Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Allyson Young Page A

designated hole. Alistair watched her movements intently through hooded eyes, the crotch of his boxers bulging, the fabric wet with the evidence of his lust. She poked her bottom lip out, just a fraction, and from behind the veil of her lashes saw his cock twitch under the cover of the fabric draping it. It gave her such a heady sense of power to know how she affected him. It took an eternity to make her way down to the hem, and her arousal grew higher right along with the anticipation. She could only guess at what it cost Alistair, although his features were taut with control and unreadable.
    She let one shoulder drop and the material slipped off and down her arm, baring a breast. Her nipples, already pointing, tightened even more, and her eyes drifted shut at the thought of what Alistair was seeing.
    “Eyes on me!”
    Jackie very nearly came at the power in his voice, caught up as she was in the fantasy of him falling on her and fucking her across the crappy carpet. Her juices flowed, and she involuntarily clenched her thighs together, her eyes popping open to lock with his. The shirt floated off to pool around her ankles, and the very air around them thickened with sexual tension. Alistair pointed to the floor between his feet, and she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact. From her peripheral vision, she saw him release his cock and pump his hand over it before reaching to touch her cheek.
    “Suck me. And don’t tease, Jackie, or else. Keep your hands on your thighs at all times.”
    God, another fantasy come true, being forced to service the big, bad Dom once again. She lowered her mouth over him and sucked the cockhead inside, whispering her tongue over the more sensitive underside, right at the V . It all came back to her, the way he liked getting head. ’Stair made a strangled sound, and she managed not to smile. She wanted to please him, wanted to blow his socks off, had he been wearing any, and that abstract thought had her swallowing a giggle. He wound his fingers through her hair and pulled, and she immediately focused. She sucked him deep, as deep as she could with him holding her head so steady, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and used her tongue with every other pull. He was back in charge and she was servicing him, and she would do well to remember it. Alistair would never hurt her, at least nothing more than she wanted and deserved, but he was in control in their sexual life.
    Her jaw began to ache, and she wondered how much longer she could do this. If he let her take him deeper, if she could just swallow again, or even giggle because she suspected he had nearly lost control when she’d done it before. As if he divined her thoughts, but more likely recognized her discomfort, Alistair released her, and she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, feeling him at the back of her throat. She could taste him now, salty and musky, and she gripped her thighs hard to keep from touching him. She wanted to hold him to her and put her arms around him when he came. He burst against the roof of her mouth and then shoved hard to nearly gag her, ropes of hot cum flooding her throat. She drank him down and cast caution to the winds, reaching up to clasp his hips. And he allowed it.
    When she could breathe evenly again and relax her jaw, she turned her head to rest it on his thigh, gently holding his spent shaft between her lips. He stroked her hair, and she felt his total relaxation. They stayed like that for a long time, not speaking, just being, until he pulled away and reached down to encourage her back up onto his lap.
    “I never thought to feel your mouth on me again, Jackie.” His quiet statement unnerved her, and her guilt awoke once more. She chose not to respond, but cuddled in closer and listened to the solid thump of his heart against her temple. Her own pulse seemed to synchronize with the beat. And then he set her away from him and stood.
    “Time to open up. I’ll get your things