Chapter 56 Cassie
Cassie
“In your mouth,” Cole groans, and the sound of it lights me on fire. “Need to feel you take my come down your throat.”
I’ve given a handful of blowjobs in my life.
I never particularly enjoyed it. The guys I gave them to were always clumsy, and I felt used rather than an equal part of what we were doing.
Maybe I didn’t enjoy it because I had never given one to someone I loved before.
As ridiculously corny as that thought is, I think it might just be true.
Because when I meet Cole’s eyes, lips wrapped around his cock, his stare is one of total reverence. Half-lidded and hungry, yes. But total worship.
I feel like the center of the universe.
I shift on the fluffy white carpet under my knees, adjusting my position so I can try to take him deeper. It’s not easy with his size. But I love that too. God, do I love it. Feeling this full.
He groans in response. “You look so beautiful in my jersey with my last name across your back.”
I purr with pleasure at the praise. My thighs shift together, and I feel the slickness. I’m wet and aching from the feel of him inside me. That’s new for me too.
“How would you like it to be your last name too?” he murmurs, a teasing grin covering his face.
My eyes flutter wide in shock. I can’t answer, but I whimper around his girth.
He laughs at my reaction. “I know, baby. It’s too soon for that, and you’re an independent woman. Probably wouldn’t even take my name, and I’d be fine with that too. I know you already have your business cards printed.”
I know he’s playing with me, testing me. I slide off him with a coy smile. “You proposing to me mid-blowjob, All Star?”
“No,” he huffs. “Yes. Fuck. Depends on your answer.”
I giggle at how ineloquent he is right now. I wrap my lips back around him.
“Fine—ahh—no, I’ll make it special when I ask you that question. Special, like you deserve. But can’t blame a man for getting ahead of himself when you’re this fucking good at taking my cock.”
As I suck him in long, liquid movements, he pushes my bangs further out of my eyes, smoothing down my hair behind my ears. The gesture is so tender amidst this filthy thing I’m doing to him. I can’t help but moan around him appreciatively.
He groans at the vibration. He moves his hands back, hovering just above my head.
The restraint is so hot. He’s so big, broad, and strong. But right now, he’s holding back. Doesn’t want to be too much for me.
Well, I told him I like a challenge.
“You can touch me again,” I gasp, easing off him for a moment. “I won’t break.”
He grunts. His hands slide around my head. One hand wraps around my ponytail. He steers me with the very gentlest tug. An ache pulses straight through to my clit.
Who knew that would turn me on so much?
I suck in air. “One day, I think I’d like to try it harder. Have you hold my head and just… use my mouth.”
Though I’m already on my knees for him, admitting that still brings a blush to my cheeks.
I shouldn’t be bashful, though. Cole reacts like it’s the greatest news he’s ever heard.
“Fuck, baby.” I can feel him getting closer. His voice is molten. “I want that too. But tonight, I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
I keep taking him. Wet, deep, full. My hand teases out a tugging little rhythm around what I can’t fit in my mouth.
I can feel his thick thigh muscles tensing up.
“Fuck, I’m—” He hisses out a breath. “It’s too good. Can’t hold back. If you keep sucking me like that, I’m going to come straight down your throat.”
I don’t want him to hold back.
I want every drop of him inside me.
I speed up, my clit pulsing at the thought of his release in my mouth.
His hands tremor around my head as I keep bobbing. Sucking. Teasing.
A whimper—an actual whimper—leaves his lips. “Can I—baby, can I?”
I’m overcome with a flush of pure satisfaction at how he’s falling apart. Asking nicely, practically begging. Because of me.
In reply, I drag my lips further down and give him everything I’ve got.
“Fuck. Yes—I’m coming—”
He cradles my face with his hands as his cock pulses in my mouth. I’m dizzy with how much I like it. Feeling him lose control and spill every last drop he has past my lips.
I swallow, not breaking eye contact with him. He groans, cock twitching against my tongue.
Reluctantly, I slip off. His face is flushed. God, does he look handsome like that. All spent because of me.
“You’re unreal, baby. Seriously, 007, you nearly killed me.”
His breathless voice turns hot, and his eyes drop to my bare legs under the jersey.
“Don’t think I forgot you’re not wearing panties under there.” He runs a thumb over my swollen lips. “Now get up here, bend over, and show me just how wet you got from getting me off with your mouth. I want to taste it.”
I rise to my feet and scramble onto the couch over his lap.
I don’t think either of us think about the game once for the rest of the night.