Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,71

he had trouble keeping the tension out of his voice. He’d given me several orgasms. He was probably bursting. “You can jerk me off like last time,” he said when I stayed silent. His hand brushed a strand of blonde hair away from my face, his gray eyes questioning.

“No, I mean, I think I want to do it.”

“You think?” Amusement tinged Luca’s voice. “But?”

“What if I don’t like it?”

Luca shrugged, but it was obvious from his expression that he didn’t like the idea. “Then you don’t. I won’t force you.”

I nodded and brought my face a bit closer to his erection, which hadn’t softened at all during our conversation. Luca tensed in anticipation, his fingertips against my scalp twitching. Embarrassed, I admitted, “I don’t know what to do.”

His erection jerked in response. I couldn’t help but laugh, and Luca grinned his predator grin. “You like to torture me with your innocence, don’t you?”

I blew against his tip, making him groan. “I don’t think that’s why it’s called blow job, right?”

He actually laughed a real laugh, and the sound filled my stomach with butterflies. “You’re going to be the death of me, principessa.”

“Don’t laugh,” I said with a smile. “I don’t want to do something wrong.”

“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Excitement blazed in his eyes.

I nodded.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely. “Close your lips around the tip and be careful with your teeth. I don’t mind it a bit rougher, but don’t chew on it.”

I snorted, then nerves made me go quiet. Luca’s fingers slipped through my hair until they came to rest on the back of my head. He didn’t push me, but from the way he tensed I could tell he wanted to. I took the tip into my mouth. He was thick, and I had to be careful not to graze him with my teeth. His tip was slightly salty, but not in a bad way.

“Now swirl your tongue around it. Yes, just like that.” He watched me, his jaw clenched. “Take a bit more of me into your mouth and move your head up and down. Now suck as you move. Yes, fuck.” His hips bucked when I was as far as I could take him, driving his erection even further inside. I gagged and pulled back, coughing.

He stroked my hair. “Fuck, sorry.” He rubbed his thumb over my lips. “I’ll try to stay still.”

Instead of taking him back into my mouth, I licked him from his base to the tip. He groaned. “Is that okay?” I whispered before doing it again.

“Fuck yes.”

I took my time licking every inch of him, but especially his tip. I loved the feel of it against my tongue.

“This feels really fucking good, but I really want to come.”

I glanced up uncertainly. I could come when he stroked and licked me gently. Did he need it rougher? Would he need it rough during sex too? Grace’s stupid words jumped into my head again, but I pushed them aside. I wouldn’t let that whore ruin this for me. “What do you need me to do?” I whispered.

“Suck me harder and keep looking at me with your fucking beautiful eyes.”

I fixed my gaze on him and took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, then bobbed my head up and down fast and hard, my lips tight around him. Luca moaned, his hips rocking lightly. His eyes burnt into me, his teeth gritted. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to get away…”

I jerked away, releasing him with a pop, and a moment later he spilled his seed on his stomach and legs. Luca closed his eyes as his erection twitched. His hand was still in my hair, gently stroking my neck and scalp. Slowly he eased it down, but I gripped his hand and pressed my cheek into it, needing his closeness after what we’d done. His eyes flew open with an unreadable look in them. His thumb brushed my cheekbone gently. We stayed like that for a couple of heartbeats, then Luca sat up, taking in the mess on his upper thighs and abs. “I need a fucking shower.” Luca reached for a tissue and cleaned off the sperm before swinging his legs out and standing.

I nodded, strangely disappointed that he’d slip out of bed so quickly. I felt suddenly self-conscious about what I’d done.

Luca held out his hand. “Come on. I don’t want to shower alone.”

I scrambled off the bed, put my