I had to control the surge of anxiety that rushed through me and pressed on my chest when he started undoing his pants.

Holy shit, he’s dropping them.

I closed my eyes and turned my head down.

“Look at me,” he ordered huskily.

I drew a sharp breath and looked up at him. He stood half-naked in front of me and grabbed the back of my head.

“Open your mouth,” 

But when I tried to do what he asked I was met with resistance.

“Trixy, what are ...