. “You’ve barely touched me and I’m already so close,” he whispered, his voice so guttural I felt pride fill my chest.
I did that. I made him feel that.
“And I haven’t even started yet,” I teased, praying that I could keep that promise and that I didn’t need to do much more to get him there, because I hadn’t given that many blowjobs in my life and I was not an expert by any means.
The difference was, I was enamored with his cock. It was perfect—if a little big—and I wanted to worship it the way it deserved. The way he deserved, after that spectacular display that he’d given me with his tongue.
I licked my palms, using them to pump his shaft while I sucked on the head, trying to take as much of it as I could. His grip on my hair tightened and I felt his hips lift. I let him move, gauging that I had enough room to pull away in case he got a little too enthusiastic.
I had no doubt that he would stop if I needed to, but I shifted to give the underside of his swollen head a little suck just in case. He gasped, his fingers tightening as I swirled my tongue there.
“Shit, shit,” he gasped, trying to pull away, but I kept going, eager to drive him over the edge the way he had with me. “Wait, Gul-ar. I’m going to—” My jaw was aching—having never tested its strength on something of this size before—but with one more firm pump of my hands and a dip of my tongue into the slit of his cock, his hips bucked and he came, thick spurts jetting into my mouth.
I swallowed hard, struggling to contain the sheer quantity of his cum, but it was impossible. Some slipped down the side of his throbbing cock, and his bellow was loud and obnoxious. Just like mine. I loved it. I hoped I could get him to make that noise again.
The next time he’ll be inside me.
I swirled my tongue around his cock, lapping at the cum that had leaked, his fingers shaking as they clenched and released in my hair.
“Dear Gods,” he whispered to the ceiling. “I think I died.”
I chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the glistening head.
“Good,” I purred, kissing my way up his body. He tugged me until I was straddling him, his gaze focused on my lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it?” he laughed, running his huge palms down my side. “I flew to heaven. Your mouth is a lethal weapon.”
My smile was so wide I was almost certain all my teeth were showing as I preened at the compliment. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I pressed my lips against his with a happy sigh.
The kiss was different than any we’d had before. This one was deeper—sweeter. It was as if he was pouring emotions into it. He took my mouth with both ferocity and tenderness.
I can get addicted to this.
It was too much. I was too shattered.
“S-Stop,” I gasped, sitting up and pulling away from him, tears springing to my eyes. I stared at him—with his worried expression and eyes that searched my body to check if he’d done something wrong.
But he hadn’t. He’d done everything right. Too right. He couldn’t be sweet, kind, and a sexual dynamo. It was too much.
“How dare you,” I gasped and he pulled his head back as if I’d slapped him.
“I’m sorry—” he started, but I waved him off.
“You’re supposed to tell a witch if you give the best head this side of the world,” I accused, shaking my head and then my finger at him. “You can’t just show her . That’s got to be criminal negligence or something.” I gathered my clothes toward myself, but he was relaxing now, that charming grin crossing his face.
Damn you for being so handsome and perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted in a male.
“You scared me,” he purred, making that noise in his chest that loosened my limbs like nothing else could. He gave me a gentle nudge, making me fall back into the pillowy softness of his bed.
He held himself over me as I blinked up at him, tracing a finger down his cheek.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whispered, and his brow furrowed, his expression the most serious I’d ever seen it as he gave me a single nod. Sleep tugged at me and I sighed as I felt this perfect male curling himself around me.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my hair.
With a happy sigh, I drifted into oblivion, wishing we could always be this way.