Page 136 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I flick the tip of his cock, and he yanks my head backwards, forcing me to look up at him. “If you’re going to do this, stop playing. Open that pretty little mouth and take my cock like the good little whore you are,” he commands roughly.

My eyes darken, desire surging through me. Fuck, when he talks to me like that…

With pleasure, I say through the mind-link before I wrap my mouth around his cock and suck hard as I take it all in to the base, relaxing my throat, but still, I almost choke and slide him out.

Fuck yes. I suck harder, hungry for more – for him. I hear him groan above me, the pleasure consuming him. I keep going, sliding him in and out at a rhythm that’s driving him crazy, and it’s not long before he’s meeting me, thrusting into my mouth harder and deeper each time. My own pussy is soaking wet as I throat his cock, fondling his balls with my hand, the other hand braced on his thigh.

“That’s it… Fuck, I’m close,” he mutters huskily. “Fuck!” he curses when I suck hard, suctioning my cheeks to fit around him tightly. He goes harder and faster, and I can barely breathe, the speed making my eyes tear up as he slams himself down my throat again and again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says roughly.

Good, I want you to come in my mouth, Handsome, I murmur through the mind-link as our eyes meet. Red against blue. His soften slightly, and then he’s cupping me by the back of my neck as he slams into my mouth, delivering a few brutal thrusts before he shoots his load down my throat.

I pull back, just enough so I can swallow his load. I suck on his cock before he pulls out, a bit of cum trickling down from the corner of my mouth. His eyes are fixed on me, his brows knitted in a frown as he catches his breath, his other hand still braced on the punching bag behind me. I let go of his cock, catching my breath.

He releases my hair and wipes his cum from the corner of my mouth with his thumb before slipping it into my mouth.

I suck on it gently, cleaning it before he slips it out and steps back, pulling up his pants. We’re both staring at one another, but neither of us says anything. I don’t know what to say, and neither does he.

He looks away before he turns and begins walking towards the door, raking his fingers through his hair. I whisper the spell to unlock the door as I get to my feet. My mouth still feels bruised and sore, but I feel so full despite still being so turned on.

I stare at the door that swings shut after him.

I don’t know what we are right now, but our connection is undeniable, and we are slowly closing the gap between us.

Of that, I am certain.

Surrender

Jayce

The crack of an ice-cold beer can splits the silence, followed by the soft hiss of escaping gas. Ares takes a big gulp before pinning me with a look that is part judgment and part boredom. “Well, that’s fucking stupid.”

I narrow my eyes at him as Renji stifles a snicker, and Carter smirks, nodding his agreement.

But they aren’t wrong. I know that, too.

“It’s complicated.”

“So, take it slow; I mean, you’re already doing the deed, ya know?” Renji says as he drinks his own can of beer.

My eyes fall on the case; instead of one can left, there are two tonight. It’s hard when one of us is missing. And it’s even more noticeable when we’re together.

Theo, you fucking asshole, where are you?

“How much slower should they take it?” Carter remarks. “I mean, they’re fucking, so what’s the big deal about getting together when you love her?”

“Like I fucking said, I’m fucking stubborn. I know why I’m trying to push her away-”

“And failing,” Ares adds.

I glare at them before sighing. “I can’t resist her. I can’t fucking deny that she’s the only one I fucking want. I can’t keep fighting a losing battle. I fucking know that, alright, I just don’t know how or where to start.”

They exchange looks, and the silence that would usually be filled by Theo hangs for a moment before Carter scoffs.

“Simple. By repeating those exact words to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy to lead the way without putting a name or date on anything. Just go with what feels right.”

“I’m not about to fucking admit that, like that; it’s fucking lame.”