Page 60 of Haunt Me, Maybe

He released my chin, and that hand dropped to wrap around mine, where I still gripped him tight. Together, he moved us up and down his entire length. Slowly. Again and again. His thumb directed mine to swirl over the slippery head before making another pass.

Jaw clenched, he stared at me through half-lidded eyes and leaned back on both palms, practically daring me to be brave enough to continue without his guidance. His body tensed the more I stroked, the harder I squeezed, until one of his thighs twitched every time my hand made it back to what I realized was a very sensitive tip.

More fluid leaked from it. I wasn’t completely naive, I knew what it was—what that meant. What I didn’t know was if it was normal to wonder what it tasted like? But I was worried I’d be seen as too forward. Maybe that wasn’t something that was done the first time someone saw a dick.

“Such fucking trouble,” Wes cursed. He threw his head back, that thigh quaking again, and groaned. With a shaky breath that told me he was barely in control, he fisted the sheets. “Whatever that look is, whatever you’re wanting to do, do it.” Another moan. “Please.”

Before I could second-guess myself, I scooched back until I was off his lap and kneeling between his legs instead. I thought his breathing was labored before—he was full-on panting now. Gripping him, I looked up one last time before timidly licking that swollen tip with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck.”

Wes’s hand buried itself in my hair, like holding on to the bed wasn’t enough to tether him. His fingers tightened around the strands, but I didn’t mind. Swirling my tongue to make sure I got every drop, I wasn’t displeased with the taste.

Licking down the rest of his length, I got lost in the earthy taste of him. Treating him more like a popsicle than a human appendage, I went with what felt right. Fitting all of him in my mouth was impossible, but I attempted it anyway—and then promptly reared back with a cough when his hips jerked, and he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, I—” He cursed and cupped my cheeks to look at me. “I didn’t know you were going to do that, and I couldn’t help but—did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

My eyes watered a bit, but I was fine.

“You just caught me by surprise,” I told him, my hands already reaching out and wrapping around him once more. “Can I try again?”

He groaned, and I grew wet between my thighs at the sound. Gripping the sheets with enough force to tear a hole in the fabric, Wes leveled me with a serious grimace.

“I don’t think I can stop myself from moving again if you put that mouth back on me.”

He seemed convinced he’d hurt me, but he’d done nothing of the sort. In fact, I was sure that now that I was prepared, I could handle him moving again. Not giving him the chance to talk me out of it, I bent down and took as much of him inside my mouth as I could. It turned out not to be that far, merely halfway, but I wrapped my fingers around the rest that couldn’t fit.

Instinct told me to suck, so that’s what I did.

“Holy fuck, Aven!” Wes shouted, his hips thrusting like he promised.

I was ready and made sure to move back and relax my throat so I didn’t choke. It happened again and became a sort of pattern, until eventually, he was clutching my hair and thrusting in my mouth in movements that felt both frantic and controlled. I moaned around him, beyond turned on at how he took control. Goddess, I throbbed the harder he moved.

“Is this what you needed?” he growled, fingers cupping my cheek as his thrusts lengthened. Slowed. “Me to take control and fuck your mouth? To teach you how to take my cock down this pretty throat?”

His fingertips danced down the skin in question as the tip of him pressed deep. I breathed through my nose and blinked—anything I could to not gag.

“Take a breath, Aven,” Wes warned, and I had just enough time to do so before he flexed his hips and went further than before.

Enough to block my airway. Enough to make my muscles bulge around the width of him. My palms slammed onto his thighs, fingers digging in as warmth flooded my throat.

“Good fucking girl.” Another gentle flex. “God, you take me so well.”

Almost immediately, he softened and pulled out, bringing some of that salty fluid with him. I licked my lips when a string followed away from my face. A few tears rolled down my cheeks, but they weren’t from pain.

If anything, I was more turned on than I’d ever been before, and that included when this man had his fingers inside me while staring in a mirror. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing, the both of us winded.

I wiggled where I knelt between his legs. Increasingly aware of how soaked my panties were beneath my T-shirt, I almost whimpered at how badly I needed something to soothe the ache. The heat of Wes’s gaze burned enough to fan the flames. From the corner of my eyes, I saw his hands rest flat on the bed, the angle of his arms telling me he leaned forward.

“I need you to look at me, Trouble.”

Still panting, I lifted my head and was slammed by the absolute untamed heat in his gaze. He looked me over, making sure I wasn’t hurt or upset about what happened. When I didn’t cry or run or do anything else besides wiggle again, his mouth slowly split in a grin.

“My turn.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Wes