DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Lila

He studied me in silence for a long moment. His gray eyes searched mine like he was trying to see straight into my soul. Then he shifted his weight. He sat down on the edge of the bed. His legs spread wide to make room for me. The movement made the bulge even more aggressive. It tented the shorts sharply upward. The head was clearly defined against the stretched cotton.

I moved between his knees. I climbed onto the bed and knelt there, facing him. My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband. I tugged slowly. He lifted his hips just enough to help. The shorts slid down his thighs. His cock sprang free. It was thick and long. It was flushed dark red at the head. Veins bulged along the shaft. Pre–cum already beaded at the tip.

I froze.

It looked even bigger up close. Even bigger than when I saw it. It looked angry and throbbing and impossibly hard. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. Regret flashed through me for one panicked second. There was no way that could fit in my small mouth. It would stretch me too far. It would hurt. It had to.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” he said quietly. His voice was gentle. It was rough around the edges with

restraint.

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I looked up at him. I shook my head slowly. “Please let me,” I whispered. “It’s my first time. So guide me.”

He only nodded. He stayed silent. He watched me with that intense, soft gaze that made my stomach flip.

I leaned in. My tongue darted out first, tentative. I licked the tip slowly. I made a soft swipe over the slit. Salty pre–cum coated my tongue. He hissed sharply through his teeth. His hips twitched once. The muscles in his thighs jumped under my palms.

I did it again, bolder this time. I flattened my tongue and dragged it from the base up to the head in one long, wet stroke. He groaned low in his throat. The sound vibrated through me and made my own arousal spike hard between my legs. My hands came up to rest on his thighs for balance. My fingers dug into the firm muscle.

“Like that?” I asked. My voice was small and breathless.

“Yeah,” he breathed. His voice was strained. “Just like that. Take your time. Fuck. You’re killing me.”

I opened my mouth wider and wrapped my lips around the head. The thickness stretched my lips immediately. It was hot and velvet–hard. It filled my mouth so completely that my jaw ached right away. I swirled my tongue around the tip and tasted him fully. Then I sucked gently. He groaned again, deeper and rougher. One of his hands came up to rest lightly on the back of my head. He did not push. He just stayed there. His fingers flexed like he was fighting for control.

I took him deeper. Not much. Just enough to feel the weight of him on my tongue. The head nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered a little, but I didn’t pull off. I breathed through my nose and bobbed slowly. My lips slid down and up. My tongue pressed flat against the underside. Wet sounds filled the room. They were soft and slick and obscene. They mixed with his low, ragged breaths.

His hips rocked once, shallow and involuntary. Then he stopped himself. “Sorry,” he muttered. His voice was wrecked. “You’re too fucking good at this.”

I moaned softly around him at the praise. The vibration made him curse under his breath. His hand tightened slightly in my

hair.

1 pulled back a little. My lips glistened. I looked up at him through my lashes. “Am I doing it right?”

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His eyes were black with lust. His pupils were blown wide. “More than right,” he said roughly. “Keep going. Use your hand

Loo

I wrapped my fingers around the base. My hand looked tiny compared to him. I stroked slowly in time with my mouth. Up and down. My tongue swirled. I sucked harder on the head each time I reached the top. The taste of him flooded my mouth. It was salty and musky and addictive. My own arousal throbbed between my thighs, slick and insistent, but I focused on him. I focused on the way his abs tensed, the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his fingers flexed in my hair like he was barely holding back.

I took him deeper again. I relaxed my throat as much as I could. He hit the back of my mouth. I gagged a little. My eyes watered. But I breathed through my nose and held there for a second. Then I slid back slowly.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I looked up at him through tear–damp lashes. My lips stretched wide around him. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. My tongue flicked relentlessly under the head.

His control shattered.

His hand tightened in my hair. His hips rocked forward once, shallow and careful. A low, broken groan tore out of him. “Lila. Fuck. I’m close.”

I didn’t

stop. I bobbed faster. My hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach. My tongue pressed flat against the underside. His thighs shook under my palms. His breathing turned ragged and uneven. Then he tensed. His whole body locked up. He came hard.

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