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“No.”

My jaw sets and a war strikes out between my brain and body. I haven’t pushed her for anything like this. No blowjobs, no titty-fucks, nothing that could even be slightly perceived as taking advantage. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime.

But hell, I want to see,and feel,her pretty lips take me in.

“Ax, this is what we do for one another. We take care of each other and right now I want to take care of you.”

I swallow and touch her chin, running my thumb over her plump bottom lip. I cock an eyebrow. “Safe space, huh?”

“For both of us.”

That’s when it hits me that there’s a difference here. This is on Nadia’s terms and I need to acknowledge that. Settling back in my chair, I skim my fingers over her cheek, as she reaches for me, running her hands over my abdomen, feeling my muscles before she goes lower, grazing my engorged shaft. She moves closer, inching between my legs. She grips me by the base and bends, tongue darting out and licking the tip, teasing me before pulling back.

“Fuck,” I whisper, trying to control the rise of my hips. “I knew you were trouble.”

She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and says, “I love your cock,” before making a sweet circle with those pretty lips and taking me in.

I groan at the feel of her covering me in wet, slick, warmth. Look, all blow-jobs feel pretty fantastic, but this one is enhanced by the stirring in my gut, the pulsing of my heart. The girl kneeling before me.EverythingNadia does is better.

Best.

It quickly becomes clear that my girl isn’t a novice, that shit’s for sure. A lot of guys would get weird about it, but I like her experience. There’s no hesitation when she takes me in deep, tongue running over the ridge while she hums. She’s got me panting, desperate to thrust. I push my hands into her hair, trying to control myself.

“Darlin’,” I say, fisting her hair, “you take my cock so good.”

“Mmmm,” she hums.

“You gonna let me fuck your face?”

She looks up at me, chest heaving, her nipples hard and pressed into the fabric of her sweater. Her mouth is shiny, red, when she utters, “Please.”

Pushing off the chair, I stand before her, accentuating the ache. Cupping the back of her head, I hold her in place, hips rocking in an erratic rhythm. “You’re the fucking best,” I encourage her, but then she cups my balls and white flashes in front of my eyes. Just when I think she can’t take me deeper, I hit the back of her throat with a punch. “Fucking hell.”

The surge roars, pounding in my ears, my heart, my balls. “I’m close,” I warn, pushing her off with one hand, while scrambling for my hoodie tossed on the back of the other chair with another. “Back up.”

“No.” She grabs for me, sucking me back between her lips. She clamps down and runs her fingers over my balls and that sends me into orbit. I cum hard, anda lot, my balls seizing up and emptying. I keep an eye on her to make sure it’s not too much. She doesn’t just take it, she wants it, looking up at me with those sweet eyes while she sucks me off until there’s nothing left.

Emptied and loose-limbed, I help her off the ground and wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

“That was fucking epic.” I kiss the top of her head. “Way better than an epic-fuck up. And I hate to tell you, but now that I know you can do that, I’m going to badger the hell out of you to suck me off constantly.”

“Good,” she says, cheek against my chest. “I’m relieved. That’s the first time I, you know…”

I frown, confused. “You what?”

“Swallowed. I was afraid I’d panic at the last minute.”

I tilt her face upward. “You’ve never swallowed before?”

She shakes her head. “I was under so much pressure, I always gagged. The…” she inhales, “the other guys didn’t seem to care as long as they got off.”

My heart skitters–partly from wanting to chase down those assholes and pick them off, one by one, for ever making thiswoman doubt herself. The other part? It feels so fucking good that she trusts me like this. That she wants more from me.

“Thank you for giving me that.” I brush my lips over hers. “I know being vulnerable isn’t easy for you.”

It was more than that, but I have no fucking idea how to articulate it. She curls into me and her hand flattens against my chest, and I know for sure she can feel how hard it’s beating–I just wonder if she knows how hard it beats for her.

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