Consent. Right. “Y-Yeah,” I stutter. “I mean, uh, yes. Definitely yes.”
She chuckles before nipping at my abs. Jesus Christ. “Mmmmm,” she murmurs. “You seemed so upset last night. Let me take care of you.”
My dick is loving this idea, but it takes my brain a second more to process her words. When I do, I reach down to grab her by her armpits and haul her up so she’s face-to-face with me. She gasps as I yank her up my body.
“I don’t need you to give me pity sex, beauty.” My voice is gravel. I clear my throat yet again. “I don’t want you to feel that you have to take care of me that way. I should be the one taking care of you. Always.” Making her feel good is my job.
Taryn looks into my eyes as if she’s trying to see my soul. I’m not sure what my expression reveals, but soon enough, she presses her lips to mine and I welcome her kiss. Damn. Even the morning breath on this woman is sexy. Yeah. I’ve got it bad.
She pulls back after a few minutes and sucks my bottom lip before going back to nuzzle my throat. “I think, maybe, we should take care of each other.” She glances up at me from under her thick lashes. “Always.”
The air backs up in my lungs and my throat constricts, keeping my response locked inside. I focus on taking deep breaths as she returns to her original journey south. Her hand fondles me through my sweatpants as her tongue runs over the muscles of my abdomen. My hips thrust upward before I realize it, and my girl chuckles. She seems in no hurry and it’s driving me crazy. My entire body is strung tight.
She runs her tongue down the trail leading to the place I am praying she’ll put her mouth next. Every fiber of my being wants her to close those lips around me. Take long pulls on my dick in that sweet mouth. I’m sweating, gripping the sheets to keep from moving her head where I want it. Where Ineedit.
Slowly—ever so slowly—she lifts my waistband to wrap her slender fingers around my length. I grunt as I flex my hips, seeking more attention. More friction. Just more of anything she’ll give me. Taryn responds by gripping me tighter—thank God—before using her free hand to lower my sweatpants to my knees. I don’t hesitate to lift my hips yet again to help her out. I’m nothing if not considerate.
I register her hot breath against my dick an instant before her soft, pink tongue peeks out of her plump lips to press gently against my slit. I hiss in acknowledgement and that seems to spur her on because before I know it, she’s taken me to the back of her throat without any preamble. Godfuckingdammit. I won’t last like this. Not when her throat closes around my tip. Not when I look down and see the saliva dripping off her chin. She’s flushed and sloppy and absolutely fucking devastating.
She slurps my cock, rubbing it against the back of her throat, before she moves her lips up my shaft to swirl her tongue around the head. I’m in goddamn nirvana. I grip the sheets harder. My knees lock and my toes curl.
“Christ, beauty,” I grit out. “Fuck. That feels so good.”
She hums around me and I can feel my cock swell in response. I realize that I’ve screwed my eyelids closed in pleasure, so I force them open so that I don’t miss the show going on below my waist. I almost wish I hadn’t. Taryn’s big green eyes are locked on my face. Her swollen lips swallow me again as her long hair brushes against my thighs. There are too many sensations. Pleasure rushes through my veins. I’m leaking into her mouth and she laps up my pre-cum as though it’s her favorite flavor. As though she can’t get enough. Christ. I thank God—again—that this girl is my wife.
I meet Taryn’s eyes. Her wet, sloppy noises fill the room, causing my hips to work on their own. I don’t want to choke her, but I’ve lost the ability to control what’s happening right now. It’s too good. She gags a little before running her tongue up me once again. I don’t know what I say to her. Something comes out of my mouth. Maybe that she’s beautiful? It’s what I’m thinking but I have no idea what words I’m forming.
She’s pumping me with one hand now, her mouth working me over, while her free hand moves to cup my balls.Yeah. That’s it.She tugs a little and my thrusts become more sporadic. I’m so close. So very close. My eyes close again and I tip my head back as shivers of lust and desire overtake my system.
Taryn licks up my length before her voice, hoarse from choking on my cock, husks out, “Liam. Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch when your wife swallows your cum.”
Jesus Christ. Motherfucker. I’m done. Absolutely fucking gone for this girl. She goes deep again, gives my balls a little tug, and I explode with my eyes locked on her gorgeous face. I pump into her throat and she swallows me down, every drop, staying with me until I begin to deflate. Even then, my hips move without my permission. It’s as though my body demands to stay in her warm, wet mouth even after I’ve been sucked dry. Literally.
“I—” My voice is a rasp. “I—shit. That was—” Yeah. There are no words for what just happened. “I mean—uh—wow.”
Taryn’s musical laughter rings out, and she kisses my tip before climbing up my body to kiss me. My salty taste is on her lips and it’s hot as fuck. I thread my fingers through her sweaty hair and take the kiss deeper. Mmmmm. So good.
Taryn is squirming on top of me and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together.
“Did sucking my cock make you hot, beauty?” I ask her gruffly.
My girl kisses my jaw before whispering, “So hot.”
Fuck. “Text your mother. You have a fever.” We aren’t leaving this bed today.
LIAM
Ryan’s bedroom looks like NASA crashed into a bomb shelter. His desk is a disaster zone of energy drinks, a cold, half-eaten sandwich, and stacks of hard drives. Three monitors flicker with columns of numbers, various feeds and security alerts, while a tangle of wires snakes across the floor. He doesn’t even turn around when I walk in.
“You’re late,” Ryan says, without looking up. His fingers don’t stop flying across the keyboard.
“Good to see you too, little brother,” I shoot back, kicking a stray cable out of my way as I step inside. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to trip over this junk and break my neck. Then you’ll be stuck explaining to Da that you killed his heir with your bad housekeeping skills.”
“Just stick to the path I’ve cleared and you’ll be fine.” His tone is flat, as always.
I roll my eyes and flop into the chair beside him. “Always a pleasure, Ry. I don’t have very long,” I warn him. “Taryn is meeting me here so we can go out to dinner. Turns out, neither of us can cook.” I grin as I think of our failed attempts over the past couple weeks. We are definitely “breakfast for dinner” people.
My brother ignores my rambling, tapping another sequence of keys. “The Greeks moved funds again this morning. Four separate accounts, each routed through a chain of at least three dummy corporations, but I’ve tracked them back to the same logistics company.”
