Blood roars in my ears at her touch. It’s like static trailing across my skin, crackling from pressure and anticipation. Her lips replace her hand, leaving behind faint kisses across my length. Any scared thought I had melts away as her hot mouth wraps around my dick.
It’s a mix of heaven and hell. Right and wrong. Desperation to make the moment last longer while craving my release from the torture of her mouth.
My cock twitches as she sucks me off, bringing me to the brink of pleasure before pulling away again. I grab a fistful of her hair and tug. “You’re killing me.”
Her lips pop as she releases my cock from her mouth. “Consider this payback for last time.” She pumps my dick once for good measure.
“Enough,” I hiss.
“Why?” she continues, moving her hand up and down.
My balls tighten, and the tingling sensation spreads up my spine. “That’s it.”
Chloe’s wide eyes are the first thing I see when I open mine.
“I’m done with the games.”
She smirks. “You’re the one who broke the first rule.”
“From now on, there’s only one rule that matters and it’s to make you come.” I slide out from under her body and plant my feet on the floor.
She laughs as I drag her to the edge of the bed. With her help, I make quick work of her tank top and shorts. My movements are rushed and lack any kind of finesse. Her underwear and bra meet the same fate on the bedroom floor, and I finally soak up a vision of her naked.
Any worries about my prosthetic leave the room as I check her out. Sunset rays from the sliding door bask her skin in a golden glow. They bring out the navy in her hair, the wavy tendrils covering the white sheet behind her.
Everything about her is perfect. From her tits that fit in the palm of my hand to the tiny birthmark on her hip bone. But what stands out most is how she radiates beauty from the inside out.
“You’re stunning, you know that?”
She bites her lip and looks away.
I grip her thighs, pushing them apart. “Now’s not the time to get shy on me.”
It was a stupid thing to say. I realize that, as I stare down at her, wondering how the fuck I can pull off pleasuring her in the way I’m used to. Would kneeling down kill the mood? It’s not like getting back up is the quickest process.
“Santiago?” Chloe props herself up on her elbows.
“Hmm.” I stare down at my leg.
“For fuck’s sake. I. Don’t. Care.”
I reply with a half-assed mumble.
“But I will care if you leave me high and dry, begging for your cock because you’re too self-conscious to take what you want.”
I smirk. “Bossy.”
“I’ll show you bossy. Kneel down before your queen, or else I’ll get the job done myself.”
I shake my head and lower myself down to the ground. Chloe gasps as I trail kisses up the inner part of her thigh. My tongue traces the place I’m dying to taste, and Chloe’s body jolts against the mattress. I switch between sucking on her clit and teasing her entrance.
I obsess over the noises Chloe makes. Every gasp, every moan, every damn sigh coming out of her mouth fuels the monster inside of me. She groans my name as her hands fist the sheets above her head. Her sighs become an anthem in my head I want to replay again and again.
My head grows cloudy as Chloe becomes more desperate for her release. She grinds against my face, and I smile. Her patience fades, and my confidence skyrockets as she latches onto my hair. There’s a bite of pain, and I repay it by a hard suck on her clit.
Her body tenses and her toes curl as another breathy sigh escapes her. She comes apart as I lick her arousal away in tortuous circles, not stopping until her body relaxes under me.
This is something I could become addicted to. Fuck, what am I saying? I am addicted to her.
I don’t know why I was so worried about kneeling. Chloe is incoherent as I speed through the process of rising from the floor.
“Roll to the center of the bed.” I call over my shoulder as I roll the condom down my shaft.
Chloe follows my command. I get on the bed and crawl over her body. Her hand pressing against my shoulder stops me.
“Do you trust me?” She stares up at me.
Do I? I can’t imagine having any reason not to. She’s stood by me for months, supporting me at some of my lowest points. If there is anyone I should trust, it’s her.
My throat tightens as I nod my head.
“Will you take it off then?” She looks down at my prosthetic.
“Take it off?” My voice is nothing but a whisper in the dark. Can I do that? Do I even want to?