“Mmm, dirty girl.” He looked up to find her watching him and smiled as he skimmed his fingers under the elastic at her hips then slowly dragged her panties down her thighs. “I’ve been thinking about you, too. About your pretty little pussy fisting my dick while I fuck you.”
“Mmm, sweet talker.”
He laughed, and it felt good to let go of all the shit. She was so easy to be with, even when she wasn’t. “Step out.”
One foot lifted, then the other. He scooped the silk into his fist.
“Mine.” He kissed the soft flesh of her belly. The muscle beneath contracted. His dick flexed. “What do you want?”
Her hands fluttered to land on his shoulders. She pressed him backward until he reclined and stretched his arms along the backrest. Leaning close, she teased her lips over his. “I want you to let me keep my promise.”
He groaned, knowing exactly what promise she meant. “I’m all yours.”
Grabbing a pillow, she dropped it between his feet and knelt in front of him, her actions deliberate. She slipped off his loafers. His socks followed. Her palms smoothed up his thighs, but didn’t stop where he wanted them to. Instead, her nimble fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, so he focused on her lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock.
They were moving but it took him a moment to catch up to the words dripping out of them.
“…but you were late, so we have to hurry. It’s almost midnight.”
What did I miss? Is she turning into a pumpkin or something?
“Why’s that?” He brushed her hands aside and sat up to remove his shirt as she tackled his belt and the clasp of his pants
“New rule.” She worked the zipper down.
“Fuck the rules.” He lifted his hips and shoved his pants over his hips and down to his ankles. His dick sprang forward. He gestured toward it. “Clearly, this is not the time.”
“That’s what I’m telling you. We’re almost out of time.” Moving his pants aside, she looked up at him, her gaze imploring. “I’m changing the rule about no sex while I’m on the clock to no sex at all on the days I work for you. It feels too…wrong.”
So they were back to that. He really didn’t get what difference it made to fuck the day before or the day after, but… “What if I cleared my schedule?”
She smiled, but humor never reached her eyes. “Without your schedule, there’d be no reason for us to ever see each other again.”
Her words seared through him like a fucking hot poker, but she didn’t wait for him to agree to her new rule as slender fingers curled around the base of his cock.
Not that she wasn’t right. No fake dates equaled no reason for them to continue, but he’d have to analyze her logic later because something didn’t feel right about it. Not as right as the velvety pad of her tongue lapping pre-cum dribbling down his dick.
“Ah, Legs.” Avery dug his fingers into the cushions, letting her have control—for now.
His heart thudded against his ribs as she licked from root to tip, tracing the veins and swirling around the swollen ridge. Pink lips parted, and her mouth closed over the crown.
He groaned as heat shot through his cock to his balls. Hot, wet, silky. “So good.”
Dark cinnamon lashes fluttered upward, then rested against flushed cheeks. She angled her head to work her tongue over the tip, and her hair blocked his view, forcing him to give up his hold on the couch. He threaded his fingers through long fiery waves and shoved them back to cradle her head and angle it just fucking so.
Inch by inch, his dick disappeared until he hit the back of her throat. He held her there for a moment, held his breath, savoring the depth, wanting more. “Fuck.”
At the slight pressure of her head against his hand, he eased off and exhaled against the need to ram back in. She pulled back, and he shivered as her teeth grazed the sensitive rim. His stomach contracted. His hips jerked, breaking the tight seal of her lips around his girth.
Saliva trailed down his shaft, lube for her fingers as they rode upward to meet her lips on their downward path. She took him deeper with every stroke, holding him there longer. Then she began to suck, her cheeks shrinking around him.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” He arched into her next intake. She relaxed her throat and fuck if he didn’t gain another inch. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Sweet Jesus, Jo.”
She hummed, and a familiar tightening in his sac drew another groan. He didn’t want to leave the sanctuary of her mouth. He wanted to come down her throat, but he owed her a warning, a choice.
“I’m gonna come,” he said on a ragged breath and couldn’t be sure she heard him. “Jo?”
She sucked harder and increased the tempo.
