My eyes flutter open and catch on Talon's. Even in the soft light, their pale blue-gray hue is easy to see, as well as the intensity burning in them as he watches my face while his fingers move further into my body.
"Let me make you come," he whispers, fingers slipping through my moisture then dipping inside me. "I want to watch while you come on my hand for me, baby."
Even if I was planning on saying no, I'd have forgotten how.
Hitching my thigh over his, I angle to make myself more available.
All the thoughts in my head finally go quiet and I give myself over to the sensations that are making that possible.
Talon's fingers move deeper. He strokes slowly, watching while our eyes are still locked on each other. Then he changes the angle, adds another finger when I'm so worked up I can't stay focused.
My hand clutches at his arm, digging into the muscles I feel working with the movements that are making me lose control.
"That's it, like that, just let go and let me watch you, Zona."
His fingers hit my g-spot, his strokes becoming quicker and centered on the place he's found deep inside me, but it's Talon's rough voice that sends me spiraling.
Everything in me tightens and clenches and I'm helpless to stop myself from grinding against the heel of his hand as my orgasm rips through me.
Talon's lips are on mine again, gently, before bringing the fingers that were just inside me to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes closing and a long, low, groan making its way out of him as he does it.
"You should get some sleep," he whispers, moving a sweat-soaked strand of hair off my face.
I hate those words. I hate the tortured sound of them that tells me he's just as uninterested in that plan as I am.
"You should make sure I'm tired."
Talon groans, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.
His other hand slips low and grips his stiff cock like it might have a mind of its own and he's trying to hold it back.
I reach out for him. Our hands compete for the thick rod straining under the thin fabric of those boxer briefs, but he lets me win without much of a fight.
Rolling onto my side, I move downward until I'm eye to eye with those brick-wall abs. Gripping the band of his briefs, I pull them down to reveal his cock.
Talon gasps above me, his arm still slung over his eyes.
I swallow hard at the sight of him. He's long and thick and so hard that when I wrap my hand around him I have to pull to move that glistening tip toward my mouth.
The hand that was over his eyes lands on the back of my head, gathering my hair into a loose fist. At first, the weight of his grip rests lightly, as I tease the tip of his manhood with my tongue, tasting the slick pre-cum there. Then his grip tightens in my hair as I stretch my lips to take him into my mouth.
His hips rise up, filling my mouth with the full length of him before I can prepare for it. I gag on the tip, and pull back for a breath, not even remotely ready to stop. But Talon's hold on my hair pulls me away before I can taste him again.
"Zona, stop."
He doesn't sound like he means it.
"You don't have to."
"I know..." I run my hand behind my head, pushing his hand away before dropping my head back to the hard member that pulses in my other hand. "I want to."
CHAPTER SEVEN
TALON
My fingers clutchat the blanket that's gotten twisted between us, willing myself to let Arizona have control of the moment. Losing the fight by millimeters each time her hot little mouth slides down my shaft.
Before I know it, my hand is back in her hair, setting the pace for her to torture me while I do my best not to thrust to meet those wet strokes that threaten to have me spilling down her throat.
