Page 75 of Heart of Thorns

She licks and sucks at the tip while her hand keeps jacking me off. Her tongue flicks at the underside of my cock’s head, and I’m torn between wanting to take over and let her continue to tease me like this.

“You’re so fucking sexy on your knees.” I stare down at her. I can see down her shirt, to the dip between her breasts. “Fucking hell, Briar.”

Her mouth lifts away from me. “My real name?”

“Kitten,” I growl. My dick feels like it’s going to explode. “I’m a breath away from taking over and fucking your face until tears stream down those pretty cheeks.”

“Hmm.” Her tongue pokes out again, and then she slowly licks at me. “Sounds like fun.”

My body tenses. “Is that?—”

“Show me what you’re made of,” she goads.

Oh, fuck.

I reach out and run my knuckles across her cheek. Then, well. My fingers plunge into her hair, and I guide her mouth back to my cock. Her hands come up to my thighs, her manicured nails digging into my skin lightly.

She takes more of me into her mouth, and I let out a hiss of breath when I hit the back of her throat. I stay there for a second, then withdraw. When I push back in, she sucks. Her cheeks hollow, and her tongue curls around me.

Pulses of pleasure zap up my cock, through my balls, and up my spine.

Slowly, I increase my pace until my words come true. The intensity brings tears to her eyes. She gags around me, and it only makes me want to push deeper. When she reaches up and cups my balls, I see stars.

It’s game over at that point.

I release her hair. “I’m gonna?—”

She doesn’t pull away, and I explode in her mouth. My vision goes white for a second, my cock twitching with each pulse, until I’ve got nothing left.

Only then does she carefully withdraw, licking her lips. She presses a finger to the corner of her mouth.

I haul her up and set her on the counter. Legs parted, me between them. I run my fingers under her eyes, catching the remnants of tears.

“That was something else, kitten.” My voice holds wonder. “I…”

“When you win, we’ll add that to your pre-game ritual.” She winks.

I kiss her.

I can’t help it.

Ireallydon’t care that she just swallowed my cum—maybe it’s even because of that. Because she really didn’t have to. Because we’re alone, and we can’t seem to stop from breaking our own damn rules. But our lips part, and our tongues tangle, and my heart fucking skips.

When we break away, we’re both breathing hard.

I step aside and clean myself up, towing my briefs and slacks back into place. I tuck in my shirt, but my gaze keeps straying back to Briar. She sits immobile on the counter, watching me until I’m done.

Then, she hops down—landing mostly on her good leg—and swivels around to assess the damage in the mirror.

“Oh, fuck,” she laughs. “I need to redo this.”

I wince.

“It’s okay, Thorne. I knew what I was getting into. I’ll see you after the game, yeah?”

“On the field,” I confirm. I find the special access pass I got for her and hook the lanyard around her neck. “You’re going to be okay?”

“Of course.” She presses a kiss to my cheek, then rushes away.