Page 147 of Collide

Alex lets out a low, shaky groan.

I flick my tongue over him again, this time taking my time with each stroke.

“Good girl,” he breathes, tightening his grip around the nape of my neck, guiding me.

Encouraged, I flick my tongue over him again, wetting the head of his cock, watching his abs clench as he struggles to stay still.

I kiss the tip softly, then run my tongue along his length, pressing wet kisses down the vein along the underside.

His hand flexes in my hair.

“Now…” He says panting. “Open wide and take me in.”

I lick my lips, nerves spiking, but do as he asks. I part my lips and slide down and around his shaft.

The guttural moan that tears from his throat is worth everything.

“Fuck, Elena,” he hisses, hips jerking slightly. “Just like that. Take your time.”

I work him deeper, feeling the stretch of my cheeks, the heat, my jaw adjusting as I find my rhythm.

“That’s so good, Darling,” he groans. “So good for me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair as I bob my head, licking and sucking him, learning what makes him curse and grip me harder.

“God, you feel amazing,” he growls, his hips starting to thrust up into my mouth, controlled but desperate.

I look up through my lashes, seeing his head tipping back against the chair, his fingers clawing against my scalp, his mouth parting slightly as he lets himself go.

I’m doing this to him.

Me.

I feel powerful.

I’m drunk on it.

My core throbs with need, but I focus on him, letting the sound of his broken moans guide me.

“Fuck—I’m gonna come,” he groans. “Take it. Be a good girl and swallow it all.”

I nod, moaning around him, making him shudder.

I move faster, lips sliding, sucking harder. His body tenses beneath me—every muscle pulled tight—until he lets go with araw cry of my name, fingers gripping my hair like he’s holding on for life.

He comes hot and thick against my tongue, spilling deep, and I swallow, just like he wants. The taste, the sound of him, the way he shudders, makes my whole body pulse.

When he’s done, he gently eases me off, brushing his thumb over my wet, swollen lips.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, looking down at me like I’m the only thing in the world.

I study his face, breathless, heart pounding.

“That was a first,” he murmurs, a lazy smile spread across his face.

“A first?”

“No one’s ever let me guide them like that,” he says, voice rough, still catching his breath. “No one’s ever trusted me like you did.”