Shrugs.
“I guess you’ll have to be quiet?”
I choke on a laugh as she licks around the straining crown, my surging erection. All for her. Only for her.
Her thumb rubs up and down over my piercings, and the pleased hum she makes as she chases that touch with her whole mouth is so damn good. She swallows me so those bars run right over her tongue, and fuck that feels good. Great. Incredible.
Mind-fucking-blowing.
She’s definitely not selfish. Rory Minelli is a very, very giving human being. “MyGod.”
“Goddess, if you please,” she says, her breath warm against the slick wetness coating my shaft. “Or Roar, if you want. I like hearing you moan my name.”
“I can’t moan your name. People will know what you’re doing.” My chest heaves as I shove my fingers into her hair and guide her back down my cock. “Don’t stop sucking, for the love of?—”
She closes her lips around me andpulls. My eyes roll back in my head, and I have to bite my lip to keep the sounds I’m making inside my body.
“Your mouth is so perfect,” I manage to whisper. There, that’s the right now. Low and private, just for her ears. “You’re so good at that, Roar. You make me feel so fucking good. Are you going to swallow my seed? Want me to spill like this? Or do you want to stroke me and see me come all over your hand and my piercings?”
She pops off, her eyes wild and bright. She holds my gaze as she pumps my cock. “Yeah, make a mess for me.”
Fuck fuck fuck.
Climb on top of me, I want to beg.Let me make a mess inside you.
Instead, I stare at her, transfixed, as she strokes her thumb up and down the underside of my shaft, my cock throbbing in her tight hold. I’m sure my eyes are just as hot and wild as hers, just as dangerously close to spilling secrets that would ruin this new peace we’ve navigated towards.
But I can’t look away.
My hips buck into her touch, my balls pulling tight. Churning with desire, with need, with something so profoundlyrightthat I hate how much I fucked us up.
This could have been something so good, and I lost sight of that. I forgot how to be hers, and I wasted an entire year of our lives.
It’s really fucking something that I’m still fucking her hand while feeling that regret so intensely. As if sex is all that matters. It’s not even close, but I will take every secondof intimacy I can get with her, on her terms, because it’s so much better than nothing.
And the sight of her mouth stretched wide around me, the feel of my barbells and her tongue, the quiet, urgent sucking sounds, the soft slide of her curls through my fingers as she bobs her head and holds her eyes on my face…it’s all perfect, actually.
“I’m not going to last.”
She smiles around my cock, as if to saygood. As if that’s the point.
She wants to make me explode on her tongue.
So I give in and let her take me there. My balls draw tighter, tighter, then clench up, pulsing pure pleasure as she gulps down my release.
So. Fucking. Good.
“You’re incredible, just the best, holy shit,” I whisper.
She pulls off and grins. “Great job being quiet.”
I laugh and tug at her arm. “Get up here.”
“No, that was just for you.” She licks her lips, her eyes glowing. “Because I appreciate you.”
Ah, of course. She has a righteous sense of fairness, and she wouldn’t want to owe me too much for being kind over the holidays. But if we’re going to have transactional sex, it’s going to be fair in its own way.
“Returning the pleasure would also be for me,” I growl as I catch her by the arm, then find the strength to lever myself up and grab her hips so I can tumble her onto the bed. “Now it’s your turn to be quiet.”
