Chapter Twenty-Three
In the morning, I wake up before Dorian.
He’s behind me, an arm slung around my waist and a strong leg curved over mine, wrapped around me like some sort of barnacle.
Although I don’t think he’s awake, a certain part of his anatomy is—I feel his erection pressing insistently against my back, demanding attention.
A quick shift of my thighs reveals what I already suspected; I am sore.
Not as sore as I expected to be, I should be able to go about my daily activities, though I’m quite certain I’ll wince each time I sit.
I bite my lip when Dorian’s dick thickens even more, nudging against my skin, almost demanding to be satiated.
I don’t know what kind of headspace he’s in today—he said that punishing me last night alleviated his anger, but he might’ve been exaggerating.
Maybe a wakeup call in the form of a blowjob will put him in a better mood and give me a higher chance of him allowing me to go about my usual Saturday tasks.
Baking for my wolf pack and maybe even making a midnight trip to visit them.
I also want to go down on him. I want to find out what he tastes like, what he feels like, the noises he’ll make when he comes. I don’t understand the intimate mechanics of the whole pleasure-dom thing, but surely he enjoys getting off just as much as he enjoys getting me off.
Slowly, carefully so as not to wake him, I shift my position, pressing my ass back against his erection. I’m only wearing a long shirt, something he must’ve dressed me in after I passed out in the bathtub, and he’s only wearing what feel like very thin boxers.
His hard-on hardens even more, and my eyes widen as I swallow.
I saw Dorian’s size last night when we showered, but that was a brief glimpse.
I knew he was big, but this feels… intimidatingly big.
Substantially bigger than any of the guys I’ve slept with before, and probably more than my sore pussy can handle at present, or possibly ever.
I want to try getting him in my mouth. See how far down my throat I can manage to take him.
I grind back against him again, and his arm around my waist tightens as he releases a low, sleepy groan. Smiling, I gently grab his arm and try to remove it from me; that has the adverse effect of making his hold on me contract.
“I hope you’re not just planning to tease me,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with sleep. It’s an intimate bedroom-voice that raises the hairs on my arms and makes me give a faint shudder of pleasure.
“Turn around,” I tell him. “Lie on your back.”
“Giving commands now?” Dorian sounds vaguely amused. “I prefer to be the one telling you what to do when we’re in bed together.”
“I’ll do my best to blow your mind,” I say honestly, grinding into him again and drawing a hiss from his lips. “Turn around, Dorian.”
“Mmm. I guess I’m willing to see where this goes.
” He presses a kiss to my shoulder and another to the back of my neck before releasing me.
I hear the rustling of sheets as he follows my directions, and when I rise up to my knees, I’m treated to the sight of him shirtless, with the morning sun illuminating his body.
He’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs that sport a considerable tent in the center, making anticipation and a touch of worry rise up in me.
I reach forward, lightly dragging my fingernails down his abs before tugging at the waist of his boxers. “A little help?” I ask.
With a small, amused smile, he strips out of them.
I straddle his legs, leaning down until I’m face-level with his cock.
It’s a thing of beauty; long and thick, with a bulging vein running along the bottom of it, and several smaller veins decorating the edges of his smooth shaft.
My mouth waters as I stare at him, and my breath hitches.
“You keep staring like that, I’m going to start charging you for an Only Fans subscription,” Dorian says, laughter in his voice.
I blink a few times. “Yeah. Uh, sorry, it’s just…” I wave at his dick. “Big. Like, really big. Like, holy shit, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the tip in my mouth big.”
“You’re under no obligation to deep throat me,” Dorian says mildly, threading his hands behind his head and settling in. “Do what feels good for you. Explore. I guarantee it’ll be amazing for me.”
I like that. I’ve only given head a few times, and the blowjobs were gross and nauseating. The guys grunted and held my hair as they thrust into my mouth, holding me with grubby hands… I was not into it. I just did whatever it took to be done quickly.
In this moment, I actually want to go down on Dorian, and he seems happy to let me do whatever I wish.
I grip the base of him in my hand, sucking in a sharp breath when the tips of my fingers don’t touch. I try to recall the videos I’ve watched, giving girls advice on how to blow a guy’s mind, and the unsolicited input I receive from Cara regularly.
I gently cup his balls with my free hand, softly massaging them.
Dorian’s six pack clenches. Smiling, I lean forward and run my tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock in a long, languid lick.
His breath shudders out of him when I gently lave my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the bead of salty pre-come that’s gathered.
“Fuck,” Dorian groans.
I wrap my lips around his head, meeting his eyes as I start to suckle gently, firming my suction to see what works best for him. His eyes briefly roll into the back of his head, and he releases a moan that makes heat gather between my thighs.
I work his head while massaging his balls for several minutes, until drool starts to gather in my mouth.
I use it as lubrication for the rest of his length, gathering my saliva with the hand on his base and starting to jerk him.
Even though my jaw feels stretched too wide and I don’t think I’ll be able to get him down very far, I’m determined to try.
I start bobbing my head in time with my jerking motions, trying to take him a little deeper with each pass, encouraged by his noises of pleasure.
Quickly, I get too enthusiastic, and he hits the back of my throat.
I gag and pull off, giving myself a second to breathe before going at him again.
“There’s a good girl,” Dorian rumbles, watching me as I labor over his cock, testing out different speeds, levels of suction, and massaging motions on his balls. “My good girl. Fuck, Mira, I’m close. Are you ready to swallow me?”
“Mm,” I moan around his length, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.
His hips jerk up, pushing more of his cock into my mouth.
My eyes water, but I fight the gag reflex.
I take him as far back as I can, squeezing his balls, jerking his shaft faster as he starts to come in my mouth.
Warm, salty bursts of his seed shoot directly down my throat, and I swallow all of it, even though I’m a little overwhelmed at the volume.
“Good fucking girl,” he croons. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
I give his length one last loving stroke before releasing him.
He stares at me with warmth and affection brightening his gaze, paired with a dark possessiveness.
I try to attribute it all to the post-orgasm glow, though it’s hard to write it off as the hormone hit of an orgasm.
Suddenly nervous, I scramble to the edge of the bed.
“I’m, uh, going to take a shower,” I say awkwardly, frowning down at the band T-shirt I’m wearing—his, presumably.
He nods. “Alright, baby. I’ll make coffee. There’s a tube of lotion on the bathroom counter; it should help with your soreness. I put some on you last night, but it might be time to reapply.” With that, he rolls out of bed and leaves the room, and I’m left feeling strangely bereft.