My cock leaked onto her stomach. I watched as she traced a finger over the light trail I’d left on her before her tongue darted out to clean it off.
“Fuck. Eve, please.”
I was begging now. I didn’t give a fuck. She had me by the balls, both figuratively and literally.
“I need your mouth on me. Please.”
Her teeth dug into her full lower lip, trying to bite back a grin. How long was she going to torture me? How long could I last without making a complete idiot of myself and accidentally coming all over her like a teenager? My dick had no chill when it came to her.
“Since you asked so nicely...” She coasted down my body, giving my tip a quick lick before traveling down the base of the shaft and back up again with her tongue.
I groaned, knotting my hands in the sheets and thinking about baseball. Jack punching me in the face. My Aunt Muriel’s mustache. Anything that wasn’t how good her tongue felt on my dick.
Then her lips were on me, taking me in, enveloping me in the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue flicked over my tip before she swallowed down my cock, and I bottomed out at the back of her throat. She held me there, sucking me off like I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
I wasn’t going to last. She’d teased me with her mouth for so long and now that she let me have it, it exceeded all expectations. She was better than I’d ever imagined she would be. And this was going to be over too soon.
“Fuck. God. Oh my God. Oh, shit.”
Before I knew it, I was pouring down her throat, and she was swallowing me down like she couldn’t get enough.
“Oh my God,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
She gave me a knowing smile. “It’s not God you were begging for a few minutes ago,” she said, turning my words back on me.
I laughed, pulling her into my side. “No, but I’m pretty sure I just saw him, anyway. I had no idea that filthy mouth of yours could do that.”
“Mhmm. It’s a mouth of many talents.”
I was still dazed when she rolled out of bed and started getting dressed.
“You don’t need to leave,” I said, hoping she’d stay. I wanted more time with her. This wasn’t enough.
She smirked over her shoulder. “I need to get back home.”
“Your clothes are still wet,” I pointed out as she pulled on her romper.
“It’s fine. I’ve seen plenty of people on the subway wearing worse things. Can you zip this?”
She swept her hair to the side. I tucked myself into my boxers and then tugged her zipper up in one swift motion before pressing my lips to the base of her neck because I couldn’t help it. Goosebumps cropped up on her skin and she let her hair fall over her neck again.
I opened my dresser.
“Here,” I said, tossing her a t-shirt. “This way every creep on the train won’t be checking out your rack.” I nodded to the top of her romper where her bra was showing through the wet material.
She eyed me, gripping the t-shirt with her fingertips. “Oh. Uh. Thanks.” She ducked into the shirt before tying it at the waist to make it a little less baggy.
“I had fun,” I said, following her into the living room.
“Yeah, me too. Thanks for the omelet.”
“And the orgasms?”
She breathed out a startled laugh. “Yeah. Thanks for those, too.”
I watched her put those sexy heeled sandals back on, wrapping them up her calf. Part of me wanted to kneel in front of her and put them back on her myself, but I held back, pinning myself to the chair.
“About the ground rules,” Eve said, tying the laces into a neat bow. “I still think we need to—”
