Page 15 of Quiet Rage (Wicked Falls Elite #5)

Hearing her say it out loud makes me twitch and swell, but that’s not what I have in mind now. “I was thinking more about getting you on your knees.” I’ve been thinking about it a lot. More than she would believe.

Her throat works when she gulps before her red-rimmed, swollen blue eyes drift downward to my crotch. She doesn’t waste any time. “And then you’ll let me go?”

I can only nod over the sudden tightness in my throat. I don’t think anybody could blame me for wondering if I really did finally fall asleep, and this is all a dream.

But no, the sight of her lowering herself to her knees without arguing is very real. Just as real as the touch of her hands to my waistband. I hold my breath, watching as she moves almost robotically through the process of letting my jeans drop to my ankles, leaving me in my boxer briefs.

Now she looks unsure of herself, but she’s not going to let that stop her. I can almost hear her thoughts since her face is so expressive. They might as well be printed across her forehead. It scrunches in concentration as she lowers my waistband and my cock springs free.

“Get to work,” I tell her, aching, already oozing a bead of precum from my tip. I can’t help it. I have imagined her this way so many times, and now here she is. And she has no choice.

Her nostrils flare when she takes a deep breath, but she wraps her hand around me without hesitating and guides me to her mouth.

Fuck, yes. Yes, this is good. Warm, wet. “Nice and slow,” I tell her, even though I know she wants to get this over with so she can leave. “Make sure I’m happy, or we’re not going anywhere.”

She gags a little but continues taking me inside, sinking lower an inch at a time. The anticipation builds the deeper I sink, until I hit the back of her throat. “You can do better than that,” I mutter. Only around two-thirds of me is inside her.

She grunts her disagreement and shakes her head a little, then wraps her hand around the rest of me.

“That’ll do,” I decide, closing my eyes, letting the sensations overtake me.

I want to enjoy this after imagining it so many times.

Finally feeling the wet heat of her mouth instead of jerking off to the thought.

It’s not long before sloppy, slurping sounds fill the air.

I’m on fire, burning a little hotter every time she descends on me, every time her tongue strokes the nerves under my head.

“Have you been practicing?” I ask, my voice thick with pleasure.

“Or maybe those memes aren’t fake, and you really do make your money like this.

” All she does is increase the pressure, her cheeks hollowing out from the force.

Holy shit, that’s good. My hands find her head and sink into her golden hair.

But instead of using her, moving her up and down and fucking her face, I’m okay with letting her take the lead.

She’s doing so well on her own, after all.

It’s nice to be able to let go, to let her handle it while I enjoy myself.

And I am enjoying it. Every sloppy sound she makes, every time I press against her throat and make her gag a little. It all adds up to something that’s going to be mind-blowing by the time it’s over.

And the time is coming fast, no matter how much I want to drag it out.

“That’s right, keep going,” I urge, breathless now, on fire thanks to the way she uses her hand along with her mouth.

Has she been watching videos? I don’t care.

I only care that she’s damn good at this, so good my balls are lifting and my body is buzzing, preparing for the end.

“Look at me, Tamson.” Opening my eyes, my gaze down at her. Her golden head bobbing, her tits bouncing in time. With her face in my hands, I murmur, “Look up at me. I want you to watch me come.”

That’s what does it. When our eyes meet. Her baby blues stare up at me while her head continues to move and her hand works close to my base, and I can’t take it; it’s too much, I have to give in.

There’s no time to warn her before the first blast comes straight up from my balls and sprays the inside of her mouth.

Her eyes go wider, bulging, before she starts to gag.

“Swallow,” I order, still holding her gently but with force in my voice.

“Swallow it all. Let it go down. Relax.” And while I speak, relief spreads through me, filling me with peace. Finally, I’m relaxed. At ease.

“Good girl.” Running my thumbs over her cheeks, I pick up what’s left of the tears that fell before. My ears are ringing, and my head is spinning a little and damn it, I’m going to want that again. “You did a good job.”

She lets me fall from her lips and runs a hand over the back of her mouth in disgust before standing. “Can I go now? I just wanna go home.” Her chin trembles, and I really wish the sight of it didn’t flood me with fresh, boiling guilt.

“Go ahead,” I tell her, zipping my jeans. “Be my guest.”

Only she looks down at herself, then back up at me. “Like this?” She slips past me and goes out into the hall, heading straight for the bathroom across from here. Her deep, loud groan tells me what I already guessed. Her clothes are gone.

“They took my backpack, too,” she whispers, standing in the doorway. “My keys were in there. My phone.”

I sure as hell can’t make her walk home in her underwear. “Fine. I’ll drive you home.”

“Like this?” She barks out a bitter laugh, holding her arms out. “Yeah, I’m sure that won’t look weird at all.”

“Here.” As much as I like looking at her body, ripe and full and creamy, I know what I have to do. I strip off my sweater before I can change my mind and hand it to her. “Put this on. You can wear it home.”

I’ll have to talk to Tiana about getting her shit back, but something tells me I shouldn’t mention it now. I don’t think she would want to hear it, and what I need to do first and foremost is get her home. I don’t want to spend another minute feeling like shit because I let this happen.

She yanks the sweater from my hand and pulls it on like her life depends on it. I guess she feels like it does, as cold as she must be. It hangs on her like I guessed it would, reaching her knees, making it so she has to roll up the sleeves a few times for her hands to be visible.

I wish she didn’t look so damn cute like this.

I wish a lot of things right now, as we leave the building without a word.

She walks with her head down and her arms wrapped around herself, refusing to look at me even when I open the passenger door for her to scramble inside.

She’s shivering hard enough to make her teeth chatter so I turn on the heat to help warm her up.

Slowly, she relaxes as it gets warmer, but she still won’t say a word. I know better than to ask her to.

Besides, I wouldn’t know what to say back. Talking has never been my thing, even with my friends. All that matters is getting her home.

And if she thinks there’s anything weird about me knowing the way without having to ask, she doesn’t mention it. She just holds her hands out toward the vents blowing warm air, taking any little bit of comfort she can while silent rage rolls off her.

I know that feeling too well.