“Yup, definitely doing that. Hi Lainey.”
She giggles. “Hi Easton.”
“I’ll be guarding the pizza rolls until you come down to the party.”
“You have five seconds to get out of here, Blake,” I warn.
“Gone, I’m gone,” he promises through the crack in the door. “Poof. Where did E go? He disappeared. Wow, magic.”
Lainey buries her face in my chest to stifle her laughter at his antics.
Keeping her wrapped in my arms, I collapse on the bed. “Give me a minute to calm down.”
“That’s no fun.” She props her chin on my chest. “I’d rather stay up here with you than go down to the party.”
A glint of mischief dances in her eyes. It’s a sexy as fuck look on her, like my own corrupt little librarian.
My cock strains with a pulse of heat as she bites her lip and works a hand between us to stroke me again.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp.
She studies me intently. “Is that okay?”
Christ. Her earnestness to learn how to touch me and what I like is so damn hot.
My eyes fall shut with a groan and I nod. “Yes.”
“Can I see it?”
Her beautiful brown eyes bounce between mine when my eyes fly open. A silent question passes between us that she seems to understand without me voicing it. She gives my cock a squeeze, breaking the last of my resolve to keep our clothes on this time.
Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I shift her off me and pop the button on my jeans. I take her hand and slide it inside my pants, releasing a rough exhale when she works her way past the elastic waistband on my boxers and brushes her fingers against skin. She breaks our stare, watching me lower my zipper and jerk my clothes down.
Her eyes widen. “It looks even bigger than it felt through your clothes.”
Another chuckle falls from my lips and pride stirs in my chest. Out of all the girls that have been in my bed, nothing they’ve said compares to how good it feels for her to tell me my dick is big. I cover her hand with mine, both of us working together to stroke it.
“Like that,” I murmur as pleasure courses through my veins.
My hand falls away and she takes over. Then she places a sweet, gentle kiss on my cheek before sliding off the bed to kneel beside it.
“Sit up,” she says.
My cock is so hard it leaves me lightheaded when I do what she wants. I fist my hands in the blanket to keep from turning into a caveman while she continues her exploration, fingers wrapped around my length while she brings her mouth to the head to give it a curious lick.
“Lainey,” I push out. “You don’t have to—oh,fuck!”
Her lips close around my cock. My chest heaves and my grip turns rigid on the blanket to keep myself in check. I don’t evencare that her technique is a little clumsy. Her mouth is my new wet, hot fucking heaven.
I’m not going to last long, too turned on to hold out for more.
She tries to swallow my cock whole, making a strangled noise when she’s taken me halfway. She pulls back to catch her breath, cheeks tinged pink.
“Easy, baby,” I encourage. “Don’t push yourself.”
My heartbeat stutters when she peers up at me with those big brown eyes and swipes her tongue over the tip. I hold her gaze, mouth parted while I grip the base of my shaft to help her.
Watching her work me with her mouth while I stroke myself is driving me crazy. This is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
