Chapter 80 A lesson well learned
Ira's POV
The aftershocks still ripple through me, slow and heavy, as I slump against the tree.
My thighs tremble weakly, the slick on them now becoming sticky. My butt cheeks burn where his palm struck. My throat aches from the broken cries I could not hold back. Everything feels raw.
Ruel’s hand lingers on my chin a moment longer, his thumb brushing my swollen lip with surprising tenderness. His chest rises and falls hard against mine, sweat clinging to the both of us. He looks just as wrecked, but not sated.
He takes a step back as though wanting to get a full glance of me.
Cold air rushes in where his body had been. My skirt falls into place, but it does nothing to hide how exposed I am. How undone.
My gaze drops, to the front of his pants. His thick hardon is visibly straining against them.
The outline is so blatant that it steals my breath for a second. A sharp pulse flares between my legs again, fresh and traitorous, even after everything he just took from me.
Noticing where my eyes have gone, his jaw twitches.
Cath's voice echoes in my head, “...It’s control. It’s watching a big, strong male lose his mind because of your mouth.”
I never thought I would dare.
But he made me come apart two times against this tree. He made me sob his name. He made me almost admit I am his.
Now I want to watch him break.
I meet his eyes again and when I speak, my voice comes out steady, though my heart hammers so loud I nearly am sure he can hear it.
“Straighten your dress, I'll have a warrior walk you to your room.” Ruel says firmly.
“We’re not finished.” I mutter lowly, covering the space he created between us.
His brows draw together. “Ira.”
I don’t wait for permission as I sink to my knees in the soft grass. Anyone can see but that only adds to the thrill.
My fingers find his belt and undo the buckle with a soft metallic click, much faster than I thought I could.
Ruel goes utterly still. For the first time since I have known him, the commander looks stunned.
“W..what are you doing?” His voice is rough, almost hoarse, but there is no real order in it.
Silently I tug at the laces of his trouser. The fabric parts and he springs free, thick and hot…. impossibly hard. The sight sends a rush of heat through me.
Goddess, he looks beautiful like this. The veins pulsing along the length, his skin flushed dark, the broad head of his cock already slick.
He's bigger than I imagined. Bigger than anything I have ever stuffed in my mouth. Not that I've ever had much to stuff my mouth with.
A low hiss escapes him when my fingers close around him. He is burning hot. I stroke once, slow and firm from the root to tip, just like Cath taught.
His head falls back, a guttural sound rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck, Ira.” he whispers, his strong hand dropping to my hair, fingers threading through, gripping but not forcing me.
I inhale feeling his thigh tense under my other palm.
Then, summoning the little confidence in me, I look up at him through my lashes. “You think you are the only one who can make someone tremble?”
His fierce eyes snap down to mine. “You have no idea what you are starting.”
I lean in, my tongue traces the tip, tasting a hint of saltiness and heat and him. His hips jerk forward involuntarily.
“Goddess,” he mutters, and my thighs clench at the crack in his voice.
Emboldened, I swirl my tongue around the head, slow circles, savoring every twitch of his body. I lick down the shaft, tracing every ridge, making him wet and shining.
When his breathing turns ragged, his fingers tightening in my hair, I take him in my mouth.
I don't go fast. I realize I can't go fast like I'd imagined. My lips stretch wide around his thickness.
The width of him fills me completely, feeling heavy on my tongue. I breathe through my nose, relaxing my throat the way Cath described, and then take him deeper.
A deep, broken groan tears from him. “Ira… fuck, yes like that…”
I begin to move, slowly at first then faster. I keep my tongue flat underneath, my cheeks hollowed, sucking with every pull back. My hand works the base my mouth cannot reach. I don't dare try to reach it. There's no way I could reach such a length.
The clearing fills with wet sounds, his harsh breathing, my own soft hums of effort.
It doesn't take long for his hips to start a rhythmic rock forward, shallow thrusts he cannot seem to stop. His free hand slams against the tree trunk above my head, bracing himself.
“Look at you,” he rasps, “On your knees for me… taking my cock like you were born for it.”
The words send fire straight to my core. I moan around him, feeling his legs tremble.
“Fuck. Do that again.”
I do. I hum low, taking him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes from the stretch, but I do not pull away.
I want him to lose control. Fuck! I think, as my jaw starts to burn.
Low curses spill from his lips, his grip in my hair turning almost painful… urgent.
“Ira… I am close. Pu…pull off.”
Suddenly energized, I suck harder, my hand twisting at the base, my eager tongue swirling relentlessly.
With a hoarse, shattered groan, the commander cums, spilling his Hot seed down my throat.
His entire body locks, legs trembling violently. His other hand holds my head too, keeping me from doing anymore as he fights to stay upright.
I swallow every drop, milking him through the spasms until he is spent and breathless.
When I finally release him, I sit back on my heels. My lips feel swollen.
Goddess, my jaw aches badly but satisfaction burns brightly inside me when I watch him gasp for air.
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Ruel's eyes track my every movement, seeming dazed.
A helpless smile curves my lips despite everything.
But even as my body hums with satisfaction, a whisper of fear creeps in.
What happens now?