She ducked her head and ran her mouth up the side of his neck, the evening stubble of his beard rough against her lips. The last dregs of a warm cologne like whiskey and leather scented his skin, and his shirt collar was exquisitely soft against her cheek.
His slight exhalation and stretch underneath her were sexy as heck. His heavy muscles tightened under his clothes like he was winding like a spring.
“There are chairs over by the computer,” he said, his voice rough. “I could sit there.”
“I like you here,” she whispered near his ear and nibbled down his neck.
“Yeah, but—” His soft groan as she unbuttoned his shirt made her smile. “It might be easier on the chair, with you on your knees.”
She slipped a hand under his shirt, which was so amazingly soft that it must be silk. His trousers were cloud-soft like they’d been knitted out of kitten-tummy fur. “Do you have back problems?”
“No, but?—”
Nicole pushed his shirt aside. A tiny bumblebee was embroidered in gold thread near his waistband, and she shoved his undershirt up to reveal his cobblestone abdominal muscles and heavy pectorals.
A flap and a hook covered his pants’ button, and she was working her way through the layers of enclosures and prying the button through the buttonhole when his body moved under her hands, and then his arms wrapped her waist and she was airborne.
“Hey!”
Her head was hanging down his back as he caveman-carried her the few yards—holy cow, he was strong like she hadn’t weighed more than a piece of fluff when he’d picked her up and flung her over his shoulder—to the couch and chairs grouping and then slid her down the front of his body, a hard, bumpy ride. She landed in a heap at his feet where he was sitting, knees spread, on the couch.
He looked down at her as if from a throne, his eyes hooded, and said, “It’s up to you.”
Nicole slid her hands up his legs and almost—almost—stood up and walked away because he’d taken over, but his muscular thighs under her palms felt like a marble statue of Hercules.
He was really,reallygorgeous. As an engineer who considered design as much art as science, she wanted to admire his form.
With her hands, and with her mouth.
And with her body, but she needed the Pill for that.
She went back to work on getting his pants undone.
The fine fabric was so soft that it caught in her calluses, and even the zipper worked smoothly like a properly designed machine. These were some expensive clothes he was wearing.
Underneath, his black boxer-briefs covered his erection, and she pushed everything down to release him.
Oh, jeez. There wasa lotof him.
Okay, she’d just do her best. Nobody ever complained about a blow job.
“Good girl,” Kingston said as he watched her from above, adjusting the angle of hips on the couch.
Nicole smiled up at him, licked her upper lip, and then ran her tongue over the head of his thick arousal and sucked that massive shaft into her mouth.
She peeked just in time to see his eyes roll up, and he threw his head back, arching his back off the couch, flinging his arms out to the side, and hanging onto the back like he was going to fall off the Earth.“Fuck!”
That was gratifying.
His hardness filled her mouth, and she rubbed her tongue over the thick veins coiled on the sides. As she pushed down, taking more of him until he bumped into the back of her throat, his fingers threaded into her hair.
His natural male musk filled her nose as the blunt end pushed into the back of her throat, choking her. She gagged a little and wrapped her fingers below her lips because shecouldn’ttake him all.
“Fuck, yes,”Kingston groaned.
Up and down, his thin skin moving like velvet over the steel core under her hand and lips.
Every time his cock hit the back of her throat, he arched, a muscular undulation under her other hand resting on his flat stomach, and he moaned like she was destroying him. She caught him looking at her, watching her, his blue eyes intense, almost glaring, and then a wave rolled up his body and he closed his eyes for a moment before staring at her again.
