Chapter 8
And I lose it.
I don't want to kiss him. I want to eat him.
He flips me. Fast.
One second I'm kissing him like I'm starving, the next I'm flat on my back, staring up at him.
What the fuck. He's on top of me. His thighs on my sides.
Fuck me, he looks like every fucking thing I've ever wanted. "Rava—"
He drops his hips, grinds down. His dick presses right up against mine and I gasp.
Fuck. I grab his hips, grind up into him. I'm seriously gonna lose it. I can already feel the edge rushing in.
His forehead brushes mine. His hair falls into my face.
I reach up, push it back with both hands, holding him there. Holding his face. His mouth. And we kiss again.
Then he pulls back. Smirking.
That fucking smile is gonna be the death of me. He dips his head to my neck and bites with zero softness.
Sucks and licks and groans like he's starving for my skin.
"Fuck," I pant. My hands fist the sheets. "This is so bad, Rava."
He doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down.
"Then we don't let them find out," he mumbles against my throat. He kisses lower. My collarbone. My chest. My stomach. I can't fucking breathe properly.
He gets between my legs, grabs the waistband of my sweats and starts undoing the knot with his teeth.
"Holy shit," I whisper. "Is this real?"
He looks up, grinning. "I can't believe I'm saying this..." He licks his lips. "But if your dick isn't down my throat in the next thirty seconds, I might actually cry."
My eyes go wide. He starts to tug my pants down. He stops. He's staring. At my lower stomach. And I know what he sees.
The tattoo.
CHOKE HARDER.
Black. Bold. Just above my dick.
His jaw drops. "They weren't lying," he whispers.
"Someone said I wouldn't. So now I had to."
He smiles, and all I can do is smile too. Then he leans in.
No way. No fucking way. And he licks it. He licks the tattoo. Slowly.
His wet tongue drags across the ink. My whole body jerks.
My hand flies to his hair, grabbing.
He fucking looks up at me while doing it. Eyes locked.
Tongue flat against my skin.
Right above my dick. If someone walks in right now, that's three funerals, minimum.
I almost lose it. Right there. My brain is gone. Burnt. Wiped. He's licking my tattoo. My fucking tattoo.
Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.
I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to fuck his throat until I forget my name. I want to thank him for existing.
"Holy shit," I gasp. "You're a fucking demon."
He just smirks. My hips twitch. I'm begging and I haven't said a word.
I can feel the sweat on my chest, the way my dick is pulsing, literally aching, and all he's done is lick me.
I'm gone. I'm not a man. I'm not Gio. I'm just need.
He tugs my pants all the way down. No hesitation now. He pulls my dick out. His hand wraps around it, and fuck, I twitch in his grip, leaking at the tip.
He stares at it like it's some kind of challenge.
Then he smirks. That cocky, sideways little smile.
And he swallows. Hard. I see his throat move. I hear the breath he takes.
Shit. Right. He's never done this before. And I'm not small. And this, this is how it starts?
I feel guilt slide through the haze of lust.
Just for a second. "Rava," I say with a rough, almost shaky voice. "You don't... you don't have to do this if you don't w—"
He cuts me off.
"If you try to stop me," he says, low, "I'll bite it."
Holy fuck? I can't believe this is happening.
I don't deserve this. But I'm not about to stop it.
He sinks in.
Okay, I'm ready for nerves, hesitation, something soft, slow, sweet.
But what I get? What I fucking get?
His mouth opens like he's hungry. No stuttering. No second-guessing. Just lips around my dick like he's been training for this moment in his head forever.
"Shit—Rava," I whisper, gripping the edge of the bed.
His eyes flick up to meet mine. And he moans around me. Jesus Christ.
No one's ever done it like this.
No one's ever made me feel this close to detonating just from a fucking blowjob. And I've had my fair share of head.
But this? This is new shit.
The guy is not just sucking dick. He's baptizing it in spit and moans. His mouth is so hot, so wet and tight, like he was built to suck me off.
I can feel every inch of me surrounded by him. His tongue works the underside. What the hell is this man doing to me.
What the fuck is that tongue doing.
"You said you've never—fuck," I pant.
He pulls back just enough to breathe and smirks before swallowing me again.
He's slow with it. Then fast.
I'm getting humbled.
I'm whimpering.
Me. I'm whimpering like a damn virgin. I can't stop staring at his lips wrapped around my dick. So fucking beautiful.
Can't stop watching the way his throat tightens when he takes more. Can't believe the sounds coming out of him, little hums and gasps while he's choking on me.
"Jesus Christ, you're good at this," I pant.
He looks up at me with a full mouth. He smiles with his eyes. Then goes even deeper. I curse. Loud.
Grab the back of his head. "You were made for this," I moan. "You're so fucking good—Rava, fuck."
He moans again.
Oh fuck, the moans. He tries to hold some of them back.
Like he's shy about it. As if I don't live for them.
I feel them in my balls. That sound. That fucking desire.
He moans like a porn soundtrack. It drives me insane. If this is a crime, then so fucking be it.
I'll take every consequence.
He starts moving faster. Sloppier.
The wet sounds are obscene, and I fucking love it. His throat flutters again as he tries to take more, gagging just a little, and I groan, because it's real. Because he's pushing himself for me and I'm not even asking. My hips buck and he lets me.
"God, Rava, fuck—I'm gonna lose it."
My thighs tremble. I'm sweating. My dick is pulsing like I'm about to cum. And still he doesn't stop.
He's sucking me deeper. And I can't fucking take it. I smile, completely fucking wrecked.
Bet you never saw this coming, Charles?
Your honor student. Your golden ticket.
Choking on my dick like he was born for it.
He loves this. God, he's filthy. And he's yours.
What a fucking tragedy.
I grip his hair, tight. Not to guide him, just to hold on.
"That's it, Rava," I whisper. "Just like that." He moans around me. Again.
"Rava, I'm gonna—" My voice breaks. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
He lets me cum in his mouth.
He tries to take it all, bless his perfect fucking mouth, but some of it drips out from the corner. Most of it lands all over his hand.
The same hand that's still stroking me.
He lets it linger. Watches me as it drips from his tongue, catches it with slow, deliberate licks, smearing it, tasting it, like I'm his fucking dessert. Like he's savoring me.
Then he leans in… and licks it off me. Every drop. Every fucking smear.
Lapping it from my skin with slow, kittenish strokes like he's cleaning up the mess he wanted to make.
I stare down at him, completely wrecked. He looks up at me, and he smiles. I grip his jaw, hard. Pull him up, crash our mouths together. Taste myself on him and don't care.
I'm sorry. After that?
After what he just did to me? He deserves it all. He deserves everything.
Every bit of praise this planet's got to offer. He earned it. He fucking earned it with his mouth.
Take the crown.
Take the throne.
Take my fucking name while you're at it.
Rava Weston is the standard.
46) Take a picture of us!
Rava
We're both in the bathroom. My hands are under the running water, watching Gio's cum swirl down the drain.
I'm still smiling.
My mouth hurts so bad, and I don't even know if it's from the blowjob or from grinning for the last ten minutes straight.
Gio's back in the tub again, because one cold shower wasn't enough. I'm looking at the mirror.
My lips are still swollen. My knees feel wrecked in the best way.
If this is so wrong, why the fuck do I feel this good?
Why does it feel like I just left my body for a second and came back with a new name?
Did it feel like that for him?
He came. That's a good sign, right?
That means he liked it.
God, I hope he liked it. No. No hoping. I know he did. I gave everything. Everything. I wanted to. Shit.
I think I wanted it more than I even realized. Jesus Christ. What the hell is happening to me?
He hops out. He ruffles his wet hair with the towel, then slings it over his shoulder, glancing at me in the mirror.
"Um," he grins, "you look like you just saw Jesus."
"I might've," I mumble.
He laughs. "Is it my turn now, then?"
I smile, looking down at him. "I thought I would have to beg for it—"
BANG. The front door.
"What the fuck?!"
Lorenzo.
Our eyes snap to each other. Panic.
Gio drops the towel, scrambles for his pants.
"Fuckfuckfuck—" He shuts the bathroom door, locks it.
"Don't move."
"What the hell are you two lovebirds doing in there?!"
Lorenzo's voice is slurred, loud. "Is someone fucking in our cute little bathroom?!"
I panic. "NO, UH, HE SAID HE NEEDED A SECOND OPINION ON THE COLOR OF HIS TOOTHbrUSH," I shout.
Silence. Dead silence.
Gio looks at me like I just punched his soul.
"What?!"
"I panicked!" I burst out laughing.
He covers my mouth with his palm. I grab his wrist, and I kiss him quickly. His mouth opens into it.
"Idiot," he mutters. But he's smiling. He grabs my face and kisses me deeper.
I melt into it. Absolutely melt.
Then he pulls back. Fixes his shirt. Runs a hand through his damp hair. Rolls his neck like nothing happened.
And opens the door. Walks out like a saint.
I follow right behind Gio.
Lorenzo's eyes narrow for a second. Maybe he knows.
I smile.
Yeah, Lorenzo. I've got a secret now. A big one.
He stares. I hold eye contact for exactly 1.5 seconds before pretending to look for my phone charger. Lorenzo shrugs it off and faceplants into his pillow.
That's right. Don't ask questions. Stay in your lane, king.
He groans. "Two… Spanish girls. Or maybe four. I dunno. They had... legs. Probably."
Gio raises an eyebrow and grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, pressing it into Lorenzo's hand.