Chapter 12

12

WINTER

A ll Garrett has done since he found me is fill me with happiness and pleasure. I want to do the same for him. The whole time I cooked breakfast, all I could think about was what he’d done to my body. I had no idea that kind of pleasure was possible. I desperately want to give that to him.

"You don't have to do this because of the tutor thing, Snow. I want you to know you don't owe me anything." I think I owe him my life, but I won't tell him that. I'm not sure he'll want to hear it. It will make him feel guilty, and he might stop me, and that's the last thing I want.

I know all of this is happening quickly, but for once in my life, I don’t want to have to think about every single move I make. I just want to do what feels good. I don’t want to miss out on another second of living.

I rub my hand back and forth across the hard bulge in his pants. "Garrett." It's so freaking big. I'm curious what it looks like. "I know when I'm here I get to do anything I want." I lick my lips. "You even said so," I remind him, pressing down hard to rub him.

"Fuck me," he growls, closing his eyes. "You're going to make me come just doing that."

"Really?" I'm surprised because I have no freaking clue what I'm doing.

"Snow, my cock has been hard since you opened your eyes for the first time." I remember that. The first word he spoke was "green." My mom hated my eyes. She wanted them to be blue, but with her, everything is about appearance. Libby has striking blue eyes.

“Does it hurt?” I feel silly, like I’m just petting him, so I stop.

“A good hurt.” I recall the throb I felt when I was in his lap this morning. It felt the same way for me. I even have it now. It's growing with need by the second.

“Can I keep going?”

“You can do anything you want, Snow.” Garrett grips the sides of his chair.

“I’m kind of shy and have no clue what I’m doing,” I admit.

“You can do no wrong.” Not sure I believe that. “Promise,” he adds. "What did I tell you about my word?”

“You always mean what you say.”

That gives me the courage I need to slip my fingers into the waistband of his pants and tug. Garrett watches me as I free his cock. I tentatively wrap my hands around it. I can barely get my fingers around him.

“It’s soft,” I whisper more to myself. “I mean, it’s hard but—” Heat flushes my cheeks. “It’s soft and hard.” I didn’t know that was possible. “And big.”

“You’re making it bigger.” Garrett's voice comes out rough. I can see the desire in his eyes.

When I see a bead of liquid form on the tip, I lick my lips. I wonder what he tastes like. When my mother told me about sex, she said sometimes you have to take your husband into your mouth. That you should do anything in your power to please your man. I swore I’d never do that part of it because I would throw up all over them, but now, here with Garrett, I want to do that. I want to taste him.

I swipe my thumb across the head of his cock. “Snow.” Garrett’s tone is filled with warning, but I’m not sure why. I don’t stop. I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck. It’s salty but not terrible. “Fuck me.” His grip on the chair's arms tightens, and I hear his voice grow louder.

“Show me.” I wrap my hand around his cock again. Garrett wraps his hand around mine.

“A little firmer.” He tightens his hold. “Now you stroke.” Garrett moves his hand up and down over mine, while I continue to hold his cock. After a few strokes, he lets go, going back to gripping the arms of the chair.

His breathing starts to grow more rapid as I speed up. I slip off his lap and down to my knees. “Snow,” he barks.

“What?” I lick my lips. “Aren’t I supposed to take it into my mouth?”

“You aren’t required to do anything.” I swear Garrett’s eyes are darker now. I can sense he is on edge. It’s taking everything in him to stay in the chair. What would he do if he left it?

“But I want to.” I lean forward, swiping my tongue across the head again to get the cum that has leaked out. The second I do, another bead forms.

When I wrap my mouth around the head, Garrett lets out a growl. His fingers sink into my hair. “That’s it, babe; take more into your mouth,” he tells me. I sink farther down. “Suck.”

I do as he instructs me, taking as much of him as I can. I suck at the same time and start to use my tongue too. More of his sweet saltiness fills my mouth, letting me know he’s enjoying what I’m doing. That only spurs me on more. I never knew that I would react this way to giving a man pleasure. But I know it’s only because it’s him.

“Ah, fuck. That's it. You’re sucking me so good.” My core clenches as heat floods my entire body. I open my mouth wider, trying to take more of him. “Such a good girl, aren't you?”

I don’t know why, but his praise only makes the throb between my thighs grow. I do want to be a good girl for him. To make it so good that he can never let me go.

“Eyes on me.” Garrett gives my hair a small tug. My gaze locks with his. “Enough,” he barks suddenly, making me jump. His cock slips from my mouth.

“Did I–” Garrett plucks me off the floor and places me on the desk. Things fall, hitting the floor. He reaches under my shirt, ripping my panties down my legs.

“Need to taste you.”

“Taste me?” I asked, confused. He answers my question with his mouth, just not with words. Garett buries his mouth between my legs. I let out a gasp of shock. I didn’t know this was a thing.

The sensation of his tongue pushing through the folds of my sex causes my body to shudder.

“So fucking sweet,” he groans against me. One would think he is getting as much pleasure from this as I am.

His mouth explores me, his tongue dipping lower to thrust inside of me. I let out a loud gasp, my fingers sinking into his hair. Garrett's hands grasp my cheeks to lift me off the desk, allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper into my body. It’s too much but also perfect at the same time.

“Garrett, oh God, Garrett.” I start to chant his name. “Please.”

He pulls his tongue out and licks all the way back up to the sensitive button. His tongue circles it a few times before he sucks it into his mouth.

“Garrett!” I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. It echoes through the room. My mind goes blank as pure pleasure takes over. There is only Garrett and me and what he can do to my body.

My eyes flutter open when I feel Garrett shift between my thighs. He pushes up my shirt, then slides down my bra, causing my breasts to spill out. His hand is wrapped around his cock. I watch as he begins stroking himself quickly. I thought seeing him between my thighs was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, but I was wrong. Watching him pleasure himself shoots to the top.

"Snow!" he groans. I watch in awe as he comes all over me. His warm release hits my skin like a branding mark. One that I more than welcome.

His other hand comes down on the desk as he leans over me, his breathing heavy. I can’t take my eyes off him. I don’t want to miss a movement. After a long moment, he lets go of his cock and runs his fingers through the release that covers my stomach, thighs, and even my sex.

Garrett rubs it into my skin, seeming to almost be in a trance.

"Oh," I moan when he thrusts some of it inside of me with one finger.

"Fuck, you're tight." My hips move in tandem with his finger as he thrusts it in and out of me. "We need to stop." I never want to stop, but Garrett pulls his finger out from inside me and sucks it into his mouth.

My mother was right. Men out here are sinful… and I want to live in sin with Garrett.