I Married a Master(59)
Author: Melanie Marchande

Obediently, I sucked and swirled, lavishing his thumb with the attention he so badly needed elsewhere.

"Good," he said at last, breathless, pulling his hand away. "Get on your knees, I’ll let you have a taste."

He was long and thick, and throbbing-hard, so much pent up desire, and I wanted all of it. Every single drop belonged to me.

When I took him in my mouth, he let out a long, heavy sigh. His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them again, looking down at me. His fingers toyed absently with my hair.

"I always knew you’d look so perfect like this." His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, heavily. "But it’s better than I imagined."

The last time I’d done this for a boyfriend, he’d almost winced away from it, telling me over and over again that I didn’t have to, really, it was fine. He’d made me feel defective for wanting to do it. But Ben was stroking my hair, eyes burning into mine, making no secret of his desire for my mouth. I could feel it vibrating through his body to mine, a message just for me, not a demand, but a gift. Allowing me the honor of pleasuring him.

Ridiculous.

Except it wasn’t. My mouth watered, and I gave him what we both wanted.

He tasted good. Like salt and desire and masculinity. I loved feeling the pulse of his skin in my mouth, against my tongue. I moaned, and his fingers clutched my shoulder at the vibration of my voice.

It was so beautifully intimate. I never wanted to be anywhere else.

More than intimate; I owned him. In that moment, I held everything in my hand. I was kneeling at his feet, but I had never felt more powerful in my life.

I reveled in everything. The feel of his thigh muscles twitching and tensing under my hands, the way his body subtly rocked towards mine, but he held himself back. His inked-up arms in my peripheral vision. The unmistakable unique scent of man, of this man, so close to my nose, the natural musk of his body for once not overpowered with something that came out of a bottle.

His soft, shaky groan sent a warm feeling spiraling through my stomach. "Baby, if you don’t slow down, I’m gonna defile that pretty little mouth of yours." His breathing hitched, eyes darkening. "But if you…" He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. "If you don’t want it, you’ve got about thirty…"

I swirled my tongue around his swelling tip, and he shuddered all over.

"…mmm, make that about ten seconds…" His voice broke over the last word. "Oh, fuck. Fuck." Eyes squeezing tight, hands clenching my shoulders, he cried out, a sudden burst of incoherent sound that made my core clench with need all over again.

"Fuck," he breathed out, as I swallowed and released him.

A moment later, I let him pull me to my feet and wrap his arms around my waist. "I’m afraid to ask why you’re so God damn good at that," he rasped, nuzzling his face to mine. Instinctively, I kept my mouth away from his, knowing most guys were squeamish about that kind of thing.

"I certainly haven’t had much practice." I laughed a little. He was just flattering me.

"Hey." His lips brushed my cheek. "Let me kiss you."

"Sorry," I muttered. "Didn’t think you’d want to, after…"

"Oh, so it’s good enough to be in your mouth, but not in mine?" He captured my mouth, spearing his tongue inside to drive the point home. I moaned against him, still quivering from my climax, feeling weak and delicious wrecked. Finally, he released me, even more breathless than before. "You’ve sucked off some real assholes in your day, sunshine. I bet I don’t even rank."

Laughing, I pulled away just far enough to see his face. "I never said you did. Assholishness isn’t relative. And some people are ruder in bed than others."

"I mean technically, we’re nowhere near the bed," he said, sensibly. "You think this is good, I’ll treat you like damn royalty in there."

I sighed. "Well, thanks for being nice about it, anyway."

"Being nice?" he repeated, his eyes flashing with irritation. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I know I can’t possibly be that good at it," I said. "But, you know, I appreciate you pretending like I was."

His eyebrows shot up. "You know, I should just be angry at whatever one of those past assholes made you feel inadequate, but I’m actually offended. Believe it or not, it usually takes me some time to finish like that."

"That was definitely not no time," I protested. "I mean – it wasn’t too long. I mean, it wasn’t a short time either, it just…"

"Slow down before you hurt yourself." He grinned. "You’ve got a peculiar effect on me in general, sunshine, that’s no secret. But you’re also really fucking good with that tongue of yours."

"Thanks." I was blushing all over, but I found I didn’t care. "You, too."

"See, that I believe," he said. "You gotta learn to accept complements."

"Is that an order?" I blurted it out without thinking.

He stopped, midway through zipping his fly back up, and cocked his head slightly. "That depends," he said. "Are you taking orders?"

I took in a deep breath. "Maybe," I said, at last.

His face lit up.

"Maybe is a start."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jenna

Nothing was different.

But at the same time, everything was.

After we’d cleaned up and composed ourselves a bit, we had a light dinner with some more wine, and ended up retreating to bed long before the sun went down. We undressed each other, slowly, and he kissed every part of my body until I was panting. Then he stroked me to a slow, dizzying climax with a single finger – I think mostly because I dared him that he couldn’t, or maybe he just wanted to prove that he could. The specifics were a little bit hazy.

I returned the favor after that, halfway draped across his body, stroking him leisurely, feeling him throb desperately in my hand as he murmured sweet filthy nothings in my ear. "Are you trying to kill me, sunshine?" he’d whispered at one point, his eyes glassy and his whole body tense with the need to climax.

"Maybe a little," I whispered back.

It was a terrible pun, but when his body finally gave in to my teasing pace, what with his broken moans and his hands clawing the sheets and his hips bucking three inches off the bed, he somehow didn’t have any room to complain.

We fell asleep after that, tangled together, naked under the sheets. It felt right, even when I woke up to him snoring directly into my ear.

I woke up gradually, to the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

"G’morning." Ben’s voice was still rough with sleep, his smile as crooked as ever. He rolled over and pressed his lips to mine, the tip of his tongue flirting with the space between them. I pulled away.