“Of course it is.”
“You getting all wet for me.”
“I think I was wet for that hand on my shoulder.”
“Nothing wrong with being into a little care and consideration.”
“Feels weird, though. All of this feels really super fucking weird.”
“Think it would feel better if I went down on you?” he said, so matter-of-fact she could hardly stand it. Doubly so when he went on in the same way. “Yeah, I sawthe way those eyes lit up when I suggested that. Almost moaned for it, didn’t you. Almost saidyes, please.”
“And I will here if you’ll let me do the same.”
“I told you, this isn’t some kind of trade-off.”
“Maybe I don’t think of it that way. Maybe it just gets me hot, thinking of your cock in my mouth. Thinking of you all hot and hard and urgent, fucking into me there as you lick my pussy.”
He went still, gaze darkening.
Voice low and grave when he replied.
“I know what you’re doing, Em.”
“Yeah, but how did you put it: Is it working?”
She raised one arched eyebrow on the end of that, and expected him to look exasperated about it. To fight her some more, maybe. And instead, his gaze met hers, like a challenge. Same as in the elevator, when he’d stopped it.
Only this time, his hands went to his belt.
Then he just started unbuckling it. Frantically, it looked like to her—and she could see why now. That wasdefinitelythe outline of his hard cock underneath the denim. In fact, it wasmorethan hard. She could see it, right where the deliciously thick head was. A hint of something wet, something gloriously, gorgeously wet.
And sure enough: when he eased it out of his jeans, there it was.
A slick glossiness all over the tip. Running down the shaft. Welling in that slit. She honestly came within a hair’s breadth of just licking it up, greedily.Have at least a little decorum, it’s Miller we’re talking about, she thought. But before she could even let that idea settle, his handwent to her hair. Fingers striping right through it, deep into it.
“Go on if you want to,” he murmured.
As if he could read her mind.
Or had changed his about how much pleasure he was allowed to take from all this. How much he could take, even with her as messy as she was. In fact, it made her think of his hand crushing the Diet Coke can. The look on his face in the pictures people had taken.Maybe on some visceral, primal level he does like seeing me that way, she thought. And even more strongly when she dipped her head toward that gloriously stiff, slick cock.
Because he groaned when she did.
An abandoned sort of thing, drawn up from deep in his chest. And when she looked up, startled, she could see his head had gone back. She could see the long column of his throat, cords standing out on either side of it. Though he looked back to her the moment she got close enough to ghost over him with her frantic, shaky little breaths. Her tongue just past her parted lips, ready to lick.
Like he wanted to watch.
Like it excited him to.
Though, god, the thrill that went through her, to get proof of it. She met his gaze, and licked. And his cock actually seemed to swell. His body swayed forward; his hand tightened in her hair.Only a reflex, she thought,only an instinct. The way someone might jerk when struck.
But if anything, that just made it hotter.
He was helpless in the face of whatever this was,completely without that steely control, suddenly. Desperate to have her do it, just without the ability to say so. But that was all right—she said it for him. She curled her tongue around the head of his cock, nice and eager.
Then ended on a long, slow lick.
Right over the tip, right over the liquid that was blooming there. And once she’d tasted that salty-sweet deliciousness, she followed it all the way down the shaft of his cock. Lapped at it, so greedily she knew it had to be clear how good he tasted, how hot this made her.
