Innocent words. Wicked meaning.
My chest slings with gasps, my body a million prickles all over. My thoughts spinning.
What will it be?
I slowly lift up from his lap, turn. And with the shaft of light feeding in from that peeking window, I kneel. Right there on the cramped floorboards between the stretch of his open thighs.
And I look at him, eye to eye, truth to truth, and say, “I choose you.”
His eyes flare. Hands tighten into fists at his sides as if it’s the only way to keep from snatching me up. Because he knows what I’m saying. And from the intensity surging through his expression, he also knows that I mean it.
It’s always going to be him.
Poised between his legs, I undo the ties at his pants, slipping the cords out of their loops. I look up at him, and with his gaze searing into me, I tug. His hips lift just enough for me to draw them down, just enough for me to see an inch of dark hair.
When I peek up at him, he nods. “Go on, Goldfinch. Slip your fingers down to my cock and claim what’s yours.”
A rush goes through me as I reach up and tug at the front of his pants. I delve beneath the gap and grip his length, pulling it free.
He groans. Kicks his hips up slightly in the sexiest position shift I’ve ever seen.
Still watching him, I fist his cock and squeeze, pumping him slowly. Once. Twice. Three times.
“The fact that you’re not threatened by any of those things I told you, the fact that you’d support any of my decisions and wants…I have to admit, it’s a huge turn-on,” I tell him.
“Yeah?” Slade asks, as he reaches down and grips my chin. “Show me.”
A new current charges through me in a rush, igniting me all the way to my core. When he’s like this, when he shows me this dominant lust, it spreads through me like a wildfire, and all I want to do is burn.
And I want him to burn with me.
I lower my head, flick my tongue out at the beaded drop collected just at his tip. My tastebuds curl around the taste of his musk, my tongue a tease as I swirl around the head. Lapping at it. Wetting it. Provoking it until it jumps in my hand.
“Mmm, you want to play?”
In answer, and maybe just to catch him off guard, I suddenly part my lips and suck in the head of his cock. An inhale grits through clenched teeth as I dip my head, trying to go lower, trying to take him as deep as I can go.
But he’s thick. Long. And so incredibly hard. My jaw acclimates, loosening as I move up and down over him, trying to go a little bit deeper every time.
“What a perfectly indecent mouth you have,” he says, just as his hands come down to thread through my hair, delving into my braid, fingers jabbing through.
“Let me see,” he tells me. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”
I ease off him, lips parting to fulfill his request. My tongue lies flat, stuck out as far as it can go. His hand comes down over mine at the base of his cock.
“Yes. Look at that,” he says as he taps his crown against my outstretched tongue. “Naughty tongue. Profanely plush lips. And you here, willing to kneel between my legs with your eyes on my dick. Such a perfectly wicked girl you are.”
These thrills at his words are collecting in my stomach, a bounty of lust for me to consume.
He releases his hold, letting my hand grip him on my own again. “I want you to tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”
“It won’t be too much,” I quickly say.
He smirks. “Don’t tempt me. It’s best not to push your limits while we’re in a moving carriage.”
I swallow hard as I wonder what exactly these limits are that he’s referring to.
Before I can ask him, his fingers thread deeper into my hair and he leads my head down. I go easily, lips parting around him as I take him in again. But this time, his hand is at my head, guiding me.
He goes slow at first.
Lets me get used to his thickness, content to let me lick and swirl around the underside of him as I bob up and down, while my hand still clenches his base.
But when I come up, pausing too long at the crown, he pushes me back down. “Deeper this time, Auren.”
I relax my jaw. Take him down. And he pushes me further and further until I begin to gag. He keeps me there for a moment, and maybe it’s a test, but I don’t tap his thigh. I want to do this for him. I may be the one kneeling, but there is power here on my knees, with him in my mouth, with him beneath my grip. Such power here.
He pulls my head back, lets me gulp in some air before feeding his cock right back into my mouth. “Relax your throat, baby,” he murmurs huskily. “Let me feel you swallow me.”