Chapter 9 #2
Just in case he didn’t get the message, she sank down easily to her knees, putting her eyes on level with the erection tenting his pants.
His expression turned hopeful, then longing.
Whoa.
Callie didn’t think it was possible. Catching Ash off guard like that?
Except for the first time she gave him permission to touch her, as eager as he was before he made a quick escape, he’d never acted anything less than in control around her.
Letting her see his vulnerable side? She’d been convinced he didn’t have one.
It didn’t last. He recovered his arrogance almost immediately, looking down at her with a wry smile as she reached up to fist his linen pants.
His new expression told her that he definitely liked the sight of her on her knees in front of him.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she was more than eager to go down on him, she might have skipped the foreplay and gone straight to the main event.
But she’d had dreams about being intimate with Ash, nighttime fantasies that bled into her daydreams. She was desperate to feel his hands on her again, and while he gave her his touch, she was beginning to think that he’d never take it any farther.
Even if she just got the chance to give him pleasure, she’d take it.
Consider it her version of giving him flowers.
For a moment, he stood like… like a statue. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. His golden eyes flared with something like lust, but apart from the way his Adam’s apple quivered, Ash didn’t react at all.
Callie tucked a lock of her white-blonde hair behind her ear. She’d given her fair share of bjs before, but it was usually the guy giving her the “go” sign that allowed her the confidence to take control of the sexual encounter.
With Ash, though, as much as she tried not to focus on it, the power imbalance was too great.
Sure, her sight made it a little more even, but he was still fae.
With his enhanced senses, his immortality, his glamour, compulsion, and his strength, Callie could never forget what he was—and what she wasn’t.
Maybe she was being too forward. Ash had made it clear from the beginning that, whatever his reasons were, he considered Callie to belong to him. He’d been drawn to her since those early days at the park, and while she refused to ask him why, actions often spoke louder than words. He wanted her.
But did he want her like this?
Hell, what if the courtship rituals in Faerie were different? Did Ash even know what she was getting at when she said she wanted to touch him with her mouth? Maybe he thought she meant kissing, right?
What if he thought the idea of her sucking on his dick was weird?
Why was she only thinking about that now?
She swallowed roughly. There had to be a way out of this without total embarrassment. “If you don’t want to—”
“I want.” Ash’s voice—usually so light and lyrical—came out harsh. “I very much want.”
Callie raised her eyebrows. “You, um… you’re sure?”
In answer, Ash curved his lips and, with a rough shove, dropped his pants down to his thighs.
His cock was already erect. Long and thicker than she would’ve imagined, it was a more reddish shade of his bronze-colored skin; even beneath his linen pants, he was as dark as he was everywhere else. Her mouth watered just looking at it.
“Like I told you,” he grounded out. “You can touch me anywhere.”
Callie wasn’t fae. Unlike Ash, she didn’t need to get permission to touch him. But now that she had it?
She lowered herself in front of him, steadying herself by latching onto his thighs.
Even that simple touch had Ash tightening up, the rumble of pleasure starting deep in the back of his throat.
His muscles went as hard as his erection.
Callie stroked his skin with one hand before reaching for his cock with her other.
As Ash threw back his head, the rumble turning to a low moan, Callie smiled again.
She might be the one on her knees, but there was no denying that she was the one in control.
Her Light Fae handed it right over to her, and he let her keep it as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head of his blazing hot cock.
From the way his body stayed tight, like a coiled spring ready to explode, Ash was working against his instincts.
As she sucked and stroked and laved him with the flat of her tongue, she got the sense that he was just resisting the urge to fuck her mouth.
Continuing to smile around his length, she increased the suction, inviting him to do just that.
He did. A few uncontrolled thrusts as Callie clutched his thigh tightly as she barely grazed him with her teeth.
She felt it when he let go, his splurt so powerful that she had some of his come spilling out of the corner of her mouth.
Callie swallowed as much as she could as Ash slowly pulled his dick out from between her lips. She immediately licked the last drops away, smiling contentedly as Ash stared in amazement down at her.
Oh, yeah. That was power all right.
But Callie wasn’t the only one in control. Despite his orgasm—she had the slightly salty taste in the back of her throat to prove it—Ash’s dick was as hard as ever. Glistening with saliva, the thick cock bobbed gently as his chest heaved.
His voice went impossibly deeper. “Fair is fair,” Ash told her. “It’s my turn.”