My eyes narrow slightly. Then my hands fall to the cushions beside me. “Alright, then. Tell me whatyou’dlike to do.”
I don’t understand why my words please her. But then she leans forward, close enough that I can feel the heat of her breath against my ear as she whispers, “I’d really like to suck your cock.”
Fuck.
Every remaining oxygen molecule whooshes out of me. Iknowshe’s playing me, and yet?—
She slides back until she’s sitting on my thighs again, just far enough that she can reach between us and undo my jeans.
My head drops back against the cushions with another muttered, “Fuck.”
“Let me take care of you,” I hear, just as I feel her climb off me and tug my jeans down. I have no control over my hips lifting to help her with it. When I finally raise my head to look down, she’s so gorgeous that I almost look at the ceiling again.
Instead, I watch as she settles on her knees between my legs, taking my leaking cock in her hand and stroking me. Her grip is firm, but I think she notices when my breathing grows heavier because it immediately tightens.
I don’t even get a chance to wonder if I’m too dry for that kind of touch because a moment later, she rises on her knees, leans over me, and lets a wad of spit drip from her red lips onto my cock.
And then she grips me again and strokes. Hard.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grit out. “That feels?—”
She looks at me right as she takes me between her lips.
She knows exactly how she’s making me feel.
I watch in silence, heart pounding in my ears, hands fisting the cushions beside me, as she starts to suck me. The same way she figured out how I like to be touched, she quickly figures out how I like to be tasted. She gives me long, deep sucks, moving slowly but consistently.
It’s the greatest blow job I’ve ever gotten, and she’s only been on her knees for about sixty seconds.
“Red…” I force out in warning.
She sits back, popping her mouth off my weeping cock. Her hand returns to my length as she brings her focus to me once more.
“What do you want, Nico?” she asks in that low, sexy voice. Her hand never stops moving. “Tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
For some reason, that’s the moment that snaps me back to coherence.
That’s enough of that.
I’m not blind to the fact that she’s putting on an act right now. I don’t even blame her for it. But I make a living out of reading people’s micro expressions and seeinghersignites something in my chest.
This might be transactional, but I’ll be damned if it’s not real.
I quickly pull my jeans up my hips, then lean forward to scoop her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation.
I’m walking toward the suite’s bedroom when she starts placing sweet kisses along my neck, down to the hem of my shirt. A shiver runs through me when one becomes a nip.
“Not fair,” I growl, my steps quickening. “You’re teasing me with that mouth, baby.”
“I never said you couldn’t have my mouth,” she whispers into my ear.
Another growl rumbles through my chest, and this time, I stop in the bedroom doorway so I can fist my hand in her hair and bring her face to mine.
I don’t kiss her, butGod,do I want to. There’s barely enough space for breath to pass between us, and I feel when her chest starts to heave. She’s waiting to see if I’ll cross her boundary.
No chance of that happening.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I say on a tight breath. “But I’m going to tease the fuck out of you.”
