There was always that one terrifying moment right before she came, when she lost balance and control. The inevitability of climax would feel perilous and unsteady, like stepping off the edge of a cliff. That instant of vulnerability, where she felt like she was falling, was the reason she didn’thave a lot of sex. She wasn’t even sure what she was afraid might happen in that split second of uncertainty, but she knew there was no risk of it with Teagan’s arms wrapped around the lower half of her body. She wasn’t going to fall.
The thread of tension broke through her body, sending a shimmering wave of sparks out along her limbs. She gasped as her body tensed and released, every sensation suddenly heightened and compelling: the air against her bare breasts, the softness of Teagan’s hair against her thighs, the wetness of his mouth still moving against her.
The pleasure quickly shifted into oversensitivity, and she jerked upright. Teagan instinctively moved with her, and she had to grab for his hair to stop him. She tipped his head back, eyeing his unfocused, glazed expression with satisfaction.
“You doing okay, big guy?” she asked. “You had enough air?”
Teagan licked his red, swollen lips before answering.
“Yep. I’m great,” he said thickly.
“I was a little afraid I’d accidentally kill you,” she confessed.
He gave a small huff of a laugh. “What a way to go though,” he said, hands smoothing appreciatively over her ass, pulling her back down like he intended to get right back to work. Darcy grinned as she carefully rolled away to kneel next to him on the couch.
She was dizzy with delight. So very pleased with herself, with him. The perks of this job were fantastic.
“Where are you going?” he complained, pulling her back. “I’m fine.” He cuddled her against his body, where he was giving off heat like a furnace.
“I’m good for now,” she said, patting his chest through the white cotton of his undershirt. She hadn’t managed toget him very undressed. “You can chug some water and take a lap.” She rubbed the firm muscle under the fabric. Maybe she’d just grope him for a bit then get back into it, if he was up for it. She gleefully pressed her face into his neck. This was so good. This was going to be the best three months of her life.
Teagan made a noise of disagreement and hauled her back into his lap. He cupped her chin and kissed her messily, wet mouth restless against her own. Darcy squirmed with satisfaction at the tight pressure of his arms around her. He definitely wasn’t thinking about his emails or the liquor store’s worth of booze she’d carried out now. Instead, his eyelids were heavy with arousal, and shoulders had relaxed with renewed confidence.
Darcy shifted in his lap, pleasantly considering her immediate future. Her workload was going to crater. She was going to get caught up on all of her classes. She was going to have a lot of sex. Like,a lota lot, even if his dick wasn’t part of the equation. This house had a hot tub, a pool, a sex couch, andfourbedrooms, and she was going to get it in all those places.
She’d eventually convince Teagan to tell her what he actually wanted, what he was afraid to ask her for, because there was no way he didn’t want something. She could feel the hard-on he’d said he wasn’t capable of pressed firmly against her thigh, and from the shape of it, he didn’t have anything to be modest about.
“Um, so,” she said, letting a hand drape down his chest and settle at the open fly of his trousers. She scooted toward his knees to give herself more room to work. “I feel like I could do something with this.”
Teagan’s eyelids fluttered in surprise, like he hadn’t evennoticed the erection tenting his pants, and he looked down in wary confusion.
“Oh, I”—his lips pressed together as he hesitated—“I don’t know.”
His eyes dipped again to her breasts. He didn’t move to do up his pants or to push her away though, so Darcy decided to continue troubleshooting.
“What are you afraid is going to happen?” she asked.
One corner of his mouth pulled to the side. “Nothing. I’m afraid nothing is going to happen.”
Darcy snorted in disapproval. That didn’t sound so terrifying. That was the same risk every woman bore whenever she hooked up with someone new.
“Well, I’m not. Because, like I said, I don’t really care if you come.”
That got a hint of a wry smile out of him. Encouraged by the expression, Darcy slid down over Teagan’s knees, landing on the upholstered floor of the conversation pit. She cupped him again through the fabric, letting her thumb brush the bottom curve.
He drew a nervous hand through his hair as he took in her new position in front of him.
“I think,” Darcy said, curling her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, “you would like my mouth on you.” She thought that was fairly universal, and if he was also interested in, say, clowns or hardcore bondage, they’d just work up to that admission.
“Yes,” Teagan said, worry mixing with rapt focus on the distance between her lips and his lap. “I would. I just—” His voice broke off, and he bit down hard on his inner lip, apparently determining not to ruin this for himself.
Darcy carefully pulled the fabric down tense thighscovered in light blonde fur, easing the elastic over the healing claw marks on his hip. Moving slowly, she looked up at him through her eyelashes and let him anticipate the first moment of contact between the rounded tip of her tongue and the bottom of his cock. She exhaled just before she touched him so that he felt the damp heat of her breath first. He jerked against her mouth as she closed lips around the crown, his sharp intake of breath audible.
She liked this. The way the muscles in Teagan’s thighs shifted when he forgot to hold his body tightly together. The taste of his skin. The slip of him over her tongue. The rasp of his breathing. The control it implied for her, the pleasure in his face.
After some minutes—long minutes, quiet minutes—Teagan began to shift in his seat.
“I swear I’m not trying to drag this out,” he said.
