And then, Colette, little, sweet, virgin Colette, wrapped her swollen, pouty lips around his cock and sucked him hard, right to the back of her throat.
CHAPTER 15
Colette
“Christ,” Blaze swore above her head, as she sucked his cock into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat.
She nearly gagged and pulled back just enough so that she wouldn’t embarrass herself. She rolled her tongue around his cock instead, tasting every single inch of his impressive length. He was salty and musky and dark tasting and she savored every single second of having him in her mouth. Every single second was new and frightening, astounding and amazing.
“Are you trying to kill me over here? You can’t go straight to deep throating without any warning.”
Colette proved him wrong by leaning forward, guiding him deeper into her mouth with the fist she had wrapped around his shaft. He jerked hard, his hips pushing forward involuntarily while he let out a groan that was half curse, half a sigh of pleasure he couldn’t keep inside.
She’d always thought that blow jobs were degrading for a woman. That being on her knees, sucking a man’s cock while he rammed in and out of her mouth, was vulgar. She might be a virgin but that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen her share of movies, read magazines, or enjoyed smutty romances. She did all of those regularly. She’d just never seen the attraction.
She had to admit, with Blaze’s cock halfway down her throat, throbbing and pulsing in her mouth, then pulling back, smearing salty droplets all down her tongue, she finally got it. She got what all the fuss was about.
Because on her knees, she didn’t feel at all degraded. She didn’t feel dirty or used. She felt powerful. She felt a hell of a lot more than that. Sensations that she didn’t understand. She was on fire, the flames spreading over her skin, devouring every single inch of her. Her thighs trembled and it was more than just the aftershocks of the most insane climax she’d ever experienced. She knew that if she looked down between her legs, she’d find herself soaked. She could feel the droplets of her own arousal snaking down her thighs, running all the way to her knees.
All because she had him in her mouth. She liked it. She liked pleasuring him. She liked the gruff, husky sounds he made above her and the way his fingers curled into her hair and he began to guide her face, gently, back and forth.
More salt spilled onto her tongue with every long, slow thrust, and she lapped at him eagerly, craving the taste. Craving the unique, seductive, rawness of him. The intimacy that they shared and the knowledge that she hadn’t done this for anyone else before.
What she didn’t like was the strange possessive light flaring to life inside of her chest. It sparked and unfurled there, right in the center of her. She didn’t like to think about Blaze doing this with anyone else. About him ever having done it or ever doing it again with another woman. She didn’t want him to.
He was an asshole. He was insufferable. He was cold and hard and closed off. This was just sex for him, even though for her, it was a hell of a lot more. It was something transformative and unique. Something she was sure she wouldn’t experience again with anyone else. She couldn’t even think of another man, even though she wanted to. She wanted to conjure up hundreds of potential lovers, just to get back at Blaze for being who he was, but the undeniable fact remained that he would always be her first.
Blaze’s hand tangled in her hair, fisting the strands, pulling so hard that her eyes watered, and pain bloomed over her scalp. He thrust into her mouth harder, and she took all of him. She wasn’t trying to prove a point. She did it because she wanted to. Because, despite everything, she loved it.
“Jesus- Colette- I’m…”
Blaze tried to pull away after his strained words, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept a firm hold on the base of his cock and drove her mouth forward, taking him to the back of her throat again. This time, she gagged, but she refused to pull away or to stop. Her other hand curled around his granite thigh, and her fingers dug into the striated, veiny muscle and smooth, surprisingly soft skin. She shocked herself by trailing her hand up higher and gripping his ass to hold him in place.
God. He had a really, really nice ass. Like, the ass to end all asses. The kind of ass that should be put on a pedestal and worshipped. She hadn’t even got a good look at it, but she felt it, the swell and the roundness and the tight, rock hard muscle below.