18. Juliet #2
A challenge? That, I can do. My hands drift back towards his crotch.
My head tilts back until I meet his stare.
Slowly, I lean forward, nuzzling against the front of his groin as the silken length of him drags against the side of my face.
He hisses between his teeth and I grin. Bet he didn’t think I could edge him without my hands.
I flick my tongue out and lick over his hipbone.
“Payback?” he grits out.
“Maybe,” I whisper back. “But you’re getting what you asked for—so no complaining.”
His chest pumps up and down. Biting out a foul curse through gritted teeth, Nolan’s fingers sink deeper into my hair, cupping my skull as he drags me forward, against him. Light and shadows dance over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen.
I eat him up with my eyes, over the ridges of his stomach and the dips on either side of his hips, pointing straight down towards the very place I’m most interested in right now.
“Do it.” Nolan’s words are gruffer than normal, but I hear him just fine. “Take my cock in your mouth. Now .”
Lips twitching, I stop playing with him and open my mouth, sinking my lips around the hard ridge of his head and licking the underside with quick little flicks of my tongue.
“Ugh.” He grunts and jolts at the sensation. Long and thick, I swallow another inch as pearly fluid leaks from the tip and soaks into my tongue. “Fuck, you’re a damn succubus. Harder.” His demands are released from panting breaths. “Suck me harder.”
I follow his order, hollowing out my cheeks as I make my way down his length another few inches.
A new groan escapes him and is followed by the clench of his fingers in my hair.
The slight tug lights up my scalp, sparking something wickedly delicious that makes my pussy clench.
A smile comes to my lips. So powerful and yet so weak for me. Only me.
Nolan doesn’t make me work any harder than I need to—though we both know any other time he would have. He grips his dick with a free hand and holds it up for me, his fingers cupping the base.
My breath comes in pants. I shiver just looking at him as I keep his dick between my lips. Heavy. Thick. Nolan’s mouth might be God’s gift to womankind, but his cock is a work of art.
How can he taste so fucking good? Is he even human? No other man has ever made me so turned on just by the mere idea of sucking his cock, of swallowing him down until every jet fills my belly.
Head hazy, I lean away from him, the inches leaving the warmth of my mouth until I stop at the head.
The tiny slit that graces the crown is practically quivering as more of that pearly liquid escapes.
I lap it all up, cleaning him around the head and paying particular attention to both that slit and the underside until he’s rocking against my face, pressing me to take him in again.
“God, your fucking… mouth.”
He groans as I take him back inside, hollowing out my cheeks again as I slowly lower myself as far as I can go without choking.
The head of him bumps against the back of my throat and I wince, tears burning at the corners of my eyes.
My hands come up, holding on to his sides, nails scratching against his skin.
“That’s it,” he whispers, encouraging me. “So good.”
It’s so hot when a man actually voices his pleasure. I love the noises he makes, the groans, and curses. His whole body is strung tight like a bow and he’s about to go off. I suck him harder, bobbing my head back and forth.
His sharp inhalations don’t stop me. Neither does his grunt as I drag the tip of my tongue along the veiny underside of his cock. He jerks in my grip, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat again. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to breathe evenly through my nose.
“I want more.”
My eyes pop open at that announcement and jolt up to his face—what I can see of it. As if sensing my hesitation and intention to pull away, Nolan’s hands both go to my head. One on either side, gripping me tight.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promises. “Just give me this, Princess. Let me fuck your face. Let me fill your belly.”
I want to see his eyes, to know that he actually means what he’s saying. Even though I can’t, though, there’s still something inside of me that’s encouraging me to let this happen. A hunger that I’ve never known swells within me.
This isn’t just some obligation to perform so that I can get my own pleasure later. It’s not about pride, but a bone-deep desire. I want Nolan to fuck my face, to come down my throat and make me feel his strength.
Nails sinking into either side of his hips, I bob my head up and down, going farther, taking him deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair, each sharp pull sending me into a realm of foggy desire that I don’t know if I’ll ever find the strength to come back.
“That’s it, Jules. Suck my cock. Worship it.” He presses me forward. My hands clench against his thighs and I suddenly wish he’d let me use them. I could do something with them—cup his balls or jerk at the rest of his length. But no, he wants my mouth, and my mouth only.
I suck him down, breathing through my nose and rubbing my tongue against the soft, sensitive underside of him until he gets to my throat once more.
Then, he pauses, a low groan down through his chest and into my mouth.
I love it. The wicked feel of being on my knees for a man like him is a fresh addiction I didn’t know I had.
“Just a few more inches,” he says, sounding like a man on the edge. “You’re almost there. You can do it. You can take me all the way, Princess.”
Fresh tears well up at the corners of my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. Fuck me. Is this actually happening?
My cunt contracts, but there’s nothing inside and I whimper around his cock. He takes that to mean I’m ready and maybe I am, because when he pulls slightly back and then starts to push forward again, I take him. I don’t pull away as his head enters my throat and my breathing halts.
More tears burn my eyes, but I hold still, letting Nolan fuck into my mouth as he slides the entire length of him into the back of my throat and then farther. It’s so much. Too much. I choke again around him, and my eyes dart open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them again.
“There you are,” he hisses as he pulls out once more and gently pushes back in. “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to see how much you like choking on my cock, Princess. I want you filthy and drooling for it.”
There, on the floor of Nolan’s bedroom, I realize that the darkness is a safe place.
Were anyone else to see me like this—naked and pussy wet—on my knees with his cock halfway down my throat as I sobbed around him, I’d be humiliated.
For him, though, here and in this moment, I feel strong. I feel powerful.
I lick and suck, hollowing out my cheeks as I take him into me.
Over and over again, I descend down his shaft—choking myself on his length until I’m forced to admit that I can’t take him all without his help.
It’s just not possible. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes. I want it. I want all of him.
Glancing up on my next pass, my eyes lock with irises that are more crimson than brown.
The moon has broken through the clouds and shines in through the window of his bedroom, allowing me more light than before, enough to see the expression on his face.
Worshipful. Hungry. We hold each other’s gaze steadily. No looking away. No hiding.
Nolan Pierce, just like the other Scorpion Kings, dragged me into his darkness. He trapped me and cracked me open until all of my ugly secrets were bare to him. Now, it’s my turn.
I might be the one on my knees, but he would kill for me. He’s a weapon and I’m the one that wields him. All of them.
Gasping for breath as I lift off him, I look down to find Nolan’s cock covered in a thin sheen of my own saliva. Precum dribbles from the tip. Touching my thumb to the head of him, I swirl it around and then place the pad to my tongue and lick his essence from my own skin.
“ Fuck .” The hand on the back of my head grips me tight, gathering my hair into a ponytail that he uses as a leash to lift me up and glare down into my eyes.
“I thought you wanted to come down my throat?” I say, breathless.
“Oh, I intend to,” Nolan says as he shoves me onto the bed.
No sooner has my back hit the mattress than Nolan is over me, lifting me up and spreading me wide.
He shoves my legs apart until cool air washes over the juices soaking my cunt.
The slow grin he offers me has my insides quivering and clit pulsing with anticipation.
Nolan is a petty motherfucker and whatever has that smirk on his face can only mean I’m in for a rough ride.
“You like playing with me, Jules?” he asks, stroking a finger through my pussy.
Unable to look away from him, I stroke the sides of his hips with my fingertips. “Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “I like playing with you.” That’s never been true before them. Sex was lame. An act of duty that I felt I needed to do in order to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
This is so much more. This is undeniable.
“Will you let me play too?” One corner of Nolan’s mouth quirks slightly higher. He already knows the answer. I say it anyway.
“Yes.”
The world upends as Nolan grips me and swings my body around until my head is between his thighs and his mouth is hovering over my cunt. His cock smacks the side of my face and I grimace. What the fuck?
“Then open your mouth, Princess,” is all I hear before his hips are lifting and his cock is prodding at my mouth once more.