“Same.” She gave a frustrated laugh. “Look at us, arguing over oral.”
A flicker of provocative mischief crossed his face as he reached down and lifted her chin, drawing her away. “There is one solution. A win-win.”
She gave his gorgeous cock a longing glance. “I’m all ears.” A bead of precum gleamed from the tip, refracting light like a diamond.
“How are you at multitasking?”
“I’m a woman.” She furrowed her brow, unsure where he was going with this. “It’s sort of our specialty.”
“Then how about flipping over. I want to lick your sweet pussy while my cock’s halfway down your throat.”
Whoa.
Of all the things that could happen when Tor’s ice-cold veneer melted, this was more than she’d dared hoped to discover.
He didn’t treat her like something fragile or delicate. Far from it. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted—to use and be used in return.
Her thighs pressed together on instinct, the slick caress of her panties almost too much sensation against her mound.
“Go on.” He nudged her, his gaze more wicked by the moment. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You’re going to come while I fuck that pretty face.”
He knew what he was doing. Oh, this man knew exactly what sort of effect his dominance had on her. She wanted him to take her in every position he could think of. But she paused halfway through her pivot, trying to process what was about to happen.
Intensity and hesitation warred within.
“Neve.” His voice seemed to ache with the same need gripping her, squeezing at her center, throbbing through her thighs.
“I... I feel sort of shy?” She was acutely aware of just how small her underwear was and the fabric was more or less see-through given her wetness.
“You just tore off my pants.”
“Hey. I’m allowed these feelings.”
“Right now you’re only allowed to be one thing.” She felt the force of his gaze like a tantalizing caress.
“Illuminate me.” Her voice was faint.
“Hungry for my cock.”
Blue stars exploded on the edge of her vision.
That was it. He won all the dirty talk forever. She couldn’t beat his mastery, but needed to regain some power. Some foothold here in the bedroom. He wanted to be dominant, that was fine. She was here for it.
But if she was going down, she’d bring him to his knees.
Crawling up, she spread her legs over his face, her knees pressing into his broad shoulders.
She expected him to slide her panties to the side and feast. That was what she’d mentally prepared for. Instead, he stared, stroking the ledge of her panties leg elastic until she was almost begging him for relief. Then slowly, oh, so slowly, he slid a finger under the thin, soaking fabric and hissed a breath.
“Good lord.” It sounded like he had to force the words out. “Do you always get this wet?”
Her ears turned pink. The room was so quiet that she could actually hear herself as he stroked her.
“You smell incredible,” he growled. “And I already know you taste even better.” And then he was there, driving his tongue straight into the center of her slick, tight pussy.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she let her lips close around his shaft. He tasted like clean, warm skin with a faint trace of salt. She circled her tongue around his smooth head and the tangy flavor intensified, as did the shuddering in his muscles.
She’d never done this, never worked over a guy’s shaft while he brought her the same pleasure. She gripped his hard thighs, back arching, as the connection thrummed between them. When she took him down all the way to his root and held him there, pressed against the back of her throat, she relaxed the muscles so she could accommodate his last impressive inch while grinding down on his hungry mouth. True to his word, he fell on her like a starving man and she twisted and turned her hips, grinding over his face with so much greed that she’d be embarrassed if she wasn’t so needy.
