Chapter 354 All at once
The soft click of the belt buckle echoed in the steamy bathroom like a starting gun.
Alana’s slender fingers hovered for a second longer than necessary, the metal still warm from his body heat.
Her cheeks were already a deep, continuous crimson. She could feel Stephan’s gaze burning down on her, intense, amused, and hungry all at once.
He remained leaning against the sink, hands resting on the cool porcelain, back slightly arched, giving her full access.
The open shirt framed the hard planes of his chest and the ridged lines of his abs.
Lower, the evidence of how much he liked the sight of her in that thin red dress strained unmistakably against the front of his trousers.
She swallowed.
Over two hours of watching videos. She had paused, rewound, taken mental notes, even practiced the motions with her fingers against her own palm while the phone screen glowed in the dark.
She had told herself she could do this. She had walked into this bathroom on purpose. Tonight she was going to take the lead.
Her fingers moved again. She tugged the belt free and let it drop to the tiled floor with a soft clatter. The button of his trousers came next, then the zipper.
The sound of it lowering seemed far too loud in the quiet. Alana’s heart hammered so hard she was certain he could hear it.
She eased the fabric down just enough, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and drew everything lower in one careful motion.
He sprang free... thick, heavy, already fully hard, the tip flushed a deep, demanding color.
A bead of moisture glistened at the slit. The sight made her breath catch. She had seen him like this many times, had felt him inside her, had taken him in her hand. But never like this. Never with the deliberate intention of using only her mouth.
Stephan’s voice came out low and rough.
“Alana...” She glanced up once. His dark eyes were almost black, the teasing smile gone, replaced by something far more intense.
The injured left hand rested carefully on the edge of the sink; the right one flexed as if he wanted to reach for her but was forcing himself to stay still and let her lead.
Alana sank to her knees on the cool bathroom tiles. The thin red dress rode up her thighs.
She placed both hands on his bare hips for balance, then leaned in.
The first soft brush of her lips against the head drew a sharp inhale from above her. She remembered the videos, start slow, explore, don’t rush. She parted her lips and took just the tip into the warm wetness of her mouth, tongue swirling experimentally around the sensitive crown the way the instructors had demonstrated.
Stephan’s whole body tensed. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck...”
The reaction sent a spark of unexpected confidence through her. She took him deeper, careful not to go too far too fast, using her tongue along the underside the way the videos had shown.
Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with the shallow bob of her head. She kept her eyes half-lidded, focusing on the heat of him, the clean, musky scent of his skin, the way his breathing had already turned uneven.
Stephan’s right hand finally left the sink and settled lightly on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading into her hair.
“That’s it... just like that...” His voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving. “Where did you learn this?”
Alana pulled back just enough to answer, lips still brushing him.
“Videos,” she whispered, the single word muffled and shy. Then she took him into her mouth again, deeper this time, hollowing her cheeks the way she had practiced.
The effect was immediate. Stephan’s hips gave a small, involuntary jerk before he forced himself still.
A rough groan tore from his throat.
“Jesus... baby... your mouth...”
She kept going, finding a rhythm. Wet, soft sounds filled the bathroom... the quiet slide of her lips, the occasional soft “mmm” she couldn’t quite suppress when he pulsed against her tongue, the heavier breathing coming from above.
She remembered to use her hand on the parts she couldn’t take yet, twisting gently on the upstroke the way one particular video had recommended.
Every time she swirled her tongue around the head or pressed it firmly against the underside, Stephan made another broken sound that went straight through her.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
She lifted her gaze while keeping him in her mouth. The sight of her on her knees in that nearly transparent red dress, lips stretched around him, eyes wide and flushed, seemed to undo him completely.
His fingers tightened in her hair. The muscles in his thighs flexed under her hands.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered. “That dress... and now this... fuck, baby...”
Alana felt a strange mix of embarrassment and power. Her own body was reacting, heat pooling low in her belly, her thighs pressing together as she continued.
She took him a little deeper, relaxing her throat the way the more advanced videos had instructed, and was rewarded with a sharp, punched-out groan from Stephan.
“Alana... slow down or I’m not going to last...”
She didn’t slow down. She had watched those videos for a reason. She wanted to blow his mind. She hollowed her cheeks harder, bobbed faster, used both hand and mouth in the coordinated rhythm she had rehearsed in her head. Spit made everything slicker. Soft, wet noises mixed with Stephan’s increasingly ragged breathing and the occasional low curse.
His control was visibly fraying. The hand in her hair trembled. His abs clenched.
“Baby... I’m close... if you don’t want me to...ahh, fuck...”
Alana didn’t pull away. She took him as deep as she could manage and stayed there, tongue working, hand stroking the base in short, firm movements.
Stephan’s head tipped back. A raw, almost helpless sound left him as he came... hot pulses spilling across her tongue.
She stayed with him through it, swallowing the way the videos had calmly advised, even as her own face burned with a mixture of shyness and triumph.
When the last tremor left him, she slowly released him, pressing a soft, almost apologetic kiss to the still-sensitive tip before sitting back on her heels. Her lips felt swollen.
Her knees ached faintly from the hard tiles. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, unable to meet his eyes for a second.
Stephan was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, the open shirt hanging off his shoulders. He stared down at her as if he had never seen her before. Then he reached down with his good hand, cupped her cheek, and tilted her face up.
“Come here,” he said, voice still rough.
She rose on slightly unsteady legs. The moment she was standing he pulled her against him with his right arm, burying his face in the curve of her neck. His heart was still pounding hard against her chest.
“You watched videos to please me?” he murmured against her skin, a disbelieving laugh mixed with the residual heat in his voice. “You’re going to be the death of me, little white rabbit.”
Alana’s face remained hot, but a small, shy smile tugged at her lips. She rested her hands lightly on his bare waist. “Did I... do it right?”
Stephan pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were still dark, still hungry, but there was something softer underneath now... something almost stunned.
“Right?” He kissed her, deep and thorough, tasting himself on her tongue. When he finally drew away he rested his forehead against hers. “You just ruined me for anyone else. Forever.”
His injured hand carefully stayed out of the way, but the rest of him pressed close, already beginning to harden again against her stomach despite having just finished. The thin red dress did nothing to hide how her own body had reacted to what she had just done.
Stephan’s voice dropped lower, warmer, and full of promise.
“My turn,” He announced.