Another hot laugh escaped him, tongue snaking out to wet his lips.
Nerves?
I was too jacked up to tell.
My hand found its way to the top of his head, and I pushed him down.
24
NASH
Locke’s dick was huge. I’d had it in my mouth before. More than once. But never without the blood-pumping backup of my own buried inside my woman, and the scent of her all over him.
I’d never been alone with his cock like this, him waiting on me, his big body thrumming with desire, his sea-green gaze blazing pools of pure sex.
And maybe that’s why he’d done it that way. So that when this moment came, the sensation of him sliding between my lips, the taste of him, would be familiar enough that the runaway train my pulse had become wouldn’t leave the tracks entirely.
Breathing hard through my nose, I hooked Locke’s thigh over my shoulder, digging my fingers into solid muscle as I took as much of him as I could, my other hand flailing up to land on his belly.
My dick still throbbed from the workout his mouth had given me, my blood still whooshing in my ears. I wanted to make him feel like that so I could drown in it.
Inhim.
Goddamn, I wanted to suffocate in every fibre of Locke fucking Halliwell.
I swallowed him down again, grazing my teeth along his length, tugging on his thighs, urging him to rock into my mouth and push deeper.
Don’t be careful with me, remember?
For long minutes, he was, then he clutched my jaw, his breath heaving, and the answering rush in my nerves made me fucking fly.
A heated knot coiled in my belly, a groan wedged in my throat, filling it as much as Locke’s dick. I moved faster, harder, my lips fused to his shaft, his masculine grunts and gravelled gasps going straight to my balls. My hips began to move of their own accord, seeking out friction. I chanced a glance up, and his gaze alone nearly made me come.
I pushed him onto his back, and he let out a thick, strained breath.
“That’s so fuckin’ good.”
I was too consumed by him to answer. I kept my mouth on him, absorbing every shudder and flex, until he yanked me up the bed and crashed his lips to mine.
Breath left my body, my lungs dry. I kissed him back, rough and hurried, every facet of me desperate formore.
I didn’t know how well this place was stocked. On a prayer, I fumbled for the bedside table, ripping a drawer open. My fingers closed around a plastic bottle and I thanked holy Mother Nature for gifting me a president who was always prepared for an impromptu sex fest.
The lube landed on the bed with a thud. Locke drew back from devouring my mouth. He reached for it, a question in his hooded gaze.
I faced him down with a shrug and rolled onto my back.
Lube in hand, Locke pushed my sweaty hair out of my face. “To be clear, you want me to fuck you?”
I sucked in a shaky breath, unable to find the words for just how much I wanted that. As much as I wanted to fuck him, but in this moment, Ineededhim inside me like I needed fuckingair. “I want it, Locke. I fucking need it—”
He stamped his mouth over mine again, saving me from whatever delirious begging had been about to spill out. His kiss remained as harsh as I craved, but the hands that roamed my body were softer now, less crazed, as one found my cock and pumped itslowly, ripping a moan from my chest.
I lost track of the lube until I heard the click of the cap and felt the slickness on my dick and lower.
So much fucking lower.
No one had touched me there since the last time Orla had cut her nails short and we’d got smashed on Jaeger and weed. Couldn’t remember anything about it except it wasgood. And that I’d craved the thing I couldn’t remember ever since. Life was weird.
