I knew I had him where the article had said he needed to be when his hips started to shift slightly, and that’s when I swooped down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. They’d also included some advice on how to stop yourself gagging, so I bent my thumb inward so that it was touching my palm and then squeezed my hand into a fist. Sure enough, when he hit the back of my throat on the next downward plunge, I didn’t gag. Using this new skill, I swallowed around the tip twice, then withdrew, sucking hard as I did it.
I wasn’t expecting the hand in my hair, gently grabbing a fistful of its length, but it just added to the thrill of what I was doing to him at that moment. When I moved downward, the slight pressure made me smirk, but what was even better was when I took more of him or used my tongue and it would spasm.
Remembering something they’d stressed was important, I used the hand that wasn’t stopping me from gagging to cup his testicles and then gently massaged them while rubbing the tip of my ring finger over the soft flesh underneath it. This was a good move because he thrust upward as I did it, and I took even more of him than I had before.
“Ari, you gotta do something,” he moaned, his hand now massaging the back of my head. “I’ll admit defeat, whatever you need.”
Pfffbt, like I needed him to admit defeat.
Employing the full arsenal of tips and tricks, I started working his length, sucking hard, using pulsing sucks, swallowing as often as I could, making him go crazy.
Knowing how close to the edge he was, I sped up the movement of my finger and sucked as hard as I could and swallowed as much as I could of him without either killing myself or pushing the gag trick past what it was possible to do. With one final hard swallow around the tip of him, he let out a yell and started coming in hard pulses. In the past, I’d have begun to stop what I was doing and back away, but they’d said that you should continue and gentle your movements even after he finished, so that’s what I did.
Well, until the hand in my hair tightened again, and he croaked, “I can’t take anymore!”
And that, ladies, is what we call the definition of feeling smug. I’d reduced a normally tightly strung man to limp, overcooked spaghetti, just by sucking him off. And he loved me enough that he’d conceded control for me.
Rising onto my knees, I trailed my hand from his hip up to his abdomen and stopped where I could feel his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath.
“That’s my version of bow to your master,” I snickered, thinking I was being smart until he glared at me. “And you can have your control back now.”
“The second I know you’re good to go again, I’ll show you who’s the master.”
Well, shit!EpilogueArianaSix years later…
This was bad. This was so bad. I had a suspicion I knew the answer, but I really didn’t want to know what it was for real.
Which was kind of how I’d ended up being brought into the ER by my family after I did the math as Tate passed me a beer and I freaked and dropped the bottle. Of course, it couldn’t do what happened in the movies and just break and splash beer on my legs. Oh, no, this one had shattered glass shrapnel everywhere, and now I had little shards stuck in my foot and ankle and a honking big cut where the two met.
And as if that wasn’t torture enough, the beer had gotten inside them. I can’t even begin to describe how painful that was.
Using my engagement and wedding rings as fidget spinners, I stared at a mark on the ceiling and tried to figure out what the shape looked like. A duck? No, there was an extra bulge at the bottom, so it couldn’t be that… Unless it was a duck with an erection? Could they get one?
“Be careful with my baby,” Grams snapped at Chris as he removed a couple of shards on the opposite side of my foot to where Parker was working.
Amazing how five words could make you want to shit yourself, isn’t it?
“I need to get all of these out, Mrs. Townsend,” he snickered. “I’m watching out for your baby, I promise.”
Why did they keep saying the ‘b’ word? Wasn’t I suffering enough?
Then, it hit me again, the same thing I’d been suffering for five days now. “I’m going to be sick,” I gasped, reaching for the nearest thing to me and rolling onto my side to throw up into it.