“So?” I challenge. “I’m never going to get tired of eating your pussy, Charlotte. Because your pussy? It also happens to my favorite pussy.”
“Good.” Her gaze softens, but it doesn’t cool. She’s still on fire, her eyes burning into mine as she whispers, “And I love how generous you are, but it’s my turn.”
She tugs at my hair, urging me to my feet. I let her draw me up and spin us until my thighs press against the edge of the mattress.
Let her push me back until I fall into the welcoming softness of her bed.
She climbs on top of me, making my pulse stutter as she reaches for the close of my belt. The rasp of leather against the buckle makes my jaw clench, and my cock twitch behind my zipper as she works it down. I lift my hips, and she tugs hard and fast, stripping my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees in one clean motion. I start to shift, planning to kick them the rest of the way down and off, but she’s already on me, palms bracketing my hips as she lowers her head and…
Fuck.
Her mouth.
Her fuckingmouth.
Just…fuck.
“God, Charlotte,” I groan as her tongue slides from base to tip in one long, lingering stroke that steals the air from my lungs. “Fuck.”
“Soon, baby. Patience,” she says in a teasing whisper. Then she takes the head of my already leaking cock into her mouth and sucks. She sucks me hard, deep, the delicious pull racing along every nerve as my balls draw tight.
I reach for the bed, clutching at the sheets, fighting the urge to touch her. To fist my hands in her silky hair or curl my fingers around her neck.
I don’t want to do anything to interrupt her.
I want her in control, devouring me exactly the way she wants, with zero interference.
She hums as if in approval of my choice to abandon control, and I twitch against her tongue, sucking in a breath as she takes me even deeper. She uses her fist to grip what her mouth can’t take, keeping the glide tight, steady.
Andwet. Fuck, the slick heat of her mouth has me strung tight enough to go any second, but I’m not about to let that happen. I refuse to come until I’m inside her, buried deep with her legs wrapped tight around me.
I do my best to hold back the tide, focusing on memorizing every second of how sexy she is right now, with her silky hair falling over my stomach and her lips gliding up and down my cock. As if sensing my eyes on her, she looks up, cheeks hollowed, lashes low and dangerous. The eye contact punches through my chest, threatening to rip away the last of my control. My mouth fills with a sharp, acidic taste that warns I’m dangerously close to the edge.
I groan, fighting for strength as my head thumps back against her pillow.
She’s proving she meant what she said.
Proving my dick is her favorite.
Favorite.The word plays on repeat, echoing through my head as she finds a rhythm that makes my calves tense and my shoulders press into the mattress.
I breathe. Or try to. I brace my heels and clench my glutes, refusing to thrust up, even when my throbbing balls beg me to chase the heat of her mouth. To chase the pleasure, I’m now holding back with a wish and prayer…
“Charlotte, please,” I finally grit out. “I need you. Need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
She sets my cock free only to torture me with open-mouthed kisses along my shaft that make me shudder. “Patience. I’m not done tasting you yet.”
I curse.
She smiles and goes back to kissing and licking. Back to pumping me with her hand. Back to cupping my balls, rolling them gently in the sac as she sucks me deep.
My abs twitch as my orgasm gathers hard and fast, leaving me dragging in breath in shallow gasps. If she doesn’t ease up soon, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll come in her mouth, and it won’t be pretty.
Between the storage closet and everything she’s just done, there’s been too much build-up for that.
“Mercy,” I whisper. “Mercy, please. Mercy.”
“All right. Since you asked so nicely.” She licks me once more—one last, possessive taste that has sweat breaking out on my forehead—before she crawls up my body, the heat burning in her eyes making it clear I’m not alone.
