He shook his head, his breath harsh in my ear. “I want to taste you, but not today.”
What? Why?
“No,” he said as his thumb circled the exact spot that made me go off like a rocket. “When I put my mouth on you, I’m going to take my time. Lick and suck until I have you begging. Saying my name like it’s the only word you know.”
“Fuck.” It was too much, he was so big, and it felt like he was everywhere, his hands on me, his kisses leaving me breathless. I wanted to say yes to everything. To his mouth, his hands, his cock.
But I needed a moment, I needed to think. “I thought you didn’t date. This skill level does not reflect that.” I felt that cocky grin against my neck and my knees almost buckled.
“I said I didn’t have girlfriends. I never said I was celibate.”
Clearly not. If the coordinated attack on my sanity by fingers and tongue was any indication. Just when I thought I might survive this mostly unscathed, he pulled his hand out of my pants and pressed it to his nose, then sucked his fingers.
“Oh my god.” That reedy, barely audible voice was mine. “Rocco.”
“Fuck, I love how you smell.” His wet fingers dipped right back in, looking for my clit again. “I bet I’ll have you on my hands for days.”
I was holding on for dear life as he increased the pressure, his fingers pressing the bundle of nerves inside me as his thumb made circles on my clit. I stiffened as the pleasure coiled something inside me so tight it felt like every muscle in my body tightened at once.
“Does that feel good? I want to hear you come for me, Julia.”
I had no words. My belly felt liquid and that tightness in my gut started building, impossibly good.
I moaned again and he took my mouth hard, his fingers expertly working to make me fall apart. The orgasm hit me in waves and I clung to him, panting his name as it took me under. Until I was boneless in his arms.
I couldn’t remember ever—not with Matt or any of the guys I’d messed around with on our many “time-outs”—being with a man who could make my body respond like this. Once the moment passed, he slipped his hand out and brought it back to my ass. Cupping it, like all of that was his. And I was in no shape to argue.
“Good?” he whispered in my ear, and even though it sounded a little smug, I had to give it to him. He did excellent work with his hands.
I tried and failed to look mad. I was too blissed out. “It was great and you know it. Don’t be conceited.” He laughed and I tilted my head for another kiss. We started lazy and slow, but when I pressed against him, I felt his erection. I looked up, embarrassed. I’d gotten off like a porn star and he was still hard as a rock.
“Can I?”
He shook his head and kissed my ear. “Today was about you.”
Why was he like this?
It was my turn to shake my head. “Are you trying to win some kind of Mr. Perfect award or something, because who says no to a blow job?”
He laughed and hugged me tight. “I didn’t say no. I said, I’m okay for now. I don’t need to come every time you do.”
Bullshit.
I gripped his cock tight and looked at him. “But what ifIwant to taste you?”
“Julia, you don’t have to.”
I ran a hand over his hard chest, my mouth watering at the thought of him in my mouth.
His body was tight with tension. I could tell that it wouldn’t take long for him to lose it. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
“I want to.” I was about to go down on my knees and show him when a loud crash and my sister’s voice made us both jump.
“Hey, are you guys still up?” My heart was galloping out of my chest as I frantically tried to adjust my clothes.
She was in the living room within seconds, definitely not long enough for me to get myself together or for Rocco’s hard-on to sort itself out. I stood in front of him doing my best to look like I hadn’t just been finger fucked within an inch of my life, with a half-feral cat as a witness.
Oh, God, we both reeked of sex.
