Page 73 of Rev

Iwantto do this. I want to erase the past. And that’s what I’m going to do, darn it all.

I sit on my heels and hold his eyes, flattening my palms on the hard ridges of his abs, drag them down his thighs, just to either side of him.

He’s tensed. Gripping my hair in a knot against my scalp—it doesn’t quite hurt. He’s watching. Ready. His organ strains, a thick column of manhood flat upright against his belly, the tip dancing at his navel, bobbing and weaving with his slow, deep breaths.

Nerves jangle inside me. I’m shaking all over.

I can’t do this. I’m going to chicken out.

Before I lose my nerve entirely, I surprise myself—and Rev…by taking him into my mouth all at once, wrapping my lips around him, tasting his flesh on my tongue, feeling him force my jaws wide, so thick is he.

Rev grunts in surprise, and I look up at him, terrified beyond words that I’ll see disgust on his face, see his lip curl in derision.

Instead, I see his eyes slide closed, his mouth go slack, his face smooth out—his expression is one of pure ecstasy, utter relief. “Fuckyes, Myka. Take my cock.”

My core throbs at his words.Take my cock. His voice echoes in me. The sound of his voice rips through me—the raw, ragged need, the breathless wonder.

Careful to keep my teeth away from his tender flesh, I slide my lips down his length, tongue again the underside, until he nudges at the back of my throat. Until I can take no more. I back away, slowly, and curl my hands around the thick base, another above that, pulling him away from his torso. Moving slowly, deliberately, exploring my own reactions to what I’m doing to him, to how he feels in my mouth, how he tastes, I take him again. And again, a rough groan escapes his clenched teeth, as if ripped from his chest.

“Fuck,fuck,” he hisses.

Terror at doing it wrong, at him not liking it recedes. Fades to faint glimmer in the bottom of my gut.

I watch him from under my eyelashes as I move my mouth up, pause at the top to suck, daring a lick to the tip—which makes him rumble deep in his chest, his fist tightening in my hair until it does twinge. And even that, I like.

“Myka, fucking hell.” He snaps his eyes open, their black depths blazing. “Can you take it?”

“Take it?” I whisper, my lips moving against the plump brown head of his manhood.

Of hiscock.

My heart jumps when I even think the word, but again, lightning fails to strike me.

He tilts my head backward via his grip on my hair. “My cock. Can you take it all?”

I lick my lips, holding his eyes as I caress him with my hands, in absence of having him in my mouth. I don’t know what it says about me, but Ilikethis. Everything about it. His rough grip, the way he tastes, the huge hot hardness of him in my mouth. His reactions.

My gosh, his reactions. The way he hisses, the way he curses, like he simply cannot handle the way I’m making him feel.

He pinches my chin, pulling my jaw down. “Can you take it, Myka?”

“I…I think so?”

He grips himself in his huge fist, angles himself at my mouth. “Then open up.”

I part my lips for him, take his cock in my hands. He lets go of himself and cups the back of my head, fingers still knotted hard in my hair at my scalp, keeping my head tilted where he wants it.

“Wrap that pretty fuckin’ mouth around me,” he murmurs, and I do so, taking inch after inch into my mouth. “Yeah, fuck yeah, just like that.”

His jaw clenches with his lips parted, his eyes now locked on me, on him in my mouth. “Nowtake it, Myka.”

He flexes his hips. I gasp as he fills my mouth, and then swallow, blink, breathe, just in time for him to tilt his hips again, slowly, pushing into my mouth once more.

His question now makes sense. Can I take it? Meaning, can I take it how he wants—needs, isgoingto—give it to me?

He moves again, more roughly now. I can only manage some of him, and he seems to know exactly where to stop so I don’t gag on him.

“Just your mouth,” he growls.