Her eyes widen in surprise. “Right now?”
“Right now,” I say, lowering my zipper. I grab her hand and draw it to me so she can feel how hard I am.
She tugs her hand away. “How about after?”
After? I stare at her blankly, unable to piece together what she’s asking for. Does she want me to give her an orgasm first? If so, I’m down for that. My fingers catch the tie on her yoga pants. “After what?”
She brushes my fingers off her drawstring. “After you call Ethan,” she says in an imploring tone.
Jesus Christ.Is she still on that?
And did she put her hands on me just now to soften me up, so I’ll do what she wants? Clever. Unfortunately for her, at the moment, soft is the last thing I am.
“I had a rough time today, Shane. You could do something nice. To restore my faith in humanity.”
I almost laugh. “That’s not what you really want.”
Her brows knit together. “Yes, it is.”
“This isn’t about proving there’s kindness and goodness in the world. What you want is to see if I’ll give you your way. The fluttering eyelashes are a nice touch, by the way. Wanna know what will work better?” I point at the floor in front of me.
She glares at me.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
“When they talk about toxic masculinity, this is what they mean.”
“No doubt.” I snap my fingers and gesture to the bed’s pillows.
Her tight nipples and parted lips tell me she feels more than frustration right now.
Her hips sway as she walks to the bed, and my eyes drop to her perfect peach of an ass. I want to sample all of her, and soon.
Scooping up a pillow, she looks over the mattress. Is she thinking about what it would be like to be pinned to that bed underneath me?
Returning to me, she drops the pillow between my feet and lowers herself. My breath is stilted. She takes my cock out and breathes on it.
Jesus, that feels good.
“What did I do wrong last night?”
I don’t understand what she means, partly because my brain’s lost most of its blood supply. “Wrong?”
Her cool fingers wrap around my cock, and my neurons forget how to fire.
“Just tell me how you want me to do this, so it can be over as fast as possible.”
Damn, that’s cold. Practically ice water on my groin, but my cock soldiers on, standing stubbornly at attention.
My brow arches. “You want advice? Your telling me you want this over quickly means I’ll make sure it isn’t.” My fingers grip her hair, twisting to make her head tip back. “Now open that smart mouth, little girl.”
Her expression’s startled a moment, then she opens her mouth obediently.
My thoughts distill down to one thing. I need her to blow me right now more than I need my next breath.
I’m rough when I plow my cock between her lips. Her teeth scrape me, which I know isn’t her fault. I still tap her cheek in warning. “No teeth.”
She looks up at me through the fringe of dark lashes. Her eyes say she wants to kill me. Which I like. Then her lips close around my cock like a velvet ribbon, and she suckles me.
