“No,” he says, turning his attention back to me. “I think I’m ready to come down your pretty little throat now. Don’t flip over, Elise. Get on your knees.”
So help me, I do. And eagerly, at that. Both because he told me to and because I really do want to taste him the way he tasted me.
He’s already thickening again by the time I get on my knees, his gorgeous cock bobbing in front of me. Keith gathers my hair in his fist, and I look up at him through my lashes.
I stick the tip of my tongue out, teasing his head with the faintest touch and moan at his taste. “Mmm, you taste good too.”
But Keith is done with teasing, all pretense gone as he pulls my head back, bending my neck so that I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Put your hands behind your back, Elise. Suck my cock down your throat and make me come. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I have a flashback to him saying that last night and how good that made me feel, and I know for Keith, I do want to be his good girl. I do as he instructed, clasping my hands behind my back and opening wide as Keith presses his cock into my mouth. He stretches my mouth too, my lips as wide as they can go, but I don’t stop.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper and letting him direct my pace with his hold on my hair. He pushes into my throat, and I gag slightly, but Keith doesn’t pull out. Instead, he retreats into my mouth just enough to let me breathe while he strokes my hair. “Shh, just relax. Breathe and let me fuck that sweet little mouth.”
He doesn’t ask, but he looks at me questioningly, so I blink, humming my agreement. Keith moans as his cock jumps in my mouth, making me feel . . . good. He starts slow, thrusting further with every stroke until he’s deep in my throat. He holds me there for a split second, and I work to relax, wanting this, wanting to make him lose control. He pulls back with a shudder and then does it again, and again. I open up more, amazed at how much of him I can take, letting him invade my throat and take me fully.
The next time he holds me, pressed so close to his body that I’m forced to hold my breath, I swallow and hum again.
He loses it, that sexy control snapping like a rubber band as he grips my hair tighter and pistons wildly in and out of my mouth, growling. “Fuck. Swallow it, Elise. Swallow my cum like a good girl.”
I gulp and suck as Keith roars his release, trying to catch every bit as he shoots his salty-sweet cum down my throat, but it’s so much I lose some and it runs down my chin, dripping onto my chest. And he’s still coming, holding himself deep in my throat again as he jerks. When he’s depleted, he leans back, looking down at me with wonder in his eyes.
“God damn. That was . . .” I can tell he’s searching for words, and then his mind settles and he smiles. “Mmm, good girl.”
I grin, pleased that I’ve made him brainless. “Thank you. I aim to please.”
As he watches, I use my thumb to gather the bit of seed on my chin, slipping it into my mouth with a moan of delight at his taste on my tongue. Then I rub the drops on my chest into my skin.
He groans at the sight and scoops me up from the floor, raising me to my feet and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. “Very good girl.”
Chapter 12
Keith
It feels strange yet appropriate to do the interview in bed, although I’m not sure if that was my idea or Elise’s. Either way, it’s a brilliant one.
As we curl up naked over delivered pizza, Elise turns to me, putting her voice recorder in the space between us. “So, we’ve done the history of Keith Perkins in article one. Article two is all performance-related, with an emphasis on the show experience I had at your local venue gig.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she laughs, stretching out with one pink-tipped foot to kick me. “My entire performance?”
“I didn’t include any of that, of course. Despite our current situation, I do know where the lines need to be drawn. And yes, none of what we’ve done tonight is ever going to see the light of day. I promise you.”
There’s a hint of something in her voice that I can’t place. I grasp her chin in my hand, gentle but not letting her look away and hide from me. “Are you okay with where we are right now?”