Her eyes widen momentarily, so slightly that I almost miss it.
“Like what you see?” I ask, arching a brow.
She shrugs—the brat. “It’s fine.”
I huff a laugh as she wraps one hand around my base. Her touch is feather-light at first and it drives me insane. I need it hard and rough.
She looks up at me through her dark lashes.
“Is this what you’ve been thinking about?” she asks, her breath warm against my skin.
“Among other things,” I manage, my voice strained as she begins to stroke me slowly. “Christ, Gemma.”
She holds my gaze as she leans forward, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum on my tip.
The sight of this fierce woman on her knees might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. When her crimson lips finally wrap around me, taking me into the wet heat of her mouth, I grip the sofa cushions to refrain from instinctively thrusting up.
This is her game now.
Instead, I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping tight as she takes me deeper. Each slide of her lips and swirl of her tongue has my muscles tightening, pressure building in the base of my spine.
“Fuck, just like that,” I groan, watching her take me. “Your mouth is perfect.”
She hums around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and I know I need to stop this soon or else—
“Where do you want my come? Your mouth, your tits, or your pussy?”
“My mouth,” she mumbles around me.
She increases her pace and I’m helpless as she pushes me further toward the edge. My grip in her hair tightens as every muscle in my body tenses.
“Gemma, I’m close,” I warn, giving her one last chance to pull away.
Instead, she takes me deeper, looking up with those challenging green eyes, tears falling down her cheeks, and that’s what does it. With a guttural groan, I come hard, spilling down her throat as pleasure rips through me. She swallows everything, never letting up until I’m completely empty.
When she finally pulls back, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, a satisfied glint in her eyes. I pull her up onto my lap, claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.
That was, hands down, the best blow job I’ve ever received.
“I intend to have you every way possible before the sun rises,” I say. I’m only just getting started with her.
She leans back, pats me on the shoulder like I’m a dog, and slips off my lap. “Maybe another time.”
My brows furrow as I watch her pick up her clothing to get dressed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my ego bruising with every step she takes.
“I should go,” she says, zipping up her skirt.
“You’re leaving?” I ask, standing and making my way over to her.
She—I shit you not—fakes a yawn. “It’s late. This has been fun, but I’m exhausted.”
“You’re serious?” I say, my arms spread wide as she struts to the door. I know I’ve just blown a load, but I’m ready to go again.
“As a heart attack. See you tomorrow.” She turns, shooting me a wink. “Sweet dreams.” She swings open the door and slams it closed behind her.
I’m left stark naked, in the middle of the living room, sporting a semi.
