Chapter 33: Morning Devotion
The first thing Garrett became aware of was not the muted dawn light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, nor the distant hum of the city stirring to life. It was the warm, firm pressure encircling his cock, a slow, deliberate stroke that pulled him from the depths of sleep into a state of immediate, throbbing awareness.
He blinked, the opulent bedroom coming into fuzzy focus. Katy was propped on one elbow beside him, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on his face. She wasn’t looking at what her hand was doing, her attention was entirely on him, watching the sleep recede from his features and be replaced by raw need.
“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. Her thumb swept over the slick head of his erection, smearing a bead of moisture that had already gathered there.
A groan rumbled in his chest. His mind, still hazy, tried to summon the ghost of last night’s guilt, but it was a feeble thing, drowned out by the electric current her touch sent through his veins. Her fingers tightened their rhythm, pumping him with a lazy confidence that made his hips twitch.
“Katy,” he breathed, his voice rough.
“Shhh.” She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “Just feel it. You’re so hard for me already. I woke up and I could feel you, pressed against my leg. I couldn’t help myself.”
Her words were a low, filthy murmur that went straight to his groin. He let his head fall back against the pillows, his eyes closing. This was the surrender. This was what it felt like to stop fighting. Her hand worked him, a steady, knowing pace that coiled the tension low in his belly. The silken slide of her skin, the way her palm cupped his balls, it was all so fucking good.
“I’m still sore,” she said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. “You fucked me so hard last night, Garrett. I can still feel it. But I woke up thinking about your cock. I just wanted to taste you.”
His eyes snapped open. She was already moving, her hand leaving him, the loss of contact a physical ache. She slid down the bed, the sheets whispering against her skin, until her face was level with his erection. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and traced the swollen head with the very tip of her tongue, a slow, deliberate circle that made him jerk and curse under his breath.
“Fuck, Katy.”
She looked up at him, her eyes dark and unwavering, and then she took him into her mouth.
The heat was instantaneous and overwhelming. Her lips sealed around him, soft and wet, and her tongue flattened against the sensitive underside. She started slow, taking just the head, swirling her tongue, sucking gently. Then she began to move, her head bobbing in a rhythm that was both practiced and utterly consuming. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, controlling the depth, while the other fondled his balls.
He tangled his hands in her hair, not to guide her, but to anchor himself. The sight of her, his cousin, her lips stretched around his cock, was the most depraved and beautiful thing he had ever seen. She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight through his spine. She was enjoying this. She was savoring him.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his hips lifting involuntarily. “Just like that. Your mouth feels so goddamn good.”
She picked up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent. The wet, slick sounds filled the quiet room, a lewd soundtrack to the breaking day. And then she did it. Without a hint of strain, she took him deeper, and deeper still, until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. He expected her to pull back, to gag. She didn’t. She relaxed her throat and swallowed him whole, her nose pressing into his pubic bone.
She deepthroated him completely, holding him there for a long, impossible moment, her eyes watering slightly but never leaving his. He could feel every inch of himself sheathed in that incredible, tight heat. It was too much. It was everything.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked out, his knuckles white where he gripped her hair. “You’re taking all of me. How are you… fuck… how are you doing that?”
She pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. “I told you,” she panted, a wicked grin on her face. “I wanted to taste you. All of you.” She dove back down, and this time she set a ruthless, driving rhythm, taking him deep with every stroke, her throat muscles massaging him on the way down. There was no gag, no hesitation, just a hungry, obscene acceptance of his entire length.
He was losing control. The coil in his gut was winding tighter, a spring about to snap. The city skyline was a blur outside the window. All he could see was her. All he could feel was the wet, sucking heat of her mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice a ragged strip of sound.
She hummed in response, a sound of pure approval that vibrated through his cock. She increased her suction, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, and she looked up at him, her eyes demanding it.
That was all it took. With a guttural roar that was torn from the deepest part of him, he erupted. Thick, hot pulses shot down her throat. She swallowed effortlessly, her throat working around him, drinking every drop, her eyes locked on his as he came apart. She milked him through the last shuddering waves, not letting him go until he was completely spent, sensitive and trembling.
Finally, she released him with a soft, wet pop. She licked her lips, cleaning a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep satisfaction.
“Now I know what you taste like in the morning,” she said, her voice hoarse. She crawled back up his body and settled against his side, laying her head on his chest. His heart was hammering against his ribs, a wild, frantic drum.
He was utterly wrecked. Completely owned. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, the last vestiges of resistance dissolving like sugar in water. The taboo wasn't a wall anymore; it was just paper, and she had burned right through it.
She nuzzled into his neck. “We should get up. I have a board meeting at ten.”
He just held her tighter, the reality of the world outside this room feeling like a distant, inconsequential dream.