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)
His jaw flexed, and I could see the battle in him — years of conditioning telling him to hold the line while every nerve in his body screamed for him to drop the shield.
“I will still be here,” I promised softly. “I will still see you as strong. I will still laugh with you. I will still want you.”
That last declaration came out a little breathier than the rest, my heart squeezing tight with the admission.
Because it was true.
I did want him. I wanted him more than I should.
I stood again, walking toward the dresser where my toys were neatly laid out. My hand closed around the strap-on harness, the cool leather warming instantly in my grip. “This isn’t just for me, Carter. It’s for you. I want to make you feel instead of overthink, to show you your partner’s power — and your own — when you surrender.”
I glanced over my shoulder, catching the way he was watching me like I was both his salvation and his executioner.
“So tonight, you don’t think. You don’t try. You don’t perform.” I stroked the length of the strap-on before laying it neatly across the bedspread — positioned so he’d see it every time his eyes strayed in that direction. “The game is over now. You’ve already won, remember? So now… you feel. You speak your needs. And you let me lead.”
His lids were heavy as he stared at the toy on my bed, and then his eyes were back on mine.
There wasn’t an ounce of fear to be found.
“You sure that thing’s regulation size?” he quipped.
I fought against a smile.
That’s my Rook.
“Up,” I commanded.
Carter rose instantly, unfolding from his knees with that natural athlete’s grace — all muscle and height, completely naked and completely mine for the taking. I stepped into his space, running my palms up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin seep into my hands.
“Hands behind your head,” I instructed.
He obeyed, the motion stretching him out, baring him to me. I circled him slowly, my fingertips grazing his ribs, his hips, the line of his spine — a soft touch that belied the command simmering under it.
I stopped in front of him again, close enough that the heat of him licked against my skin. “Before we start the lesson, I think I’ll give you something you’ve been wanting.”
His brows furrowed in confusion, but the second I let my gaze drop down his body, realization flickered in his eyes.
“At the club,” I reminded him, taking a small step forward, “you told me how much blow jobs turn you on.”
“Fuck, Liv.”
I gave him a slow, knowing smile, but then cocked my head to the side. “Oh, did I remember that incorrectly?”
“No,” he said instantly. “I just… Christ, Liv, if you get on your knees for me, this is all going to be over well before it starts.”
I pulled my ponytail behind my shoulder, bracing my hands on his shoulders and leaning in until my breath was against his lips. “Not all of it. Just round one,” I said with a wink.
And then I kissed a slow, fiery trail down his chest, his abdomen, until I was seated on my knees with his big, beautiful, heavy cock in my face.
“You may touch me,” I said, sliding my hands up his thighs with my nails playfully digging in. “Fist my hair. Set the pace. Make me take you deep.”
Carter groaned when I said those words, when I punctuated them with the first lash of my tongue against his shaft. I ran it from base to tip, slowly, my eyes locked on his.
“To be clear, you are not the one in control. I will stop when I want. You will only come if I allow it. But you may show me what you like. You may beg for what you want.”
His nostrils flared as he stared down at me, and I kept his gaze as I let saliva gather in my mouth and then spit on him, coating him with wetness that my hand could play with.
His moan was deep and throaty when I slid my fist over him, my touch feather-light and teasing. I coated him, and then I squeezed a little tighter, giving him two full pumps before I lowered my lips to his crown.
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.