He reached her, and she stood on her toes to offer herself to him without hesitating.
He briefly continued to torment her by pulling his head back, so he remained just out of her reach. “Such a good little listener,” he mused, right before he jerked her against him and sealed his warm mouth to hers.
Tish could count on her fingers how many times she’d been kissed, but none of those unmemorable lip locks could have prepared her for what Josh did to her then. He used his hands and lips and tongue to deliver assault after assault on her senses. He grasped her jaw and squeezed lightly to pop it open, and her mouth was invaded by an expert. His tongue thrust in and tangled with hers, rolling playfully before he dominated by capturing her between his teeth. He sucked gently and repeatedly on her tongue, and all she could think was how badly she wanted him doing that to other areas of her body. Her moan disappeared down his throat but was followed by another almost immediately when his taste registered. He was rich and too decadent for a man who rode a Harley and wore a cut that scared the shit out of most people. Forgetting modesty, Tish tugged at her hands that were trapped between them and finally, greedily touched all that had seemed forever out of her reach. Josh made a pleasured sound when her bare breasts pressed into his chest. It matched the high-pitched one she made for the same reason. He cupped the exposed globes of her ass and kneaded them as he ground that titanium bulge against her belly.
“Jesus,” she panted when he dragged his lips over to nibble and lick at the corner of her mouth. “Knew you’d be like this. So perfect for me.”
“So wrong for you,” he corrected as his hold on her tightened. “But it’s too late for regrets now. Your ass is fuckin’ prime. Can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.” He let go of one cheek and worked his hand between them to get at her breast. When he plucked at her nipple, her nails sunk into his shoulders. “Goddammit, Tish. It’s way too late because I changed my fuckin’ mind. Just like I knew I would once I touched you.” Remorse flashed across his face but left as quickly as it had appeared.
She wasn’t sure what he’d changed his mind about and didn’t care right then. “Good. Can I play first? I want to see you and touch you.” She pressed her belly into that rigid pole that was sandwiched between them to make sure he knew what she was asking for. “I’ve waited longer than you have,” she snuck in when it looked as though he was about to refuse her.
“That’s because you’re loyal and damn near perfect. You’re sure as fuck stronger than I am. Proof: I’m too weak to keep my cock out of you, so I’m taking this mouth as mine. Any objection to that?”
“None.” Zip. Zilch. Nada.
A pained look crossed his face. “You should object. You should object to the point where you knee me in the balls and bruise my dick.”
She shook her head and dropped her eyes to the tip of his goatee that was a little longer than the rest of it, admitting, “I’d rather put it in my mouth. I want to feel what happens to you when I suck on it.” I want to make you come. Then I want to swallow it and enjoy the satisfaction of knowing it was me who brought you to the point where you lost control, she added in her head, too shy to say it out loud.
He looked at her for an extended second, then seemed to give up. “Fuck it,” he muttered before gifting her with another ravenous kiss that made her head spin. “You sure you wanna go first?” he asked when he allowed her to breathe again. She nodded. “Fine. Will it offend you if I order you to your knees?”
She all but collapsed to the floor as her answer, partly from weakness, but mostly with anticipation. The coarse fibers of the rug scratched at her skin, but she barely felt them. Having seen movies and gifs galore showing girls giving blowjobs, she couldn’t believe she was finally going to join the ranks. She swiftly opened his belt, button, and zipper, and, burrowing in with her embarrassingly eager hand, she found he was swinging free and clear of any underwear. Naughty boy. Her fingers closed around what could only be described as hot, hard, and intimidating, and she glance up when Josh hissed and slammed his forearm on the wall at her back. He rested his head on it as he watched her pull his cock out, his mouth open, his lips wet, chest rising and falling swiftly.
She dropped her gaze from cataloging his beautiful reaction to her careful touch and drew in a thoroughly impressed breath that ended with a quiet, “Oh God, yes.” His shaft was thick and veiny. It was hard as stone and topped with a puffy head that was shiny and a dark angry red color. Incredible. It wasn’t obscenely long, unless one considered seven or eight inches obscenely long, which she did because anything would be to her. But it was his girth that held her attention, and made her pussy clench reflexively, begging to be used. This thing would tear her apart if he ever agreed to fuck her. Please agree to fuck me, she pleaded silently.
“It shouldn’t be going down like this. It’s happening in the wrong order.” Josh brought her face up by cupping her jaw. Her eyes stayed on his cock until the very last second. “All wrong. For starters, it should be me at your feet. Always.”
She pulled out of his hold and shook her head, readying to lose her shit if he tried to stop her now. Rising up on her knees before he could, she excitedly wrapped both hands around him. She balked at the space that remained between her fingers and thumb, then laughed, the sound uneasy. “You’re fucking massive.” Why not be honest? She extended her tongue, unable to wait, and licked around the soft cockhead. Moaning, she dabbed at the bead of moisture at his tip and felt him ripple and jump against her palms. “Mmm, and so delicious.” She’d waited for this for so long, dreamed of it night after night, so giving up on talking, she began sucking her first cock.
She’d always thought she’d perform the act by remembering how she’d seen other women do it in the different forms of media she’d watched. That wasn’t the case. She simply did Josh with no thought but one: pleasing him. She licked down the thick vein that ran along the front and felt something inside her warm when he settled a gentle hand on her head. Up she came, nibbling and licking and sucking gently, unsure how rambunctious she could get away with being. She felt…gluttonous, and she wanted to show it but, again, wasn’t brave enough.
When she reached the top, she locked eyes with him and opened as wide as she could to take him as deep as possible. Her pussy screamed in jealousy that her mouth was so privileged.
Josh’s focus was centered directly on her, his face taut as he murmured under his breath something she couldn’t hear. His eyes rolled slightly, and she increased her suction. She wanted him to enjoy this. To remember it. To crave it from her. She wanted to push him beyond a blowjob. She wanted to have sex with him, to connect with him. Their bodies, yes, but on a deeper level. One he’d never reached with any other woman. But how awful that she was thinking to seduce him into doing something he didn’t want to do.
Awful or not, she proceeded to tempt him by swirling her tongue around the head of his cock a few times before tightening her lips just below the ridge. He grunted when she pulled up slowly, which squeezed the pliable, spongy helmet until it popped free with a wet sound. She moaned her pleasure to let him know she was having fun with her new toy.
“Jesus Christ, Tish. Why am I letting you do this to me?”
“Because I need it,” she supplied before getting serious by opening and sliding further down his length to begin a steady, snug bob he seemed to enjoy if the raw breaths now rasping from his throat were anything to go by. When she came to the top of his shaft, she teased him by nestling the tip of her tongue in the salty slit. Wanting more of that taste, she fisted him at the base, sent her other hand under so she could feel the heaviness of his balls, then took him so far into her mouth it brought him butting up against the back of her throat. Naturally, because she’d never had anything so bulbous back there, she gagged.
“Oh fuck yeah. Eyes up here. Show me,” he demanded roughly. “Show me how my cock tickling that throat makes those baby blues water.” She did, and he traced around her stretched lips with the pad of his t
humb. “Incredible sight. You like it, Tish? Do you like being on my cock?”
She nodded. “Mhm.”
“Then I’m done holding back.”
She popped her lips off of him. “It’s about time,” she said before licking him from bottom to top and taking him back in her mouth.
He chuckled. “Little shit. Just remember, you granted permission.”
She sucked harder, and when his humor fled, she braced herself for him to come at her no holds barred.
But he just sluiced his fingers through her hair and used the hold to move her head forward and back, smoothly thrusting into her mouth. “I dreamed this shit so many times this past year,” he said. “Made me feel like a fuckin’ slimeball, but I still had you on your knees every goddamn night. Will you be afraid if I fuck your mouth for real?”
She slowly slid him out of her. “Will you hurt me?” She swallowed her thickened saliva and could barely talk around the joy bursting through her because he’d just admitted to having fantasized about her, in the same way she’d done about him.
“No, baby. Never.”
She nodded, settled back with her ass on her feet and her palms on her thighs, and opened her mouth. She couldn’t get much more accommodating than that.
“I swear to fuck you’re somewhere in my goddamn head.” He firmed the grip he had on her hair and roughly fisted his shaft. He stroked it a few times in a way that let her know she’d been too gentle with him. He pushed past her lips and slid over her tongue. “You take a breath when I stroke out, because when I get right in there you’re gonna feel like I’m suffocating you. Understand? I’m going as far as your hot little throat will take me.”
She offered her permission by bringing her hands up and holding snug around the backs of his thighs. And he did indeed frighten her by plunging deep; she felt it throughout her entire body. Her jaw protested his size, her gag reflex the hard nudge. Her stomach muscles seized through the retch, but he kept the pressure on until he made it past the barrier trying to deny him entry. Once in, with her nails digging into the firm muscles of his legs, he started to work his length in and out with short strokes that soon became long and roomy. He allowed her a sharp breath when he drew out, then cut her off again when he buried himself to the root. He came out; she breathed, he thrust in balls deep.
“That’s my girl. A fuckin’ student, so sweet and tight. You okay, baby?”
She slipped hands around and cupped his balls, rolling them to let him know she was more than okay. She was fucking fascinated by what they were doing.
He cursed and began thrust over and over without a break, finding and keeping to a steady, unhurried rhythm that she soon, miraculously, got used to. The tension left her body, and she was able to enjoy the unfamiliar invasion into a part of her not normally touched by anything other than food or drink. All of it was so fucking dirty. The hardness of his shaft dragging through her lips and impaling her, the scent of leather, soap, and man, the wet sound of her throat accepting it’s first fucking. And the intense pleasure on Josh’s face, the low, rough grunts coming from his throat? Sexy didn’t even come close. She had to squeeze her knees together to quell the desperate throbbing in her pussy. If she had a little more confidence, she could have used her fingers to make herself come to take the edge off.
He pulled out and she peeked down at his soaked cock glistening with her saliva.
“Look at me while I claim you. I don’t give a fuck that this isn’t your pussy, what we’re doing in this moment makes you mine.” He cupped the side of her face and swept his thumb over her cheekbone. “My sweet, innocent Tish. You waited for me because you want to be mine? Well, now you are.” He pushed into her mouth again and kept going until his balls met her chin. Their gazes remained locked. “Mine. To protect and care for. To fuck and show off. To choke with my cock if I want to. Yes?”
She closed her eyes against the dizziness edging in. The moment the connection between them was broken, he slid his length out. She coughed and gasped for air.
“Give me back those eyes.” His voice was right at her ear.
She forced her lids up, and he took her mouth. The kiss was him staking a claim with a brutal demand that she surrender. He ate at her, slowly and thoroughly until she felt needier than ever. She pulled at his thick arms to bring him closer. “Yes?” he repeated as their lips clung until the very last second.
“Yes, please,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Will you always be so accommodating? Open, baby.” She opened as he straightened, and she eagerly accepted him when he fed himself back into her. His stroke was smooth and shallow this time, with just his cockhead filling her mouth.
Something hit the door. “Tish!”
Tish jumped out of her skin and tried to spit Josh out, but even though she jerked and yanked at her head, he held fast and kept her right where he wanted her. On her knees at his feet, her mouth full of his cock, while her mother, the woman who’d sent him to prison, stood behind a thin panel of wood less than ten feet away.
~ Chapter Six ~
After a brief but deadly glare aimed at the bedroom door, Josh brought his attention back and suddenly appeared totally unconcerned that his best friend’s sister was interrupting her daughter giving him head.
“Ignore it. That’s beyond what’s happening here. It has no place in our private time, and I won’t be pleased if you give it one.”
It took Tish only seconds to agree. All she had to do was remember Rachel’s telling of how she’d stood back and allowed Josh to take responsibility for her selfish, harmful habit. She showed Josh they were on the same page by relaxing her jaw and stroking her tongue lightly around the underside of his cockhead.
“Ung. Yeah. Just like that. You keep your attention where it’s meant to be.” He’d let his hand slide down so he was gripping her nape, with the other, he pointed two fingers at his eyes. “Right here. We’re right here. You and me.”
“Tish!”
Her mother again. She was trashed. So trashed that Tish’s name had come out sounding more like air escaping from a hole in a tire.
“C’mon. ’M hun’ry. C’me make me su’ food.”
That had Josh’s mouth tightening into a firm, angry line. His body rippled with a surge of power that left her skin tingling. “Your daughter’s busy, Rachel,” he snapped loudly, his deep voice bouncing around the walls. “Fuck off and let me enjoy her. She’s not your slave anymore.” He continued to hold Tish’s gaze as he slid that smooth helmet all around her mouth. “She’s mine.” He paired his dark whisper with his hand coming to rest on her throat, his fingers splayed and pointed down.
Her mother didn’t say another word as she wandered away, the sporadic thuds signifying she was bumping into the walls. She didn’t care that Tish was in her bedroom with a man. Had she even recognized Josh’s hypnotic voice?
“Such a good, good girl,” he rumbled for Tish now, making her heart sing because she was pleasing him. She soon forgot the interruption and began enjoying what she was doing again.
Her eyes were sliding closed so she could savor the feel of him, so she’d always remember this first time, this first act they shared as lovers when his grip on her throat tightened.
“Don’t shut me out by closing your eyes. I’m not gonna tell you that again. I need that connection. I’ve avoided meeting another person’s stare head-on for years. Inside, it’s a sign of aggression; something I had to put away for a while.” He unexpectedly pushed through that ring again and seemed to be feeling his length with his fingers on the outside of her neck. Out he came to allow her some air. “More than seven hundred days have passed since you looked at me like this. And to do it while I slide my cock into your mouth; any idea how blown away I am by that?” He shook his head. “Do not leave me out here alone by closing your eyes to the sight of us.”
Moisture rushed in, burning her nose and blurring her vision. Her heart cracked, and fury directed at her mother became an inferno. She tried to dr
aw back, wanting to apologize again, to tell him she would do whatever it took to make up the three years he’d lost because of Rachel, but he tightened his hold.
“No, no, my soft little heart,” he whispered. “You can talk to me later. Right now, you’re going to keep your owner’s cock good and snug in his new favorite place.”
Tish could have sworn she heard the sound of a record needle scratch across vinyl. Some strands of her hair ripped out and her lips made a wet suctioning sound as she tore herself off him.
“My owner?” she sputtered, wiping at the corner of her lips with her middle finger when she felt saliva dripping. Had she heard him right?
Josh took her hand and wrapped it around his wet shaft. He began jerking himself off, holding her fingers tight beneath his own when she tried to pull away. “Where did you learn to be such a lady?” He touched the corner of her mouth that she’d just wiped.
“Josh. You said you were my owner.”
“That’s because I am. But you don’t have to call me that. When I’m inside you, you can call me baby, or Josh, if you wanna get real creative,” he said with a wink. “You know what I watched every fuckin’ day for the past three years? Reruns of I Dream of Jeannie. Every. Fuckin’. Day, Tish. And every fuckin’ night, without fail, I dreamed of you. And you know what you called me when I made you come? Master. It was so fuckin’ hot.”
What. The. Fuck. She tried harder to pull her hand out from under his. The feel of his hard flesh was too distracting for her to concentrate fully on the outrageous shit he was saying. She was slightly ashamed to find she wanted to rub the soft tip of his dick across her lips. But then, they were both clearly insane, so where was the surprise in that?
“Are you crazy?” she asked in a low voice as she tried to identify that bright, excited light in his eyes. It made her hot, and a little bit furious. “You don’t own me. I own me! You think just because I sucked your cock that gives—”
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