Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I wanted to taste him.
The thought surprised me. This was Carter we were talking about. This was the kid who’d been tossing shameless lines at me since the day we met — all performative swagger, no follow-through. I’d always seen him as more of a harmless flirt, someone I dismissed with a sarcastic quip and an arched brow. I’d brushed him off with a smirk and a roll of my eyes, playing the part of unimpressed more times than I could count.
But right now, he was following my direction.
He was obeying.
And it turned me on.
“Sit,” I said, nodding to the plush rug in front of my fireplace.
This maneuver was more graceful, Carter somehow making it look easy when he sat without the use of his hands. I wordlessly bent to untie his wrists, then ordered him to lay back. Once he did, I bound him again — this time, his hands above his head.
“The same rules apply, Rook,” I said. “No touching. Mouth only. Your hands stay here. Understand?”
He nodded.
I stood, stripping out of my panties and garters.
And then I straddled his face backward so I could have a view of that beautiful cock.
Carter groaned at the first taste of my pussy in this position, and because I knew it’d be tempting for him, I rested my shins over the top of his biceps and hooked my heels over his forearms to keep his hands in place above his head.
Then, slowly, I began to ride.
“Follow my lead,” I told him. “Can you figure out what I want without me having to ask?”
His need to do well wafted off him like smoke, each stroke of his tongue purposeful and seeking. I rolled my clit against that tongue when he extended it, moaning at the friction, and then I stilled, seeing if Carter would catch the hint.
And like a good boy, he repeated the motion, tongue flat and lapping at my clit as he hummed deep in this throat. The sound was delicious, and the only regret I had from sitting backward was that I couldn’t watch his eyes as he tasted me.
But I had a view of his hard cock, now so erect it didn’t even rest against his stomach like it did in the chair. I was tempted to reach for him and give him one pump just to fuck with him, but I resisted.
Tonight was about him learning to make me come.
He’d be lucky if I let him do the same.
Pushing up onto my knees, I toyed with my breasts, riding Carter’s face as I continued to coach him through it.
“Softer, slow it down.”
“Now pick it up.”
“Use a little teeth.”
“There you go.”
“Circle my clit with your tongue.”
“Now suck.”
“That’s it.”
“Harder.”
“Faster.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t stop.”
He moaned and panted with every command, every praise, his body growing more and more rigid under mine the closer he got me to release. And when I felt like he’d taken the lesson I’d provided, I gave him what he’d worked so hard for.
I let my eyes flutter shut, let my head fall back and my mind turn off. I was no longer teacher. I was taker. My lips parted, a low moan rumbling out of me as I plucked at my nipples and let myself sink lower onto Carter’s face.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and I ground my hips harder.
“Suck my clit,” I breathed. “Little pulses. Don’t fucking stop.”
When he surrounded my clit with his lips and did as I asked, my orgasm began to crest. Tingles started in my toes and slowly raced up my legs, body buzzing, blood humming. Carter sucked in rhythmic pulses just like I’d asked, and I fucked his face hard, reminding him who was in control.
And this was the part I loved most.
When a sub was working hard for me, when my pleasure was at the forefront of their mind, when I was revered and cherished.
“Such a good boy,” I purred. “You want me to come?”
No answer but for him to suck harder, meeting my urgency. I smiled and rolled my hips harder, faster, chasing my release.
And that’s when I noticed it.
I wasn’t the only one tensing.
Carter’s abs were strung tight, flexing in labored twitches. His work between my legs was just as good as before, but I could tell it was harder for him now. His thighs were taut. His toes were curling.
He was trying not to come.
His breath caught, a groan vibrating my cunt again. It felt delicious, and the way he was sucking my clit, the sight of him nearly losing control just from tasting me.
It was all I needed.
“Hold it,” I warned him as I found my release, but as I let go, as I fucked his face harder and moaned and let the wave take me under, he broke.
My first moan had him drawn tight, his hot breath choking out of him against my pussy. He didn’t let up, didn’t stop pleasuring me, but when I moaned again and fully succumbed to my orgasm, he followed right behind me.