“Most men wouldn’t care about that.”
“They would if they’d like to see you a third time.”
We’ve barely gotten to the second. All we’ve really done is talk. And talking isn’t what he’s booked me for.
I turn in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and pull him down to kiss him, but I stop, just short. “Does that mean you’re ready to perform?”
One of his hands presses at the base of my spine, moving me forward until I’m flush against his cock. It’s so hard, it digs into me, the little barbs poking.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” Hands on me, he picks me up so that neither of us have to strain when he kisses me. “Do you know how difficult it is to work when the mere thought of you has made me hard at least ten times today?”
“I don’t.” I bite his bottom lip. “But I would love for you to show me what you’ve been daydreaming about.”
CHAPTER 4
“Jade?” he asks, lips pressed to mine, hands smoothing over my back, my ass, down my legs.
“Mmhmm?”
“Can I taste you?”
He can do anything he wants to me.
I don’t say that, of course. The menu and its audit exist for a reason.
“I got to taste you.” I pull back and trace his lips with my fingers. “I guess it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
He says something in a language I don’t know, but it has the same gravity as “thank God.”
Licking his lips, he slides his hands down my sides and between my legs, but he doesn’t go to his knees like I expect him to.
No, he gets all eight hands where he wants them, and then he lifts me higher.
“Oh!” The little sound of surprise makes him smile.
Arranging my legs over his shoulders, he holds me in front of him, hands supporting me like I’m on a plank, not suspended in mid air.
Before I can make a joke about feeling like a sandwich, his mouth finds my pussy, and all words leave me. I can only gasp.
My mind goes fully blank before everything rushes back.
I wriggle for a moment before the sensations turn from startling to soothing. I almost let myself be an innocent bystander.
It would be so easy to just lie back and take whatever he gives me, but I can think of a way we’ll both have more fun.
Unlike in the booth, my hair is going to get in the way of what I want to do.
My fingers quest for the hair tie I wear on my wrist like a bracelet and once I have it, I scoop my hair back into a messy bun.
Once it’s out of the way, I move the hands supporting my shoulders and Mooralan lets me drop back. I take a moment here to enjoy the way his tongue works me, and the beauty out the window.
Those hands that had supported me go straight to my breasts, pinching my nipples and I tighten around his tongue.
He’s good at this… good at toying with me. Good at finding all the right spots… Mooralan knows what he’s doing and I am very happy to reap the benefits of his experience.
It’s a struggle not to come, but I have plans, and focusing on them helps.
A little.
