He pulled on her hair, forcing her to her knees. Hannah hesitated only an instant before sinking down. As her knees hit the plush carpet, the plug shifted in her ass. She had to clench to keep it in. It was a constant reminder of Slade and Dex. Even if they weren’t in the same room, it marked their possession of her in a real, physical way.
“You care about me?” Those words ground out of his sneering mouth again. He looked slightly cruel, but she could hear the want behind his words.
“I care about you, Sir.”
Gavin had been alone for too long. She wasn’t sure why, but he needed this. Needed her now.
He loosened his hold on her hair. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
“So you say now. I wonder how you’ll feel after.”
“After?” Hannah’s heart started racing.
“After you’ve had a little taste of me, sweetheart. Open your mouth. I want what my brothers haven’t had.” His c**k sprung forth. He was his brothers’ match. It was big and gloriously hard.
No matter what he said, he definitely wanted her.
He was on the edge. She could sense it.
With a secretive smile, Hannah leaned forward toward Gavin’s cock.
Chapter Nine
What the hell am I doing?
Deep in his alcohol-rattled brain, some scrap of common sense screamed the question at Gavin, pounding at his consciousness. All of that fled the instant she lowered her tongue toward his cock.
He’d intended to scare her, push her away. But Hannah hadn’t run. Instead, she’d answered every one of his questions with that sweet West Texas twang that made him hard. She’d told him how she’d submitted to Slade’s fingers and Dex’s mouth. Fuck, Gavin could picture it, could see himself there, watching, with her tongue lashing his dick. Though he teetered on the knife’s edge, he knew he should push her away.
Instead, he pushed for more.
“If you’re going to learn how to suck cock, then by God, I’m the man to teach you.” She stared up at him with big, green eyes and nodded. Fuck, she turned him on.
“Now what, Sir?” she breathed.
“Lick the head.” God, he was a bastard, but he was going to enjoy every second of this.
Her pink tongue peeked out from her lush, berry lips. Gavin’s c**k twitched and strained toward her as if the f**king thing had a mind of its own. It was wrong, but his c**k wanted Hannah. Who was he kidding? His soul wanted Hannah, too. Only his brain knew better.
Tentatively, she leaned in. He felt her breath on the swollen head. Every muscle in his body tightened. The wait was pure torture. Gavin knew his brothers had thoroughly debauched Hannah last night, but when she looked up at him with that innocent stare, all he could think about was that he’d be the first man on her tongue.
She licked him slowly, like an ice cream cone on a summer day. Then she eased back, waiting, uncertain.
“More, Hannah. Lick the whole head. Pull it in your mouth.” She’d responded so beautifully to commands before, he hardened his voice now. He made it deep and unrelenting.
Almost instantly, that little tongue ran all over the sensitive head of his dick. Gavin gritted his teeth as fire sizzled up his spine. Desire scalded him.
Sweet Hannah was so submissive, so willing. He’d never had the urge to have a woman call him Sir or itched to spank her ass and watch it turn pink under his hand. Hannah changed everything. Gavin could envision her tied up and so trusting, waiting for him. She would be a beautiful sight.
Hannah worked his c**k over with little butterfly licks and kisses. She trusted far too much.
She wouldn’t trust him at all if she knew who he was deep inside. And his brothers would never forgive him.
Fuck, he shouldn’t do this to her. The command to stop her perched on the tip of his tongue, but then Hannah swallowed him down, nearly to the back of her throat. He hissed, groaned. It felt so good. He’d had women give him head more times than he could count, so why did Hannah’s untutored mouth send him reeling? He looked down at his c**k disappearing into her virgin mouth. Her eyes were closed, her face almost beatific.
He’d waited so long to touch her. The minute they’d met, Gavin had known on some level that her goodness and light was the perfect reflection of his terrible, dark soul. If he were a better man, he might have deserved her. If he were a better man, he would move heaven and earth to make her sublimely happy.
But this stolen moment would be the only time he’d ever touch her.