Chapter 13

Thirteen

Claire

I can’t help that I’m bossy. But you know what? I don’t think Seth minds; at the very least, he doesn’t mind me waking up to give him a blow job in the middle of the night. The lights are off and the room is freezing—the power must’ve gone out.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I peek at the dips of Seth’s core as he flexes and flinches while I surprise him with a light nibble.

Giving head has never been my favorite, but there’s something about this man that makes me want to take him, all the ways he’ll let me.

I think it’s the way he reacts, honest and true, and it’s like next level attractive.

Right now, I’m teasing him. Barely applying pressure with my hands or my mouth, just enough that he can feel it and want more. I know he’s itching to touch me, his hands moving from behind his head a few times, but he puts them back behind his head.

“Good boy,” I sweetly say with the head of his dick in my mouth.

“You’re fucking unreal.” He laughs in a way that I know he’s going to make me pay for it later. Gladly willing to let him do that. The flames lick my core, thinking about him touching me.

I open my mouth and let my lips get as close to my fingers, still gripping his base, before I gag.

He moans and I do it again. I’ll do anything to get him to respond to me like this.

Driving back down, I keep trying to take him, as much of it as possible.

The head hits the back of my throat and I hold it, fighting the reflex before slowly pulling him out and slurping while I do it.

I know he wants to grab my head, fuck my mouth, and me making him keep his hands to himself is more fun for me. He sucks in an unsteady breath, short and ragged, as I keep taking him in and out of my mouth.

Taking a risk, I turn my head and move my hand up, so it’s in the middle of his dick, and I lick where my fingers were just squeezing. And then I take one of his balls and put it in my mouth, moaning, so he can feel the vibrations.

He jerks in surprise but then lets out a slow and growling, “Fuckkkkk.” One that gives me the answer I need, and I give attention to the other one. “That’s so good. Your hands. Your mouth. I’m going to make this embarrassingly short.” The last word squeaks out and his shoulders lift off the bed.

Back to this cock, I let my tongue move up and down as I stroke him in tandem.

Then I take him in my mouth and breathe through my nose, letting me take as much of him as I can while trying not to gag.

It’s messy, and I wipe the back of my hand on my thigh, and the way he looks at me is something that’s hard to shake.

It makes me want to keep going. Never stop. Watch this man come undone at the mercy of my touch. It’s doing something special to my confidence, something people would pay for. Maybe they just need to suck the dick of a man who makes them feel like they can do anything?

Quicker, I’m sucking on him, and I let one arm hook around his leg, my fingers digging the inside of his thigh. A little pain and a little pleasure… one of my favorite equations.

His breath is quick, shallow, and inconsistent. “I’m close. Where do you—”

I pull away long enough to say, “I want it in my mouth.”

And it’s only a few more seconds until I feel his release building beneath my fingers. Seth gives me a final warning before I feel it spurt into my mouth, coating my throat. He shakes and jolts as he comes and I moan into his dick because it’s hot. It’s making me all needy and wet.

I’m about to swallow when he growls, “Wait. Show me.”

This is a new one, I think as I gather his salty release on my tongue and open my mouth.

“You’re fucking unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” he says and I swallow him, feeling it slip down my throat.

I feel empowered, like Seth is someone who can match me—giving me what I need but letting me be the leader when I crave it.

Laying next to him, I watch his chest rise and fall as he comes down from his climax. It feels like something I do all the time. I curl into him, not trying to fight it.

“I’m serious,” he grumbles, putting a finger under my chin and kissing my lips—the same ones that had his release on them just a few seconds ago. Hot. Again.

“I know.” I smile at him, soaking in the praise.

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