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He untangles his fingers from my hair and brushes the tears from my cheeks. Then he kisses me, slow and deep until I’m moaning into his mouth.
“It’s okay,” he says, breaking our kiss. His breath stutters across my skin as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the center of my neck, all the way to my collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere, Jules.”
He didn’t need to ask about the tears. Somehow, he already knew. It’s enough to open the floodgates all the way. Turning us onto our sides, he gathers me in his arms, one palm at the small of my back, and the other holding my head.
And he lets me cry it out.
All the guilt and shame.
All the love in my soul for this man who isn’t free to be mine.
Everything I’m feeling courses down my face, trembles in my limbs, and flares to life again between my thighs. I cling to him as if he’ll disappear.
He tucks my leg between his and dips his head, coaxing me into another kiss.
Jesus, he knows how to use his tongue. Earlier, he reduced me to an incoherent puddle of lust when he teased me through my panties, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his mouth on me with no barriers.
Tugging on my hair, he tilts my head back and scrapes his teeth down my throat. “I already want you again. Once isn’t enough.”
He’s rock hard against my thigh, just as ready as I am to go again. I don’t think we’ll ever stop wanting each other.
“Take a shower with me?” he asks.
I nod, and he slips from bed before pulling me to my feet. The door to my bathroom stands open, and he leads me in that direction. As soon as we step onto the cool tile, he brings his mouth down on mine and walks me backward into the shower stall. Never severing our kiss, he pushes me against the wall then flips on the spray.
His cock presses into my belly, and I’m curious how it would feel in my hand. Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and caress the velvety smooth tip with my thumb.
“Jesus,” he says, voice strangled as he braces himself against the wall. “Don’t ever stop touching me.”
His vulnerability empowers me, gives me an addictive taste of confidence. I lower to my knees and trail my free hand down his abs while I stroke his cock. Eye to eye with his erection, I lick my lips as his need for me collects at the tip. I don’t care that I’m still wearing his cum, that taking him in my mouth is poking at one of my biggest insecurities. I just fucking need to taste him.
I lift my chin and meet his metallic eyes. “Will you show me how you like it?”
He grabs the back of my head, and water sprays over us, sending tear-like drops cascading down my face. My pulse flutters in my throat as we stare at each other. Several moments pass before he thrusts his hips forward and pushes the soft head of his cock against my lips. As I open for him, I splay a hand on his stomach.
With a groan, he slides in, and his shaft is warm and smooth and thick, and my lips stretch wide around him. Stroking his base with my fingers, I flatten my tongue and let him take the lead. Let his continuous moans guide me.
He shoves deeper, his hand at the back of my head keeping me in place, and even though he’s moaning how good it feels, my old fears roar through me.
Am I scraping him with my teeth? That was one of Chris’ biggest complaints, and he wasn’t as big as Cash. My limbs seize up, and I close my eyes as all of my insecurities stampede through my mind.
He fists a hand in my hair. “Open your eyes, Jules.”
The command in his voice draws my lids up, and I’m met with the image of a man on the verge of coming undone. Chest rising and falling fast, he pistons in and out of my mouth with increasing speed. The whole time, he traps me in his grasp, immobilizing me.
Rendering me helpless to do anything but let him take his pleasure.
To let him fuck my mouth.
I feel used and adored all at once. Powerful and vulnerable and more sexual than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Jules,” he says as a shudder travels through him. “Touch yourself.”
I dip my hand between my thighs. He’s taken control of my mouth, leaving me free to focus on rubbing myself to climax. Stroking my clit with my middle finger, I keep pace to his thrusts, and every inch of my skin flushes. I moan in abandon, my impending orgasm vibrating off my lips and around his shaft.
“Don’t come.”
Questioning him doesn’t occur to me. I halt my fingers before the tension building inside me has a chance to gush free.
“The next time you come,” he chokes out, shoving the tip of his cock between my tonsils until I’m gagging, “it’s gonna be on my tongue.” He comes in a torrent of grunts and groans, and there’s nothing polite about the way he’s holding me to him while he empties down my throat.
It’s raw and dirty and sexy-as-fuck.
He didn’t just show me how he likes it.
Didn’t just take the lead.
He fucking owned me.
26. Alpha
Cash
The memory of Jules on her knees with those luscious lips wrapped around my cock will haunt me for the rest of my life. So will the desperation in her eyes. That glimmer of need is still festering in her brown depths, because I told her not to come.
And she listened, which completely blows my mind. Her trust in me is humbling. It’s awe-inspiring. I can’t wait to take my time with her, to coax her toward that cresting wave before dropping her into the abyss of sexual purgatory.
Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of keeping Jules on edge and watching her fall into madness with the need to come.
We end up back in her bed with the sunlight spilling over our naked bodies. Her blond locks tickle my face as I spoon her. I can’t keep my gaze from straying to the sunflower bouquet on her nightstand. The poor thing is past the throwing-out stage, but she kept it anyway.
Palming her breast, I kiss my way along the curve of her shoulder, and her nipple pebbles against my hand. Goosebumps arise on her skin.
And my cock is already throbbing for more.
“Did I suck at it?”
“Jesus, Jules. You sucked the fuck out of it.” I draw the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. “And I mean that in a good way.”
A nervous sigh stutters from her lips, and even though we’re talking about something that’s a huge deal to her, she’s still flushed from arousal. “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“That’s not even possible. Everything about you has me wrapped, including your mouth. You could suck me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.” Parting her thighs, I draw her leg back and drape it over mine, opening her for the touch of my hand. And for the longest time, I drive her wild by gently rubbing her clit.
I’m high off the pleading sounds she makes in the back of her throat, the way her legs quake as I dip two fingers into her drenched pussy. But every time she approaches that inevitable summit, I snatch her back before she can dive off the edge.
“Please,” she whimpers.
My uneven breath blasts her neck. “Begging turns me on so much, Jules.”
“You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”