Page 86 of Stand Your Ground

When I sucked the first inch of him inside, he shuddered, his hands moving toward my hair. But he hesitated, unsure, his brows folding together as he watched me withdraw and then push down farther.

“I won’t give permission again,” I warned.

Determination settled in on his face, and he grabbed me with force — one hand sliding around to grip my ponytail and the other fisting at the base of his cock. “Open,” he rasped.

I smiled as I did.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Oh, Rookie came to play.

I did as he asked, and then moaned when Carter ran his crown and shaft along my tongue. He inhaled a hot breath at the sound, at the vibration, and then began to slowly fuck my mouth.

He guided himself in the beginning, hand on his cock as he flexed in and out. But when I challenged his pace, when I took more of him than he was pushing and gagged a bit, he cursed, both hands coming to cradle my face.

And he surrendered to his need.

His cock slid inside my throat, deep, enough to make my eyes water when he flexed and held it there.

“Yes, Liv. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

I hummed my approval of the dirty talk, opening my throat and working with my breath as best I could. He was big, and though I’d put myself through deep throat training, it was always a little difficult for me to settle in at first. I had to remind myself I was safe, that I could breathe, that I could take a break any time I needed to.

With that reminder, I relaxed, and used my hands to grab Carter’s ass and help him fuck my throat.

He was tentative at first, slow and reverent from where he watched me above. But the more I swirled my tongue and took him deep, the more I kept my gaze on his, the more erratic he became. He pumped harder, faster, flexing in so deep that I would gag and choke.

And he loved it.

“God, yes. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”

I moaned and nodded, and Carter’s head fell back, all his muscles coiling.

I knew he was close.

And that was the exact moment I pulled back.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his cock jumping when I left it completely untouched. I loved the sight of it, how he trembled and fisted my ponytail tight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Liv.”

I pinned him with a wicked grin, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb before I held up my hands in a silent plea for him to help me stand.

He swallowed hard as he did, his breath fiery and shallow.

“I hope you enjoyed your treat for being a good boy,” I purred, and then I nodded toward my bed. “Now, lie down, lube your ass, and keep fucking that perfect hand of yours while I get ready.”

The storm swirling inside him was so apparent in his wide eyes. There was a little fear there, a little hesitance — but it was overridden by curiosity, by desire, by trust.

“May I kiss you first?”

The question surprised me so much I couldn’t hide my shock. I blinked, lips parting, the words throwing me out of the scene.

Carter didn’t back down. His eyes searched mine, patient.

“Um… yes,” I answered on a whisper. “Yes. You may kiss me.”

I wasn’t sure I understood the relief that washed over him then, but I didn’t have time to process it before his hands were sliding in to frame my face and he was pulling my mouth to his.

The kiss was tender and sweet, longing, like he was trying to speak to me through it. He kissed me once, twice, before opening his mouth and asking me to do the same. His tongue swept in to dance with mine, and electricity sparked between my thighs with the touch.