Page 270 of Rogue Riders Duet

I can’t let him go wanting like that.

Gripping his waist, I guide him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He sits, lips parted on short pants as he glides his fingers under my shirt and up my abs.

Fuck.

I pull my shirt over my head and drop to my knees in front of him.

He whines again and lifts his hips toward me. “Please suck me.”

“Love your manners,” I praise, knowing he’s doing it for me, for my conscience, my comfort. “It’s sexy as hell. And since you said please…” I murmur the last part as I lean down toward him and let the words feather against his skin, just before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

He jerks, a sharp exhale escaping him as I swirl my tongue slowly, savoring the taste of him, the weight. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking in time with my mouth as I sink lower, inch by inch. He’s thick and hot against my tongue, and the way he twitches in my grip only spurs me on.

“Merde!” Luc’s hand flies to my head, grasping at my short strands like he’s trying not to lose himself completely. His other hand fists the blanket beneath him, knuckles white.

His cock slips from my mouth with a wet sound. “You like that?” I ask, glancing up at him, and the look on his face makes my cock twitch. He’s wrecked, and we’ve barely started. He answers with a broken little mewl that sends heat shooting straight through me.

I hum, satisfied, before taking him again. My jaw relaxes as I work him deeper into my mouth, and when I feel the back of my throat graze his tip, his hips buck. I keep up the pace, bobbing my head while one hand works his length in time with my mouth and the other slips down to cup his balls, rolling them gently as I suck harder, making him groan.

Then I let my fingers drift lower, trailing along the skin behind his sac. He stiffens under my touch, but not in a bad way. His moan turns breathy, almost pleading, when I circle his rim, not pressing in, just teasing, massaging, letting him feel the promise in my touch.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, and his hand tightens in my hair, tugging just enough to sting.

I hollow my cheeks and swallow around him. My throat flexes, muscles fluttering, and his hips jerk again, sharper this time. My finger presses down a little firmer, and Luc’s entire body goes taut. He gasps brokenly as warmth floods my mouth, and his grip in my hair tugs almost painfully.

Luc lets go of me instantly, pulling away like he’s been shocked. His cock slips from my mouth with a wet sound, and his eyes are wide with horror.

“Shit, oh fuck.” He’s panting, flushed from chest to hairline. “I didn’t mean to. I was trying to hold it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come in your mouth, but what you did was just so hot and merde.”

I blink, stunned, still holding his release on my tongue, tasting him. If he didn’t look so gutted about it, I’d probably laugh, but he looks like he thinks he’s ruined something. I rise to my feet slowly and cup his flushed face with one hand, tilting his chin until his wide, dazed eyes meet mine.

His lips part instinctively, and I keep my thumb on his chin, pressing to urge his mouth to stay wide as I open mine, letting his cum drip from my mouth to his. My heart hammers and my cock twitches as a single strand catches on his lower lip before vanishing down his throat.

Luc swallows without hesitation, his eyes never leaving mine.

Fuck.

I’ve never seen anything more devastatingly hot in my life.

“Looks like you still need to learn some manners, baby,” I murmur as my thumb strokes the flushed curve of his cheek. “We warn each other before we come into each other’s mouths.”

“Yes,” he breathes. “I’m sorry.”

My smirk is slow. “You’re forgiven.”

I kiss him deep, tongue and heat, and the taste of both of us still clings to our mouths. He melts into it, gripping my waist as if he needs the contact just to stay grounded.

When I finally pull back, Luc is flushed, panting, pupils blown wide, but before I can move away, his hand catches my wrist.

“Let me apologize with my tongue.”

I blink, taken off guard by the shift in him. “You sure?”

Luc swallows, but nods. “Yeah. I mean, I wanna know what it feels like and what you feel like.”

I take a step back to give him space, and he rises from the bed, standing tall and bare in front of me, before slowly sinking to the floor.

Luc kneeling in front of me is chaos in my bloodstream. My thighs tighten with restraint as his hands rise to the waistband of my sweats. He looks up for permission, and I nod, breathing shallowly.