“Great. Your first mission? Please me as I finish my homework. Then, you can work on yours.”
His warm palm slides down my arm until he joins our hands, my fingers lacing with his. And that’s it. I’m stunned to the past. Back to the lake. Midnight breeze. Stolen kisses.
And love.
As if he remembers, too, he quickly shakes off my hold and sits at his desk.
“Kneel,” he says, nodding toward the spot between his legs. “Take me out and suck, butdon’tget me off. Just hold it in your mouth while I finish this paper.”
“You want me to—” I start to smart off, but his snapped gaze makes me shiver once more and soak my thong. Instead, Ido as he commanded, getting into position, then pulling down the waistband of his joggers.
The crown of his length is weeping with need. He’s already firm, and I wonder if it’s from being with me. Or dare I hope that it’s from a memory?
When I lick the tip, he grunts, low and ragged. By the time my lips seal around the head, his breathing deepens while one of his hands cups the back of my head. “Not too much. Just…pacify yourself on it.”
Shifting, I settle my weight on one hip and rest my cheek against the inside of his thigh. Eyes closed. Mouth full.
Trying to forget everything that happened.
Trying to forget who I am.
Each slow drag of my tongue heals the rot that had been festering inside of me all weekend. His fingers thread through my hair, stroking absentmindedly. Like he doesn’t remember I’m there. And for a few stolen seconds…I disappear, too. Fading into euphoria.
The heat of him throbs against my cheeks in an erratic pulse. That slight movement becomes the only thing that matters to me. When will the next wave of blood pulse through him? Can I cause it?
I slip into the rhythm—warm, wet, quiet—and I zone out.
For how long, I don’t know.
But I find myself longing to stay like that.
Silent. Useful.
Forever.
fifteen
It’s notmy own psyche that wakes me, but a penetrating bliss swaying through my lower body. Pleasure radiates out like solar flares, torching every limb in ecstasy. My cock is the steel being forged. Throbbing inside a wet, sultry refining fire. A tongue traces runes into the tip—ancient magic she wields like a bewitched siren—before her small hand cups my heavy, aching balls.
“Yes. Right there.” A scorched moan scrapes from my throat, ripping through the warm air as lucidity crashes in. Squinting against the blinding solace, my fingers work through the silky sheets, twitching with titillation. My obedient pet is doing exactly as I instructed her before I made her sleep on the dog bed next to me on the floor.
“Good girl.”
One hand slides down to her collar. I hook a finger around the leather, tugging her deeper onto my length. She gags, and I smile. Didn’t think she would, butfuck, that feels?—
Then the warmth turns to heat.
Heat to fire.
Fire toagony.
Her tongue lashes like it’s dipped in acid.
Every kiss scorches.
My eyes rip open. I jerk my hips back, heart racing, breath tangled in panic.
“What the fuck?” I scream as I thrust the sheets off my body to inspect my dick. No blisters. No redness. Butgods, it burns.