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He smiles and reaches out to brush my hair back over my shoulder. "Use your mouth," he says. "Kiss, lick, suck, but be careful with your teeth. Take your time to explore. There's no rush."

My heart pounds in my chest as I lean down and press my lips against the tip. He's soft and smooth, and I can taste a faint saltiness. I do what he said, kissing and flicking my tongue out to explore the ridges of sensitive skin.

When I wrap my lips fully around the tip and use my tongue to lick up the line on the underside of his cock, Mark groans again, his hand tangling in my hair. "That's perfect," he says. "Now, try to take me in further and suck in the same way you were stroking me before. Up and down. Slowly. Just a little at a time."

I do as he says, my lips parting to take him in. He's big, though I have no prior experience to compare him to anyone else, and I don’t think I’ll be able to take him all the way. I suck him in slowly, inch by inch, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I go.

"Fuuuuck," he half-whispers, threading his fingers through my hair but not putting any pressure on my head. He’s still letting me go at my own pace, which I appreciate. "You’re so fucking good at this."

I moan with my lips around his cock, partly in acknowledgment and partly because his words turn me on much more than they should. The desire to make him feel as good as I felt the other night overwhelms me, and I attempt to take him even deeper.

Needing to take a breath, I pause to look up at him, my eyes watering slightly. He's watching me with dark eyes and parted lips. I can see the effect I'm having on him, and it spurs me on, making me want to give him more.

"You can use your hand at the same time," he says. "Stroke me while you suck me. The tip is the most sensitive part, so you can focus your tongue there and use your hand for the rest."

I do as he says, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and stroking him in time with my mouth. The combination of sensations seems to drive him wild, and his hips lift in rhythm with my strokes.

"God, that feels good," he growls.

I continue to stroke him, my confidence growing with every soft moan and gasp that escapes his lips. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that I can bring this powerful, confident man to his knees with just my mouth and hands.

"Claire," he warns, his hand tightening in my hair. "I'm close. If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you should pull back now."

Moaning again to let him know I heard him but am not stopping, I continue to work his cock with my hand and mouth. I want to taste him, to know what it’s like to feel him come undone beneath my touch.

He stills a fraction of a second before groaning and pulsing in my mouth. I’m not sure what to expect, but it isn’t unpleasant, and I swallow it down quickly while keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

When I’m sure he’s finished, I sit up and wipe my mouth with my sleeve, grinning at him when he catches my eye.

"I’m not gonna lie, I’m really fucking impressed." He grins back. I’m not sure if he means it sincerely or if it was justbecause that was my first time sucking dick, but either way, I’ll take it.

"I have a good teacher," I quip. "So, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

He raises an eyebrow, pinning me with a stare that makes my stomach flip. "Oh, I’m not done with you yet."

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

MARK

Clairefalls back against the couch beside me, back to her shy, adorable self but with a self-satisfied smile.

After a few seconds of silence, she asks, "So, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Oh, I’m not done with you yet," I tell her, tracing a finger up her thigh.

Her eyes widen and her head snaps to me. "There’smore?"

"You didn’t think I was just going to have you suck me off without me getting to return the favor, did you?"

"I, uh, I didn’t think—" she stutters, trying and failing to find the right words. Her awkwardness is so fucking endearing, and I can’t help but smile.

"No need to think," I interrupt, if only to put her out of her misery of trying to string together a coherent sentence. In an instant, I stand and lift her from the couch, and she squeals and giggles as I carry her down the hallway.

"What are you doing?!" she laughs.

"You got a taste of me, so now I get one of you. It’s only fair, right?" I toss her onto my bed and wink when she stares up at me.

Surveying her expression, I step between Claire's legs and hook my fingers over the waistband of her pajama pants before tugging them down. In response, she lifts her hips, giving me permission to pull her pants off.