Chapter 19
nineteen
CLAIRE
‘That’s it,’ Owen groaned, voice a tortured command. He steadied his hand at the back of my head. Not forcing, but directing my lips. As much as I’d always loved to be in charge, there was something delicious about letting Owen lead me, showing me what he liked.
God, his forearms. Veins like roadmaps and tendons flexing every time his fingers tightened in my hair, which was delightfully often. A feral hunger filled his face as I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue, delighting in the way it made him shudder.
But I grew greedy. As much as I enjoyed teasing him, I wanted to make him lose control. To see him finally lower those walls and let me climb into his gooey centre. I leant forward and slid as far as I could over his length, moaning as he filled my mouth.
‘Claire,’ he murmured, an edge to his throaty words. ‘Eyes on me.’
I looked up and nearly exploded. But the damn knot against my clit was enough to torment, but not to finish.
No matter how I arched my hips, it only made me more desperate.
Owen tried so hard to stay restrained for me, even as his control loosened at the edges.
He fit inside my mouth perfectly, a spectacular stretch of my lips, and his weight on my tongue.
I wanted more. I wanted him to lose that perfect control and take my mouth.
I loved how every approval in his voice made my whole body light up.
‘Give me everything,’ I moaned, pulling off of his cock, a string of saliva still connecting us. ‘Stop holding back.’
‘Bossy.’ He used my own jibe against me before pressing his thumb against my tongue, sliding it further in until I gagged. ‘You want this, pretty girl?’
‘Yes,’ I said through a splutter. ‘I want all of you.’
His eyes widened a fraction, and he withdrew his thumb, grazing it over my jaw.
‘You’re remarkable.’ I couldn’t help but press my face against his hand, which moved the knot and sent another wave of pleasure rolling through me.
Then he unleashed his pent-up desire with a heat that floored me. He filled my mouth with a harried stroke, pressing back until he stole my breath.
‘Just like that,’ he said thickly, jaw ticking. ‘Yes. Yes—’
I moaned around his thickness, loving the way it made him shiver.
His tightened in my hair, steadying me.
‘I’m going to fill your pretty throat, darling.’ He sounded ruined and sweet all at once.
I sucked him harder, sloppy sounds emanating from me with each stroke of his hips.
‘Fuck,’ he moaned, sending more daggers of need shooting through me. His body stilled, his muscles tensing as he let out a strangled cry.
Hot cum shot into my throat, making me cough, yet he held me there until he finished. It only serves to fan my desire further. By the time he pulled back to let me breathe, I was a wet, desperate mess.
He wasted no time, scooping me up and lowering me onto the rug.
My arms remained pinned behind my back, my breasts all pink and raised with the rope framing them.
The rope dug between my legs, rubbing as I wriggled on the floor.
Despite being post orgasm, Owen lay down and shouldered my thighs apart.
I cried out as his mouth found me with the kind of passion that made me forget my own name.
The knot stole my breath with each tiny movement.
He worked around the rope greedily, his tongue sliding around the sides and stealing my breath.
‘Holy crap,’ I moaned, my thighs tightening around his head. ‘That tongue of yours…’
‘Soak the rope for me, city girl.’
Like I had a choice not to.
Threads of pleasure ripped through me when Owen pushed his fingers in past the rope. Between his tongue and that knot, I lost all control.
I came hard, squirming on the ground as the edges of the world fuzzed around me. My thighs strangled his handsome face.
He untied me slowly, both of us loose and tired. Each knot eased, each line unthreaded with care. Pins and needles fizzed into my fingers until he rubbed the feeling back into them.
Before I knew it, we tumbled into bed, wrapped up in a happy cocoon of heat, our skin slipping against one another.
‘Thank you,’ I murmured against his chest. ‘For letting me in.’
‘I should be thanking you. That mouth of yours… fuck me.’
A secret thread of pride tickled along my spine.
‘I’ve got a question for you,’ he murmured against my temple as sleep itched behind my eyes. His fingers massaged over my back, occasionally tugging the hair at the back of my head until it sent sparks down my spine. ‘Will you come to the family dinner this week?’
‘You want me to come to your family dinner?’
‘I do. You’ve met Dad, Jeff and Isla, and they all think you’re great. Why not meet mum too and have the whole Harris family enthralled?’
‘What if she doesn’t like me?’ I asked, nerves churning in my stomach.
‘Impossible. You’re amazing.’
My cheeks heated.
We lay for a while, drifting in and out of sleep, in our own little cocoon.
‘I like pleasing you.’ I yawned, turning over as Owen gathered me against his chest.
His mouth curved against my hair. ‘I noticed.’
‘Can’t believe I sucked so good, I get to meet your Mum. Wow.’
‘Come here, you little brat.’ He laughed, kissing my neck until I giggled.