“You can take it,” he rasps against my cheek. “I need you to take it so you’re ready for more.”
“I’m ready.” I’ve been ready for years.
“Not for this.” Brendan’s thrusts pick up speed, hitting a spot that makes me shake and scream against his shoulder.
“Yeah, I know about that, and I’ll be pushing that button all night, making you come so hard you cry. I need to make sure you can take what I need to give you. I don’t want you walking away again until we’re both satisfied.”
“I won’t,” I swear hoarsely. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His arm is a steel band around me, holding me close as his fingers thrust deeper, faster until I’m begging for release. “Please.”
“Love you like this. I’m so fucking hard for you,” he growls. “Come on my fingers so I can get you home and stretch this tight, virgin hole with my cock.”
“Brendan!” Small explosions burst along my spine as the orgasm hits me. He swears when I tighten around his fingers but he doesn’t stop, fucking me through every clenching pulse, drawing out the pleasure until I’m spent and shaking.
I didn’t even touch myself, but my underwear has one hell of a wet spot. He did this to me. His dirty promises. His button-pushing.
“Shit.”
I lift my head and see the strain on his handsome face. His brown eyes are nearly black, his cheeks flushed with feverish need.
Still trembling with aftershocks and hungry to return the favor, I scramble off his body and reach for his jeans.
“I need to get you home.”
“You need to come, and I need to have another first.”
“You want to suck my cock, Millie?”
More than you will ever know, I think as I tug his thick erection out of his pants. I’ve wanted him in my mouth for so long. “Lean back, Brendan.”
He lowers the seat all the way now, lifting his ass to push his jeans down to his knees. No underwear to get in the way of this view—smart man—and when I finally get a good look, there’s no doubt how badly he wants this.
“So big and thick,” I say, stroking his shaft with the tips of my fingers and tracing every vein. When I get to the base, I run my fingers through the soft, dark hair that he keeps closely trimmed, cupping his tight balls lightly.
“I want these in my mouth,” I murmur to myself.
“Do it. Whatever you want, as long as you don’t tease me.”
When I lean in and lick the spot right beneath the head of his cock, it makes him wild. “I like teasing you.”
Brendan cups my neck, squeezing a seductive warning. “Not this time. You can’t promise me that pouty mouth of yours and not deliver. I want it wrapped around my cock. I want to watch those golden eyes fill with tears from trying to take me. I need your mouth on me, Millie.”
He’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen and the desire to tease him disappears.
“Show me how,” I say softly.
His eyes flare with possessiveness. “Open your mouth for me, Miller.”
He grabs a handful of my hair, guiding me closer until I wrap my lips around his cock, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can. My eyes nearly roll back from the taste. Why did I wait so long to do this?
You were waiting for him.
Musky man. Salt and heat. Brendan.
His strong thighs quiver beneath my palm, and I know I never want to forget this moment. Any of it. This is what I was waiting for.
His hips tilt up, driving his thick cock deeper, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water and I look up at him, shivering at the satisfaction on his face. That hunger I never expected to see aimed in my direction.
“Look at you,” he says, his tone guttural. “Outside, in broad daylight, taking your first cock. You want everyone to see how hard you make me? You want to send me over the edge?”
Yes.
I’m the one making him lose control now. I’m the one sucking him deep and making him beg. Brendan wants what I can give him. Needs it.
I cup his balls again, tugging until he gasps and his grip on my hair tightens until it’s almost painful. Perfect.
“Harder,” he says darkly. “Suck me harder and finish me off. Then I’ll tie you to the damn bed and take my turn.”
I let him go to press my hand against my hardening erection, desperate for what he’s describing.
“No,” he barks. “That’s mine now. I’ll give you all your firsts. I’ll be the one who makes you come.”
A whimper escapes my throat, and my desire for control starts slipping. I want to give it to him. I want him to take it from me.