Page 100 of Stand Your Ground

I reached for her with the hand not still fastened to my cock, tilting her chin until she was looking at me. “I want you to stay right here on your knees, open this pretty mouth of yours, and suck my cock until I come in your throat.”

“Fuck.” The curse from her lips was just a whimpered whisper, like I’d drawn it from her unwittingly, and I couldn’t help but smile at the victory.

In a flash, she regained composure, her lips snapping shut before her gaze was hot on mine. “Good boy. I love when you talk to me like that, when you tell me what you need.”

“You’ll love it even more when I’m making you gag,” I shot back, encouraged. “I saw you when you went down on me last time — the way your hand floated between your legs, the moans you let me feel vibrating through me. You liked it.”

The words were a challenge, one that made Livia’s next blink stutter.

“You were wet from tasting me, and I may be asking for it right now, but you want it, too.”

“So how long are you going to make me wait?”

She punctuated the words with another arch of her brow, and that was all I needed.

I didn’t ask to kiss her.

I slid my hands into her hair, gripping behind her neck, and I pulled her into me like my next breath depended on that kiss. I inhaled the moment our lips met, breathing all of her in. My cock ached with need when her tongue found mine, heat spreading fast and untamed from that point of contact.

I wanted to lose myself in her. I wanted to pass this test and ask for another.

She made a comment about me graduating.

How could I tell her sincerely that the only next step I wanted to take was to be hers?

I snapped out of that spiral of thoughts before it could take me under, gripping Livia’s chin roughly as I ended our kiss. Then, I stood, towering over her, and offered my cock like it was made of gold.

“Open your mouth,” I said, fisting myself as I waited. When she did as I asked, I licked my lips, shaking my head at the perfect sight — the swell of her breasts, her parted thighs, that pink tongue out and begging for me.

I grabbed the back of her head and guided her to me, toying with her at first. I slid my crown over her tongue, in just an inch and back out. Over and over again, I teased and played until she was moaning, her hands reaching between her legs and spurring me on.

“That’s right, baby,” I said, voice husky and raw. “Play with your pussy while I fuck this perfect mouth of yours.”

The moan that earned me was paradise, like cool blue water and warm sand beneath my feet. The urge to fuck her mouth was too strong to resist now, so I moved my hands into her hair and started to take.

I flexed in slowly, all the way, holding her there as her eyes watered — but she kept them locked on me.

“Fuck, yes, Livia. Yes. God, you’re everything.”

I slid out and back in, again, again, picking up the pace each time until I had a steady rhythm that was coaxing my climax to the surface. When I groaned and pinched my eyes shut, Livia smacked my ass and pulled back, making me tremble at the loss.

“Watch,” she instructed, gesturing to the mirror. “And tell me what you want, Rook. Don’t back down now. You want to come in my throat? Tell me how to get you there.” I thought I saw just a split second of vulnerability when she added, “I’m handing you the control. You’ve earned it.”

A switch.

It was a true switch, and I knew without her having to say it that this was a rare fucking gift.

Still, even in the role reversal, Livia drove. She made me ask. She made me say exactly what I wanted. Every time I hesitated, every time my gaze flicked away from the mirror, she stopped.

And so, I watched, the visceral grip of it all so tight I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was too much, the flex of my abdomen as I rocked in and out of her mouth, the perfect slope of her back to the beautiful swells of her ass. I watched her head bob, her hair in my hands, and I felt a roaring fire searing through me.

“Lick my balls,” I said with more confidence than I knew I had.

Livia hummed her approval with a smile before she did exactly what I asked, her eyes floating up to mine.

Andfuck, I wanted to come. I wanted to spill right then and there, all over her. I wanted to paint her and watch the masterpiece unravel in real time.

But there was a desire that burned deeper.