“What are you saying?”
My mouth dries, but not in a scared way.In a maturing way.In a way that growth brings discomfort and surrender releases its grip on the things that hold me back.
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Okay?”His eyes shine, luminous and hungry.“You’ll quit?”
“Yeah.”
He grabs me by the hips and yanks me flush against him, his smile feral and sweet as he presses it against my mouth.
Then he goes still.
“Wait a damn minute.”He leans back, brows puckered.“Did I just run accidental reverse psychology on you?”
“No.”
“Yeah, I totally did.I told you to quit, then somehow made it about me quitting, and you argued I should keep my job, which magically proved you should quit yours.This is sorcery.”He beams at me, his grin way too wide, all feigned surprise, the exact expression of a man who knows what he’s doing and can’t wait to do it again.
“You’re so obnoxious when you get your way.”
“I regret nothing.”
“You might’ve won this round, but don’t get comfortable.”Setting my palm to his sternum, I give a firm push.“I have a condition.”
He goes down easily, flat on his back and hair fanning against the pillow.
“Give it to me, Wildbird.”His troublemaking, kiss-stealing, too-pretty mouth slants in a lopsided grin.
I climb over him, sliding onto his chest and settling into my rightful place.My legs tuck along his ribs, my hands braced on either side of his shoulders, our noses a twitch apart.
His breath hitches.Mine licks over his mouth.
“My condition for quitting is…” I slide a hand between his legs and feel him thicken in my grip.“You have to put your cock in my mouth.”
“Hmm… Let me think.”He sucks at the corner of his bottom lip, feigning deep concentration.Then his gravel-rough voice rasps across my skin.“You have no idea how muchyes.”
“Really?Because every time I try to go down on you, you stop me.”
“Mother Mary’s dangling cherry.”He closes his eyes, breathes deeply, then meets me stare for stare.“I’m new at this, okay?My control levels are questionable, and I’m still figuring out the wholelasting forevermagic show.”
“You don’t need to last forever.”
“Cute theory, but I’m an overexcited rookie.The mere thought of your lips on my dick already kicked off the pre-party.Like the tap’s open and the opening credits are rolling.Don’t believe me?”He shoves down his boxers, freeing his enormously hard, veryweterection.
“You’re overthinking it.”
“Tell that to the low-pressure leak.”His abs flex restlessly.“This is a bust-a-nut the instant you tongue-a-nut situation.”
“Let me worry about that.”I scoot backward, lowering myself down his legs and taking his boxers with me.
“Wait.”He fists my hair, stopping my descent.“What happens when I need to come?”
“Then you come.”I glide a loose fist along his length.“Shoot it straight down my throat, and I’ll swallow all of you.”
“Sweet sin on a Sunday.”He drops his head back, his hand falling to the mattress.“You’ll be the death of me.”
“Relax.I’ll revive you.”
