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I tightened my grip and thrust into his mouth again. The sound it made was wet and filthy, but nothing had ever felt so good. My penis was engulfed in his warm, tight mouth—or his throat? How far had he taken me down there? I’d have to research that—and he sucked and did things with his tongue and even his teeth. I thought teeth were a no-no during oral, but the way he used them to scrape my skin and create a perfect sting was sublime.

I wasn’t gonna last long. Heck, I’d already been lucky because I’d jerked off that morning, or I wouldn’t even have made it this far.

Pleasure crept up my spine like a fever slowly spreading out until every inch of my skin burned with lust at what Jarek was doing to me. My balls were heavy and full, feeling like they were gonna explode if I didn’t come soon.

My hips moved of their own accord now as I fucked his mouth. There was no other word for it. I used his mouth the same way I had fucked Natasha, who was about the last person I wanted to think of right now, but it couldn’t be helped.

My body tensed, and then Jarek hummed, and the vibration hurled me over the edge. I jerked, white-hot ecstasy blinding me for a few moments as my balls squeezed tightly, forcing out their load. Jarek swallowed, sucked, then swallowed some more until it finally stopped squirting.

Boneless, I sagged back on the mattress, my breath coming in frantic pants and my hands dropping off Jarek’s head. I couldn’t have moved even if the fire alarm had gone off. When Jarek crawled back up my body and met my eyes, my smile must’vebeen downright sappy. “Good?” he asked in what had to rank as one of the stupidest questions of all time.

“I think you fried what little was left of my brain cells.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

JAREK

“Will you show me how to do that?”

I glanced up, confused by the question. Bean sat on the edge of the kitchen counter while I poured two glasses of water. “Do what, honey?”

Bean’s cheeks went faintly pink, the flush spreading toward his ears. He ducked his head slightly and glanced away. “N-never mind. It’s silly.”

I set the water down beside him, then fitted myself between his legs and pressed my palms to the tops of his thighs. He was still mostly naked, apart from his boxers, and I slid my fingers under the hem, scratching along his rough, thick hair.

“I bet it’s not silly. I’ll show you anything. All you need to do is ask.”

He swallowed thickly, then met my gaze with a determination I was getting used to seeing on his face. He wasn’t like most of the men I’d dated. They were soft, and not in the deliciously pliant way Bean was. No, they were spoiled and pampered. And there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but there was something to be said about a man who had fought with his literal life to be where he was.

“The—” He hesitated, and it was then I knew what he wanted. But I needed him to ask for it. I needed him to push past whatever it was in his past that was holding him back.

Cradling his face with both hands, I ran my thumb over his lower lip. “The what?” He still said nothing, so I leaned in and let my lips graze over the edge of his jaw. “Come on, sweet thing. You can tell me. The one thing I will never do is embarrass you.”

His breath trembled on his exhale, but when I pulled back, his gaze was hard. “Sucking dick.”

If I wasn’t so hyperaware of how hard that was for him, I might have laughed. He said those two words like he was saying scale a mountain or swim the English Channel. I leaned forward, knocking our heads together. “There’s not a lot to it, but yeah. I can guide you if that’s what you want.”

“I want to be good at it,” he said.

I smiled and kissed him for that. He was so fucking sweet. “You will be. It’s always a little awkward at first. It doesn’t taste that great, and if you’ve got a sensitive gag reflex, it can be kind of hard. So to speak.”

He burst into a small fit of laughter. “Cute.”

I grinned at him as I pulled back, and then I carefully guided one of his hands to my chest. His fingers flexed over my sternum, and he sucked in a breath when I dragged his wrist lower. Lower. Right to where I was tenting my boxers. “There are ways to make it easier, though, if that happens.”

“I don’t know what kind of gag reflex I have,” he admitted, staring down to where his hand was nearly touching me. I released his wrist, letting him take the lead, and after a short beat of stillness, he dragged the heel of his palm over my cock. His breath trembled. “I never had trouble at the dentist. Is that a good indication?”

My smile widened. “It might be, yeah. Want to come find out?”

He looked up at me before reaching out with his other hand and feeling around for his water. His gaze never left mine as he took the whole thing down in three swallows. Must be an Army thing—a careful hurry, getting it all done before he ran out of time.

I traced my fingers down his throat with his last swallow, then moved back as he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Here?” he asked me.

“Bedroom might be easier. I want you to be comfortable.” I took his hands and helped him off the counter, leading him back to the bedroom. I could feel his nerves, his tension, but I knew he’d tell me if he needed to stop. “Let me get a pillow for your knees.”

“You didn’t use one,” he pointed out.