“Would you prefer to lie down? Or do you want to keep standing so you can fuck my mouth?”
His eyes widen and a spark of pleasure goes off in me. “What?No. I wouldn’t—we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s—” He tries to pull me up. “I want to go down on you.”
“No. I’m busy.” I take him back in my mouth, suck hard, and another strangled noise rushes out of his mouth.
“I don’t know if I can—shit, Jordan, I can’t think when you’re doing that?—”
I take him all the way to the back of my throat, along the flat of my wet, warm tongue, again and again. Slowly, because the disbelief on his face, the way he can’t seem to catch his breath, hearing the curses and my name on his lips, it’s perfect.
He’s unraveling for me. It’s the fantasy I never knew I had. Or maybe it’s what I wanted all along—to break him. To make him snap.
Just not like I thought.
“I need to tell you something,” he says.
I pause, his cock still in my mouth. “Right now?” I say around him.
“Yes,” he grits out. “Right now. I don’t want to keep it from you anymore.”
I rub the flat of my tongue against his tip, and his eyelids dip. “Fuck, Jesus, shit. Jordan. I can’t think when you do that.”
I know, so I keep doing it.
“I’m going to get you back for this,” he promises with his eyes closed. “Okay, the clothes the team bought you?”
With his free hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s having a hard time focusing, and a ping of smug pleasure bursts inside me. I let my free hand wander to his balls. I tug lightly and his teeth clamp together to hold in a stifled groan.
“I bought them. They were from me.”
I pause with his cock resting on my tongue.
“Are you mad?” he asks, hair falling in his eyes as he looks down.
That Tate spent way, way too much money buying me everything I need?
“No.” My mouth twists into a smile. “But I should have known.”
I sweep my tongue over the sensitive part on the underside of his length, and his eyelids dip. His thighs tense. Not long, now.
“You take care of everyone but yourself.” I give him a few hard strokes, fascinated by the way his head falls back. “That’s okay, though. That’s what I’m for.”
The noise that comes out of him is equal parts comfort, like this is what his body and mind have been craving, and concern, like he’s getting closer to losing control.
“Can you, um.” His head rolls to the side like he’s having a hard time staying upright. “Can you take your pants off? And your panties? I don’t know why I like the,” he pauses while I slide them off, eyes on his as he gazes down at me, dark and unfocused. He swallows, “I like the idea of you bare and getting wet.” His eyes drop to my body. “Are you? Getting wet?”
“Mhm.” I take him back into my mouth, and his eyes close again.
“Fuck. Okay. We should stop.”
“Just a little bit longer,” I say before taking him deep. “One more minute.”
He’s nodding, breathing hard. “One more minute.”
I find a rhythm that makes his eyes go unfocused and thighs tense. His hips start to thrust, and I know I have him. His hand shifts in my hair, taking the length of my ponytail and wrapping itaround his fist, and the delicious prickles from his grip dance across my scalp and down my spine. Between my legs, heat gathers and aches.
