Page 105 of Captive Audience

“Yes, you can. Show me how you break for me.”

Then he sucked my clit hard and crooked his fingers just right.

And. I. Shattered.

The orgasm slammed into me like lightning. My vision blurred. My body convulsed, and my hips jerked uncontrollably as I released a gush of warm fluid.

I cried out, dazed, overstimulated, and completely undone. My legs trembled. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Fuck.” Rook tensed and let out a guttural groan, still lapping at my clit.

And when I finally looked down, he wore an expression of awe, eyes dark and wild, cock still hard and pulsing between us. “That’s it, love. You did so good.”

My whole body throbbed in aftershocks, and the world spun like I’d stepped off a roller coaster. My chest heaved. My skin felt flushed and damp. Between my thighs, everything felt sensitive, aching, wet.

So wet.

I blinked at the counter beneath me. Liquid pooled between my legs and dripped onto the floor.

Oh God.

I think I squirted.

“Um.” I stared at the mess as mortification set in.

“You came so hard for me, Wildfire.” Rook looked up from where he knelt between my thighs, his beard glistening, pupils blown. “What a fucking gift.”

My face burned. “That’s never happened to me before.”

He grinned, cocky and proud all at once.

I covered my face with both hands.

“Don’t you dare act shy now.” He stood and reached for a towel, soaked a corner of it under the tap. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Rook dabbed at the inside of my thighs first, gentle and unhurried, then cleaned the countertop and floor while I pretended I didn’t want to escape and hide in the closet. He grabbed a fresh towel and wiped his beard. When he was done, he came back to me, cupped my jaw, and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded. “I’m sure I’ll get over my embarrassment sometime in the next decade or two.”

“There’s nothing to feel self-conscious about.” He smirked. “And you’re not the only one who made a mess.”

My gaze dipped to where Rook dragged the towel over his cock as it eased down.

My lips parted. “You came, too?”

Without even touching himself?

“Aye. Just from watching you come apart.”

He tossed the towel into the hamper before helping me off the counter. I let him dress me in one of his black T-shirts. No underwear, no pants. Then he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?”

“Carrying my wife to bed.”

I didn’t have the energy or inclination to fight him over it.