She eased him into her mouth, and his palm slammed down on the seat, fingers curling and clawing at the leather. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, dancing down his length, as her cheeks increased the suction in coordinated pulses geared to drive him mad. But she wouldn’t let him come too fast. She knew how to draw out his pleasure.
His hips rocked beneath her, grinding his pelvis into her face, but she had prepared for this reaction, and she rode his bucking jerks with quick sucks and flicks of her tongue.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as he palmed her head.
He twisted at the strands of her hair as she drove him ever higher in his need.
She swirled her tongue, tracing the path of veins from root to tip. He pulled her down on his cock, and his hips reared up as his ass clenched and quivered. Then, he relaxed and pulled out. She took in a breath before he jerked forward again and again, fucking her face with frenzied need.
Her palms pressed a steady pressure on his thighs, reminding him she was still there, while her mouth and throat opened for him, accepting each of his thrusts. As he drew out, her tongue caught the underside of his cock. The roughness of her tongue dragged against the sensitive tissue under the glans. She flicked when she could before he’d slam forward again with his hips.
Unintelligible sounds swelled up from between his vocal cords, primal animalistic grunts of energy and power, as he thrust. His fingers flexed, pulling and guiding her head.
Her tongue continued its assault, stroking with each of his thrusts. The warbling sounds turned to moans as his movements became less coordinated and more frenetic. When he lost his rhythm, she picked it up, using her lips, teeth, tongue, and her cheeks to combinesuction and texture into a tactile sensation that changed every time he built up to a crescendo.
She knew how to read the response of his cock and balls, and when his orgasm approached, she held him on a plateau, refusing to let him come.
His fingernails dug into the flesh of her scalp as he desperately tried to take over the tempo and bring about his orgasm. Each time he drew close, she’d revert to her training, knowing his frustration would lead him to a much greater reward, but he wouldn’t be able to hold out forever.
She listened for the change in pitch of his breathing, that reedy tone, signifying he was close. His breathing turned staccato. She cupped him and reached around to push on that special spot behind his balls to prolong his pleasure. His hips jerked in a final spasmodic wave, bucking and rocking against her face.
“Fucking yes!” he yelled in satiated bliss.
She clamped her lips around his cock and sucked him through the end of his last orgasmic wave. Then she kissed the crown and sat back.
He sat with his head lolling back. A surreal smile stretched across his features, and then his low throaty laughter filled the car.
He held out a hand and gestured for her to take it. She reached out, proud and satisfied with her efforts. He pulled her beside him, tucking her into the crook of his arm, and then kissed her brow.
She curled into his embrace. “I told you I’d make you squirm.”
He tapped her nose with his finger. “If you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny it. Rock stars don’t squirm. You set the bar pretty high, and I can’t wait to repay the favor.”
Her heart skipped a beat.Oh no, not that.
Whole-body-shutdown events would come as she neared the crest of an orgasm, landing her in a state of cataplexy. That was why she’davoid pleasure and one of the reasons Spencer thought she was frigid.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
She lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. Stubble rubbed against her palm. “I’m not ready for…that.”
He squeezed her against his side. “I’m not rushing you,” he said with a sigh. “I get that it’s complicated.”
She gave a nod. “More than you realize.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ash settledthe bill with the limo driver, continuing his cash-only trend, while Skye completed paperwork for the car rental. They’d made the decision not to approach the hotel in the limo and had the driver take them to a car rental agency. Ash had wanted something sporty, but she’d argued that they’d need something capable of handling the harsh conditions of the wintry roads.
When she reached for the keys, Ash snagged them out of her hand.
“Hey, I was going to drive,” she said with a pout.
“Nope, you’ve been drinking. Besides, you’re on a Secret Squirrel mission.”
“Secret Squirrel what?”
“Your mission!” He forced the words out on a harsh exhale, a note of irritation threading through his voice. “Rescuing my baby?”
