He can’t have it.
But as soon as she makes a noise, he shuts off his shower. I watch him wrap a towel around his waist, and he glances at me once with cold, pissed eyes before he shoves through the door. I’m not uncomfortable by the situation, but hearing my girlfriend moan from my touch must have been his limit.
My free hand slides to the back of Rose’s neck, holding her very close to me. I lower my head and whisper, “I’m going to put something else in your mouth, Rose.”
Her eyes meet mine with questions. I say only one thing with my gaze.
You’re safe with me.
She can leave. She has full capability to knock me back in the chest and chastise me about commanding her to drop to her knees. Rose is not shy. She is not weak or insecure. If she doesn’t want something, she’ll let me know.
She’s a virgin, I remind myself. Giving her what she craves, what she’ll love but denies—it’s going to take time, no matter how much my body protests the long wait. But if she can accept this, to begin to submit in bed, then we can finally move forward.
As she processes my words, her body responds by curving towards mine. She wants to let go for once. I know this. She knows this. She just has to decide if she’s going to allow herself that pleasure or refuse it on some higher, ridiculous moral ground.
Her fingers skim my wrist, and I remove my thumb from her mouth. Quite slowly and effortlessly, she sinks onto her knees, eyelevel with my dick. I want to drive it into her mouth, to fuck her the way I want to fuck her pussy. She’s a virgin.
Patience, Connor.
I grab a fist-full of her wet hair, the shower pelting her beautiful body in waves. Her breath deepens as she looks from me to my partially hardened cock. I rest a hand on the tiled wall.
Rose seizes my shaft with light, tender hands, so unsure of how to hold it.
“Put it in your mouth,” I urge with a deep, possessive voice.
She gives me a sharp look, one that’s ten times harder than her grip. My whole body reacts to her gaze, thrumming in pure fucking want. I enjoy how difficult she is. I stare down at her, watching as she opens her mouth wide enough to put me between her lips.
I’m not even halfway in before she stops. Her hands fall to her thighs, so uncertain again.
She tries to withdraw, and I immediately clench her hair. Her gaze is all fire, all tumultuous and hot. But it’s not a look that says stop. It’s one full of passionate, ugly, beautiful words and curses. Fuck mes mixed with assholes and cocksuckers and hell fucking yeses.
She’s complicated. Just the way I like.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, darling,” I say bluntly. I grip her hair harder, and her hands shoot out to my wrist.
A moan garbles in her throat, my cock only barely inside her mouth. She meant to threaten me, and the surprise coats her eyes at the sudden revelation. That she’s more turned on than anything.
I ease out of Rose, my cock popping from her lips. I keep one hand on the tiled wall but the other falls from her hair to her neck.
“I’m doing this wrong,” she says. “I knew I would be awful.”
“You haven’t done anything yet,” I tell her with a smile. “You can’t be awful at nothing.”
“Don’t baby me,” she snaps. “If you’re going to teach me, I want you to do it right. I want to be the best.” She waves me on, her eyes pinned below my waist with challenge and more delight.
If that doesn’t get me hard…fuck. I grow, and her eyes begin to widen, probably wondering how she’s going to fit it into her mouth now.
“You will be the best, darling,” I say. “Hold onto it.” I want to start this way for her. And then I want to do it my way.
She grips the base in that same delicate manner.
“That’s strange,” I say.
“What?” She frowns.
“You threaten to castrate men ten times a day but yet you hold my cock like you want to tuck it into bed.”
Her grip immediately tightens, and my lips part from the sudden sensation. I laugh into my next words. “You’re an excellent pupil so far.”
“I graduated with highest honors,” she says. Yes, I know. I attended her graduation. I saw her walk across the stage and accept her diploma. I was able to witness the look of accomplishment and freedom from four years of hard work and educational slavery. Those memories I hold close.
“You’re a conceited little honor graduate.”
“Little?” She raises her eyes.
“You are shorter than me,” I remind her. “It’s time for you to shut the fuck up and put my cock back in your mouth.”
Her eyes grow hot at my words, but the rest of her body reacts differently. She presses her thighs together. Wanting. Ready.
To make me come.
She takes me inside her mouth again, slowly, not yet halfway before she nearly chokes. With one hand on her head, I readjust Rose and shift my hips so the position is more comfortable for her. This angle works better, and she shuts her eyes while she eases me in a little further. She’s not horrible, but she’s not fantastic either.
She stares off, hesitating.
She’s drowning in her beautiful fucking mind. I don’t want her to think about whether she’s doing something wrong or right. I just want her to feel.
“Take your hands off.”
She glares and tries to pull back to yell. I know she wants to try—to prove to me that she can do it, but that’s not what needs to happen. I hold the back of her head tightly, keeping her here.
“You want to please me? Then do as I say.”
Her eyes narrow, but she releases me. And I use one hand and my hips to guide myself further into her mouth. Fuck. That feels good.
She gags once, and her hands fly to my ass, gripping me hard.
“Rose,” I groan. My strokes are shallow and then they become deeper…deeper until tears seep from the corners of her eyes, her body shaking.
Her legs slowly give out, and her back rests against the warm tiles, the water showering our bodies. I drive into her, my pelvis rocking, having complete control on how much of me she takes between her lips.
Her legs squirm, her toes curling and her chest lifting as I quicken my pace.
“That’s it, darling,” I say with a tight breath. “You’re safe with me.”
After a few minutes, I come and slide out of her quickly.
“Spit,” I tell her, sitting on my knees.
She turns her head and does as I say. She wipes her lips, her breathing heavy. I collect her in my arms, holding her while she digests what happened.
Her own arms wrap around my neck, and she presses her forehead to my collar.
I rub her back, the water slowly turning lukewarm. As she rests on my lap, something strong grips my heart. I’ve never been so possessed by another person before. She consumes my body and mind in ways that I can’t articulate.
I comb her wet hair away from her face.
Right now, I want to kiss the place between her legs more than she can possibly understand. I want to taste her and watch her back arch. To see her reach a peak like I just did. After a couple minutes, I begin to readjust her, spreading her legs on either side of me.
She puts a hand to my chest almost as soon as her ass hits the tiles. “No,” she says, disentangling from me. She stands.