Page 44 of Kept in the Dark (Hitmen of Ulysses #2)

“Then say that. I cannot know what you want if you do not tell me. I want to hear the words from your pretty mouth before I fill it,” I tell her, giving her the permission she needs to speak the words.

Her eyes close again, and her legs shift, clenching hard. I know she is desperate for a touch between them, and that if I reached down and checked, I would find her dripping wet from more than just the water of the shower. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Good,” I praise, relishing in how flushed her cheeks have become, both from the steam and from the heat inside of her body. “Open.”

Her mouth pops open as if it had a hinge, and I guide her towards my dick, upright and curving like an invitation.

When she is near enough to touch, I relax my arm and let her close the rest of the distance on her own.

I gather her hair to hold it out of her way as she moves her right hand from steadying herself on my leg to wrapping around the base of my length.

Her thumb and middle finger do not meet, even when she squeezes.

Her lips kiss the crown, then the head of me disappears into her rounded mouth.

I feel the warm, silky touch of her tongue against the most sensitive place on my body, and I jerk a little in her mouth.

She smiles and makes a humming noise. My abs flex, my body wanting to surge forward with my hips into the feeling of heat and velvet.

She pulls back and licks around, leaving a wet trail.

“It’s so much easier to suck a small dick,” she mutters, like it was not meant for me to hear.

My hand tightens in her hair. “You had better not be thinking about another man while my cock is in your mouth, my med .” My med. Mine.

At the warning in my tone, her eyes flick up.

There is a flash of defiance, and eagerness, then submission.

As if in apology, she lowers her mouth back around the tip of me and starts to suck.

I curse; the exquisite pressure of her mouth is second only to the warm lave of her tongue.

Her hand moves at the base, maintaining a firm pressure and working up and down with a circular motion on what remains when her mouth is stuffed too full to continue.

This will not take long.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “You are incredible, Nicole. Keep going. Deeper.”

She tries, pushing harder and convulsing around the tip in the back of her mouth. I groan—the pleasure is so great it has almost become pain. She finds a rhythm that does not choke her, and I let my head fall back against the tile. I can still watch the view through half-closed eyes.

She bobs her head and twists her hand, and I am lost to the sensations and the sight of her.

“You enjoy this,” I realize as her eyes drift shut. “You like sucking my cock.”

She hums her response to my question, and my whole body erupts in chills. I know she can feel it happen where our skin makes contact, and I think I detect an excited increase in her pace.

“If I took my fingers and reached down, I bet I know what I would find,” I say, watching her reaction.

One of her brows quirks up in a look of helpless arousal.

I know instantly I have found another thing she likes—the frank, sexual, somewhat degrading talk.

“I bet you have made a mess. I bet you are ready for me again, though you say you are not. ”

She makes another noise, one that might be closer to denial, but her pace increases again. My words are spurring her on.

“I know what you said, but your body tells a different story than your lips. Though now I suppose your lips are too full of cock to say ‘fill me with cock,’” I muse.

She snorts, a thick, wet noise around the length in her mouth that makes both of us groan for different reasons. She gags herself on me again, and my legs tense as my body bows towards her.

“Is that what you want, Nicole? Do you want me to fill you? Do you feel empty without me inside you?”

She whimpers, and the vibrations go straight to my balls. They tighten, and my breath quickens. The nerve endings in the rest of my body awaken, readying to send me over the edge of bliss. She rolls her tongue along the rim of my dick’s head, and my eyes roll back.

“Yes, like that, med . Fuck, you are so good. I am close; you will swallow it all. You can do this, da ?”

A muffled noise of agreement fills the air. Suddenly, she cups my balls with her other hand, and it is like being electrified. My body goes so rigid, so hard that it snaps, releasing in an instant.

She moans. Lost in the moment, I tighten my hold on her hair, groaning through the pulsing orgasm, seeking more of the warmth in my release. My abs are still lurching, caught up in the intensity of the sensations, when she pulls back against my grip.

With a curse, I release her. She swallows pointedly, wiping the corner of her mouth, and takes a few deep breaths.

Through the breathless haze of the release and the swirling steam of the shower, I realize that there is not a drop of my cum anywhere on her.

She swallowed it all, and if the self-satisfied look on her face is any indication, she liked it.

My balls tingle. I will be ready to give her more very soon.

“Come here to me,” I rasp, grabbing her wrists and standing with her so I can kiss her.