Page 20 of Apricity (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse)
Alessandra
Ho. Lee. Fuck.
I don’t even have the synapses needed to think. They’re all going haywire, short-circuiting all over the place at Cole’s command.
Blinking myself back into focus, I rise to my knees and try to bend at the waist to take him into my mouth but without the use of my hands, I try and fail, faceplanting on the bed.
“Up you go, sweetheart.” Hawk tugs on some of the ropework around my hips and along my spine, hauling me back up until I’m face to face with the dragon that is Cole’s cock.
It’s large. Not necessarily as long as the others, although he’s definitely packing, but in girth, and I’m finding it difficult to imagine taking its entirety into my mouth without the use of my hands .
Cole palms my hair in one hand and pulls back gently. His other hand, placed under my collar bone, helps hold my torso up even more. “Open up, my pretty little slut.”
I do so, sticking my tongue out as I look up at Cole from under my eyelashes.
He’s looking at me so adoringly, which is in complete opposition to his degradation.
And his degradation is in complete opposition to the wetness pooling in between my thighs.
Never would I have ever though that being called a slut would become an arousal trigger.
But here I am, a puddle of lust, ready for them to do as they will.
“It’s time for some throat training.”
That’s all he says before he places his cock on my tongue and presses in. Inch by inch, he thrusts steadily until he hits the back of my throat causing me to gag but instead of releasing me, he continues, pressing in further.
“I said open up, Aly. Stretch your throat for me. Let me in.”
My eyes water from the sheer will it’s taking me not to throw up all over his dick. I don’t want to die by aspirating my own vomit, but I trust Cole. I know he’d never let it get to that point so I push on, focusing on his voice and his eyes that are centered completely on me.
I have no idea how to open my throat. I can barely get my brain to function besides normal involuntary activity, you know…like not dying on massive dick, but somewhere in the mix of everything, it gets me to swallow.
“Yes… fuck yes. Just like that. Do that again.”
I swallow around his dick again and this time, he pushes it further down my throat until his entire length disappears within me. My lips press firmly against his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out completely .
“So fucking good, beautiful. One more time. Take it all the way down for me,” he groans before pushing his length back into my mouth.
Cole assaults my face over and over until I’m a mess of tears, sweat and drool.
My throat hurts a bit but the look in his eyes, as he caresses my face after he pulls out a final time, is enough to make me forget any of the pain.
I’m light-headed, dazed, and amazed that I even took that monster down my throat, but the seeping wetness from between my legs makes me want to beg him to do it all over again.
“Holy shit, man, take it easy,” Jax says from his place next to me, concern etched all over his face.
“Alright, that’s it,” Cole says in a huff as he turns to Jax. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. You need to learn to let it go. To trust us.” He pauses for a second, cocking an eyebrow at Jax. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, with my life,” Jax responds immediately.
“No. Do you trust me with Aly’s life? To protect her even when you’re not in the picture? To trust Hawk to do so as well?”
Jax hesitates and that’s all Cole needs to press on as I recover for a second.
“Let me show you what Aly experiencing. Not as intricate but just enough to get you to relinquish your obsession with control for one goddamn second.” Cole steps away from me, enhancing the seriousness he has for the situation. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Jax responds hesitantly.
“Then let me try something…”