Her naughtiness faltered a little bit. Their eyes met, and he could see her hesitation.
As he said, no “kind of” about it.
“Um. Wow.” She wrapped her hand around him, getting a feel for his girth.
He gave her an encouraging lift of his hips. Or maybe it was a begging lift. Semantics were past him right now.
She started to stroke him. Long and slow. Just enough to settle him down a little and bring a drop of come to his tip. She smoothed it over the fat head before lowering her body over him.
Those little kisses along his stomach made the already tight bands of muscle turn rigid. He was struggling for control.
When her mouth was poised an inch from the tip, his muscles started to shake with restraint. He wanted to push himself into her open mouth so badly. The pressure at the base of his spine was so intense...
Oh, shit. He didn’t know if he could handle this. But he wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
Finally that little pink tongue flicked out to lick him. The feel of her tongue circling the blunt head nearly made him come. He pulsed once or twice and fought to pull back.
“Poor baby,” she cooed. “It looks like you want to come real badly, but you’re going to have to wait until I get you in my mouth. And that might take some time. I want to suck every inch of you.”
The pounding intensified.Oh God, yes. Please. He was about to start begging.
But he didn’t need to. She ran her tongue down the bulging vein, before bringing her mouth over him and covering him. She sucked and swirled. Flicking her tongue in the sensitive slit as the drops seeped out. The sounds she was making were driving him crazy. She started to pump the base with her hand as the suction and milking increased with her mouth.
She’d lied. She had plenty of experience because this was fucking perfect. His hands were in her hair as her head bobbed over him, sucking faster and harder and taking him deep in her throat.
He didn’t have a chance. She forced him over the edge, and he went off like a pipe bomb.
He had no idea what he said as he cried out his pleasure. But it involved swearing and God, and how good she was. His mind went black—or red. Whatever color the pinnacle of pleasure was when you hit it. That was what it was.
But it wasn’t the pinnacle. Not even close. As he was about to find out.
He should be dead. He should be tapped out. Done for the night. But the night was young, and she made him feel like he was fourteen.
When she lifted her head and slid her tongue over her upper lip like a well-satisfied cat, Dean reached for the condom.
•••
Annie was feeling pretty proud of herself. It was a heady feeling holding a man like him in the palm of her hand—or, rather, her mouth. She didn’t need to ask whether he’d liked it. It was obvious. He’d loved it.
And so had she. She’d never been all that into it before. It usually felt more like quid pro quo. You go down on me, I’ll go down on you. Not this time. She’d been into it.Reallyinto it.
It had her hot all over again.
She wasn’t the only one. She was surprised to see him still half-hard and reaching for the condom.
She took it from him, and by the time she’d finished putting it on, there was no half about it.
She didn’t usually get worked up about dick size, but man...
Straddling him again, she reached down to take him in her hand. She could barely wrap her fingers around him. “Anyone ever tell you that you’d have a hell of a career in porn?”
He lifted an eyebrow with a surprisingly boyish smile. He was always so serious; it made her heart squeeze to see him so relaxed. “I wouldn’t think you would approve of the industry.”
“I don’t,” she said with a cheeky grin. “It denigrates women. I was thinking gay guys.”
He laughed. “Men can’t be denigrated? Not very PC of you. But I’ll keep it in mind. I’m temporarily out of a job, you know.”
She assumed he was referring to the charter business. But she liked that he could joke and go along with it rather than say something derogatory. She had no doubt he was as straight as an arrow, but he was confident enough in who he was not to need to “prove it” by objecting to her premise.
