“Jesus. Addison, you scared the crap out of me.” He’d been so caught up he hadn’t noticed the shower turn off.
“I see that.”
He moved to tuck himself back into his pants—he’d finish in the shower.
“Ah ah.” She pushed his hands aside and wrapped hers around his cock.
Devon hissed through clenched teeth. The mattress dipped next to his hip as she climbed on the bed, settling between his legs. He spread them farther apart to give her room.
“Addison—”
“Someone’s been naughty and needs to be punished.” She licked the very tip of his head.
“Shit. I don’t think you understand the definition of punishment,” he said.
“Hands under your head. Keep them there or I stop.”
He followed her instructions, shoving his hands under the pillow and fisting the fabric in his hands.
“Good boy.” She licked around the head of his dick before slowly sliding her mouth down the length.
He spread his knees wider when she drew her mouth up the shaft, the tip of her tongue pressing against the underside.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.
Grasping the base of his cock with one hand, she set a slow, steady rhythm with her mouth and fist. Up and down, twisting her fist.
Maybe she did understand the definition of punishment because he teetered on the precipice of an orgasm forever. She didn’t change her pace, and it hovered just out of reach. Every time he tried to thrust his hips up or speed up, she backed off. His whole body shook, every muscle straining with the effort to be still and accept what she was giving.
“Addy, baby.” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for.
She shifted and grasped his ball sack in her other hand, rolling and squeezing in time to her mouth. There it was. It started to gather in the base of his spine, and his balls drew up even as she pulled on them.
One of her fingers rubbed his perineum and, holy fuck, she slid the finger forward, farther into his ass and pressed against the entrance at the same time she took his cock deep in her mouth and swallowed.
“Fuck me!” His orgasm exploded out of him, and his back bowed off the bed. His hips thrust mindlessly as he spurted his seed. Shit. Every time with Addison was better than the last.
She released him with a soft lick and swirl of her tongue and crawled up his body to lie on top of him, her head in the crook of his neck.
It took every last bit of his strength to wrap his arms around her, one hand on her ass. He blinked his eyes open. “Jesus. Are we going to be late for dinner?”
“No. We’ve got about forty minutes. I didn’t wash my hair so I just need to do my makeup while you take a shower.”
“It’s only been twenty minutes?” he asked.
“Eh. Closer to fifteen.”
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you. I’d like to return the favor, but I’m finding it hard to move.”
She laughed softly. “That’s okay. I took care of myself in the shower.”
He squeezed her ass. “Fuck. That’s what I imagined. That’s why I started stroking one out.”
She propped herself up on his chest. “Why didn’t you join me?”
A thick strand of hair had escaped her bun, and he tucked it behind her ear. “I didn’t want to make us late.”
She grinned but her smile faded. “Are you okay with all this?”
