Chapter 13 #2
She eased the waistband down, freeing him.
He sprang forward, long, thick, and heavy, fully erect and flushed a deep, needy red.
Her eyes widened in a mix of awe and trepidation.
A bite of doubt worked its way up at the sight, but she released it on a slow, steady exhale.
Energy was everything, and she trusted the subtle hum that flowed between them now.
A bead of clear moisture gathered at the tip, glistening and tempting. Lily leaned forward without hesitation, darting her tongue out to delicately taste him. Salty and earthy. She licked again, needing more of everything Rush Callahan had to give.
“Christ, Lily,” Rush ground out.
She glanced up and found him with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched as if he was holding himself on a razor’s edge of control, and her heart skipped a beat.
The pure pleasure etched on his face sent a thrill racing through her, making her feel more feminine, more desired than she ever had before.
It was a heady feeling, and she wanted more.
She leaned forward for a longer taste, her tongue tracing the ridge before finding that small bundle of nerves on the underside, rubbing sensuously, getting him wet and slippery.
Rush’s hands came to rest on her shoulders, but he didn’t urge her down, didn’t pull her forward.
Just let them sit there, resting lightly, letting her take her time.
He shifted his hips so she could tug his sweatpants the rest of the way down and helped her pull her pants off at the same time, kicking them both to the side of the bed and leaving them gloriously, deliciously bare against each other.
She smiled up at him, taking him in her mouth again, holding just the head of him and feeling him throb on her tongue.
A pulse of something powerful and electric flowed through her body, and she knew how she looked—bent over him, her breasts pressed against his thighs, her mouth wrapped around him, snug and warm, just resting, not moving as he flexed in her mouth.
She loved the feel of it, this big man filling her and yet utterly at her mercy.
Instinctively, she wiggled her bottom playfully in the air, feeling the slickness of herself on her thighs. She let her teeth just barely graze him before looking up, enjoying teasing him in bed. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so bold and uninhibited.
She took him deeper, laving his shaft with her tongue, swirling the tip, savoring the way the muscles in his legs tensed beneath her touch. The taste of him, the heat, the way his fingers curled into the sheets—she felt drunk on watching his desire, feeling it enhance her own.
“I love this,” she marveled then blushed as soon as the words left her lips.
Rush let out a ragged breath. “So do I,” he gritted out. He fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her but not pushing, letting her set the pace.
She wrapped her hand around his thick base then added the other, finally reaching the dark curls framing his cock.
He was big—thick and heavy and stretching her mouth in a way that made her eyes water and her thighs press together restlessly.
She stroked in rhythm with her mouth, slow and steady, letting him feel just how much she enjoyed him.
His breath hitched, his stomach tensing beneath her as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. She wanted him to know how much she enjoyed this. The way he filled her, the way he responded to every flick of her tongue, every squeeze of her hands.
A deep, rumbling groan escaped his chest, his control slipping as she worked him with slow, deliberate precision, and she could’ve howled from the thrill of it.
She was the one undoing him—sweet little Lily Hart on her knees, lips stretched around his cock, taking this massive, disciplined man to the brink.
She did that. And God, it felt powerful.
“Lily,” he growled. His hand smoothed over her cheek, thumb tracing her swollen lips as she pulled back just enough to look up at him, still holding him in her mouth, her tongue teasing the tip.
“Look at you. Taking me so good. Fuck,” he groaned, gripping her hair, holding it back from her face, and she could feel the control he was exercising not to thrust. “So goddamn pretty with your mouth on me.”
Lily had never given much thought to dicks, really.
She was a pleaser, and they were just appendages, a means to an end.
She’d handled blow jobs with the same attitude—efficiently, sometimes even with mild enjoyment, but never like this.
Never with a greedy hunger, never with this overwhelming need to have Rush heavy on her tongue, thick and pulsing, stretching her mouth and filling her throat to overflowing until her eyes watered.
She moaned softly against him, letting the sound vibrate through her throat, and felt him jerk, a deep shudder running through her body. God, she loved this. Loved the power she had in this moment, and the way she was unraveling him.
He was close. She could feel it in his ragged breathing and the way his stomach clenched. But she wasn’t done with him yet. Not even close.
Slowly, deliberately, she pulled back, dragging her tongue along his length before taking him deep again, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, her hands stroking him in a perfect, twisting rhythm.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he hissed through his teeth, his head thrown back, hips thrusting involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me—”
She didn’t let up. She wanted to feel him come apart. Wanted to push him past the point of control until he had no choice but to surrender.
Then he moved.
He shifted so suddenly it stole the breath from her lungs. One minute she was teasing him, taking him deeper and reveling in the power she had over him, and the next she was straddling Rush’s torso. Two rough hands gripped her ass, jerking her closer to him while Lily watched wide-eyed.
Rush’s eyes burned up at hers. “It’s my turn,” he growled, edging her closer to his mouth.
She lost her balance and tipped forward, gripping the brass rails on the headboard in shock. If Rush’s energy had been blue before—cool, controlled—now it was something darker and more primal.
“What—” she whispered.
Rush’s hand skimmed over her thighs firmly, then he leaned up, his mouth so close to her mound she could feel his breath on her.
“Look at this,” he murmured, sliding his fingers into the curls there.
“All pretty and flushed for me. I wondered where else that blush went.” He flicked his tongue through her folds, just once, a teasing taste that made Lily whimper.
“And fuck, this red hair. You were made to be kissed here, Lily.”
Her whole body clenched.
“You don’t have to,” he said, looking up at her with a wicked grin, “but if you let me lick this pretty pussy, I promise you’ll love it.”
A shiver ran down her spine, nerves at her position and hunger tangling in her making her thighs tremble around his head. He was so close and, oh my God, she was going to let him.
The scales had tipped again, she thought faintly.
“Rush,” she whispered, breathless.
His hands skimmed over her hips, down her thighs, soothing and firm as he snugged her up against him. Then he leaned up, his mouth right at her pussy, his voice dark and smooth as sin. “Ride my face, darlin’.”