“Christ,” I mutter into her skin, closing my eyes tightly before I come in my pants from the sight alone. She’s so pretty and pink, still glistening from her earlier attention. “I haven’tstopped thinking about how gorgeous your cunt is. I’ve fucking missed it.” I blow out a long breath over her center. “Can I have a taste?”
“Yes, Warren. Yes.” Her nervousness falls away when she drags a hand through my hair, drawing me closer. I’m ready to praise and worship. At the first swipe of my tongue, her taste bursts in my mouth, and I know right there I’d stay on my knees for this woman for an eternity with a simplePlease, Warren.
“Oh god,” she moans, grip tightening on my scalp.
Using my index and middle finger, I spread her to lavish the tiny bud with quick flicks of my tongue before pulling away to circle her slick entrance. She doesn’t need to tell me she likes it. Her breathy gasps and needy mewls tell me enough.
She hiccups in surprise when I press my middle finger into her, and I find the spot that made her wild last time. Her legs squeeze the sides of my head, voice pitching with desire. One time was plenty to imprint every fine detail of this gorgeous woman.
“Warren, holy shit. Right there. Don’t stop,” she demands.
I double down my efforts.
She clenches around me, cruelly reminding me what it felt like to have her wrapped around my cock. My briefs are a mess, cock leaking and painful. Her hips move in time with my hand as she chases her pleasure. When her movements become desperate and moans grow louder, I know she’s close.
I draw her clit into my mouth, swirling it once before sucking hard.
She explodes, body going rigid before shaking uncontrollably. A sharp pain sears my scalp at her death grip as she unravels. Stunning, so fucking stunning.
My ministrations slow when her body slackens underneath me, and a happy, content sigh blows past her lips.
“Jesus. That was…” She blinks down at me, cheeks ruddy from her orgasm. “Better than I remember.”
I’ll fucking say.
Possessed by whatever just happened, I draw my fingers into my mouth, savoring her taste one last time.
She tracks every movement with hooded eyes.
“Do you feel better?” I rise to sit.
“Yes.” Her expression turns bashful. “I know this wasn’t part of the agreement, and I swear, I’ll never ask this of you again. It got me out of my head following today’s meeting.”
I grimace. “It didn’t go well?”
She tugs on her sweater, the wool falling past her hips, and she moves to fold her legs underneath her. “I wasn’t what they were looking for. Which is fine, that’s the industry, but one of them implied I’d stolen someone else’s work.”
“They fucking what?” I rear back.
She shakes her head. “It was humiliating, and it reminded me why I’m not cut out for this.”
“Hey.” I lightly pinch her chin, raising her gaze when it drops to the mattress. “Don’t do that. You work incredibly hard, and I understand why you’re feeling the way you do. They don’t deserve your music and it’s their loss. Listening to your songs is one of my favorite things to do after a long day.”
Her eyes flash in surprise. “You listen to my songs?”
There’s no point in denying it. “Yeah. Even created a social media account. One of the probies had to show me how to do it.”
She smiles for the first time since I blasted in here. “You’re just saying that, but thank you.”
“I don’t have to say anything. I mean it.”
Harriet works relentlessly, writing and recording whenever she has a spare minute in between bartending, sets at the distillery or private gigs, and growing a human. There’s a lot more I want to say to reassure her, but considering she’s half naked, and I’m sporting the world’s most excruciating hard-on, now isn’t appropriate.
“I hope you’re feeling better. If it helps, take a few days off from writing, but do not listen to them.” Rising from the bed, I pick up my belt and boots before pointing at the door. “I’ll come check on the hinges later in the week. Sorry for storming in here.”
“You’re leaving?” She frowns. “You could stay for dinner.”
I envy Harriet’s easy outlook on life. To her, what happened is a simple transaction. To me, it threatens to derail my constraint.
