31. Chapter 31
thirty-one
Sadie
Iwas nervous. My body was already all-in, but my brain was still catching up.
I pushed Diesel down onto my mattress, my pulse thundering. One thing I did know? I could return the favor and blow his mind.
Literally.
This time, I was the one tugging at his jeans. Those fucking jeans.
Once they were gone, his boxers followed, and then… him.
Sure, I’d felt him through clothes plenty, but seeing him? That was a whole new level. Thick. Hard. A bead of precum gleamed at the tip like he’d been holding back for as long as I had.
I leaned forward and licked it away.
The sound he made was low and rough, the kind of thing you’d expect from a man being pushed past his limit.
It spurred me on.
I wrapped my lips around him, taking him in, slow at first. Just enough to feel the weight and heat of him against my tongue. I licked, sucked, let my teeth scrape ever so lightly along his smooth skin, cataloging what made his breath hitch, what made the muscles in his legs twitch under my hands.
I hummed around him, and the reaction was immediate—his balls drew up tight, his thighs tensed under my hands.
I took him deeper.
And deeper.
Until I couldn’t take another inch, my throat stretched around him, my nose brushing the hard plane of his stomach.
Deisel
Jesus.
The second she hummed around me, my balls drew up tight, and every muscle in my legs went rigid.
Then she took me deeper.
And deeper.
Until there was no more to take, her throat stretched around me, her nose brushing my stomach, her breath hot against my skin.
I had to curl my hands into fists against the mattress to keep from grabbing her hair and taking over. Every instinct screamed to hold her there, to fuck her mouth until I was empty—but she was the one in control right now, and I wasn’t about to take that from her.
My vision blurred at the edges. I bit out a curse and forced myself to keep still, to let her set the pace even as my body begged for release.
She pulled back slowly, her lips tight around me, and my jaw clenched so hard it ached. It took everything I had not to come right then.
Yeah. If she kept this up, I was going to embarrass myself in record time.
“Fuck, Sadie.”
Sadie
I groaned when I felt him tense even more beneath me. The way he said my name, strained, almost desperate. That went straight to my core.
God, I wanted to make him lose it. I wanted him to dream about this every night. I wanted to ruin him as he’d just ruined me.
His body was a study in restraint—fists digging into my sheets, jaw clenched, shoulders tense like he was hanging on by a thread.
And that just wouldn’t do.
I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep again, swallowing around him before dragging my tongue slowly along the underside. My hand stroked the base in time with my mouth, coaxing, demanding.
“Come for me,” I breathed against his skin, before taking him back in and cupping his balls, rolling them gently in my palm.
His breath fractured, breaking into a guttural curse that shot heat through my veins. His hips jerked—control shattering—and then he was spilling into my mouth in sharp, pulsing waves.
I didn’t look away. I swallowed every drop, still holding his gaze like I’d been starving for it. When it was done, I made a slow show of licking my lips and wiping the corners of my mouth.
He was still staring at me, chest heaving, eyes dark like he wasn’t entirely sure I’d just done that to him.
Good.