“It’s smooth. Almost like velvet,” I say absentmindedly, in complete and utter awe.
“It will taste even smoother down your throat. Trust me.”
A delicious shudder runs down my spine at his words as I keep stroking his cock, up and down his length, loving how it bobs up, searching for my touch. Once I’m confident that I know what I’m doing, I wrap my hand around the crown and stroke it to its base.
“You’re a natural,” he grunts.
I look up at him through half-mast eyes and see that he’s propped himself up, using his elbows to keep him up so he can have a better view of what I’m doing.
“What now? Tell me what to do.”
The genuine smile that crests his lips makes me preen with pride that I’ve pleased him somehow.
“Use your tongue and lick it. When you feel brave enough, put me inside your mouth.”
The way he tapped into the fact that I’m summoning all my bravery to do any of this makes the whole exchange less frightening to me somehow. It also shows me that there is a hidden side to Tiernan that can be caring. Even affectionate. I much prefer this side of him to the one who has no regard for me whatsoever. Needing to keep him like this, docile and sweet, I make a note to try and please him with my tongue in any way I can.
Slowly, with my eyes locked on his, I lower my body until his cock is inches away from my face. My eyelids only close when my tongue twirls around his crown, tasting his salty essence and breathing into my lungs his very male musky scent. There is also a hint of citrus that drifts off his warm skin.
And Tiernan is definitely warm.
The man is a furnace, burning away and scorching my tongue.
A total contradiction to the arctic chill he’s thrown at me for the past week.
I try not to focus on that thought and instead put all my attention into licking his cock clean. But as I do it, the most confusing and unexpected thing happens. My core begins to constrict with every lick and languid stroke of the tongue. The apex between my inner thighs becomes slick with wetness, and I feel it pouring down my legs and onto his. If he feels it, he doesn’t say anything, content in me performing the task at hand. The sudden need to have more of him is overwhelming, and before I know what I’m doing, my mouth latches onto his length and pulls him into my mouth as far as I can take him.
“Jesus, fuck,” Tiernan groans loudly, his fingers going straight to my hair. “Give a man a fucking warning, acushla.”
I don’t ask him if I’m doing it wrong, since I can taste on the tip of my tongue that I’m not. The salty sweetness burst onto my tastebuds, urging me on. The way his fingers dig into my hair, forcing me to swallow him up and down, only increases the hollowness between my legs. I feel bereft as well as powerful.
He was right.
This is a much better way to enjoy being on my knees.
“Relax your throat, acushla.”
I do as he says and try to relax my throat, although I’m not really sure how someone can do that. Tiernan uses my hair, like one would use reins on a prized stallion to race to the finish line, and guides me to swallow more of him. His hard shaft dominates me completely as it fills my mouth, until it’s touching my tonsils. Tears start streaming from the corners of my eyes, but he doesn’t let up, and I wouldn’t want him to, either. I try to relax my jaw, my hands finding purchase on his hips, so that I can take in more of him.
“Fuck. Just like that,” he praises, making me work ten times harder to hear him say those words again.
Unashamedly I begin to rub myself on his legs, desperate for the friction, as he plunges in and out of my mouth. I’m wet and needy and so turned on I think I’m about to combust into flames. But just as I’m getting into the rhythm that will ensure we both cum like this, I’m suddenly pulled off my prize and flung onto the bed.
“What… What… did I do something wrong?” I ask, saddened that he pulled me away from his cock.
But as I stare into Tiernan’s eyes, his blue one the color of a sea storm, my insides quiver in anticipation. He licks his lips, his gaze falling from my face, to my chest, and then quickly back to my face again.
“My turn.”
Chapter 11
Tiernan
Rosa’s beautiful brown eyes hide behind two fine heavy slits as she purposely bites into her fat bottom lip, knowing full well what it does to me.
“I wasn’t done yet,” she utters, her voice so fucking needy, it’s a miracle my cock isn’t ten inches deep inside her yet.
“That’s not how this game works. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”