Her pulse kicked against her throat. She swallowed down her panic as her shins pressed into the leather of the couch. “I’m going to give you a blow job. But you have to swear you won’t laugh if I mess up.”
Brek’s expression went blank. Like, totally blank. Nothing. Nada.
Shoot.
He didn’t want her to do this. Of course he didn’t. He had loads of experience with women who actually knew what to do. They didn’t get tips from articles and muck it up. The room got too hot, and her breath caught in her lungs. Embarrassment sizzled up her spine.
“Never mind. I’m such an idiot.” She rose to run away. Probably to Alaska. She’d heard there was a fantastic ice museum in Kodiak.
“You want to suck me off?” Confusion seeped into the words. “I thought you didn’t like that.”
“No. I just…I don’t…I didn’t want to mess it up. I’m a disaster. I’m sorry.” Her shoulders sagged.
“You are most definitely not a disaster.” He took her hand and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. “The article told you what to do? Or you want my pointers?”
His erection twitched under her fingers. Her throat went dry. She should get a drink. Water was definitely needed right now.
“V. The article? Told you what to do?”
“Yes.” She mentally reviewed the main points: watch the teeth, focus on the rim, hand action at the base, and don’t deep throat unless your gag reflex can handle it. She didn’t trust hers enough to give that a go quite yet. She’d keep to the hand stimulation for now.
“By all means, then. I look forward to being your test subject.” He leaned back against a pillow propped on the armrest, his fingers laced behind his head.
Velma glanced down as the erection in her grip throbbed. She clicked open the plastic top of the bottle of clear strawberry-flavored liquid and dribbled a bit in her hand. She rubbed it over the base of his shaft, massaging down to his bits o’ glory as the article suggested. He groaned, and she looked up to his face. He bit his bottom lip and his eyelids drooped. Okay, so maybe she was off to a good start.
Carefully, she dropped her mouth to him and traced her tongue along the edges, focusing on the soft crevice at the front. Succulent Strawberry was really very yummy. He thrust his hips up, his thickness sliding in her hand. She caught the rhythm and slipped her hand along the slick skin, working him with her tongue and fist like the article suggested.
He groaned again.
She smiled inside like a bare-chested goddess. Giving head was actually…fun. She worked her mouth over the tip, and Brek made noises she’d never heard before. Good noises. Sexy ones. Her nipples peaked and her breasts went heavy, need pooling intimately at her core. Brek gripped the armrest above his head, pressing his thigh up between her legs.
Oh, glorious heavens. She wassucha wanton. What. Ever. If this was bad, she didn’t have any desire to be a good girl ever again. Not when the way he rubbed her with his thigh spurred her to push him harder with her mouth.
She lost her focus when he tangled his hands in the back of her hair. “Don’t know what your plans are, but I’m close.” His voice was ragged.
Okay. Good. He’d given her warning. She had three choices:Swallow.Ew. No, thank you.Spit.Also kind of gross. Or…get creative.
Still moving her tongue over him, she glanced about and looked at her chest. That would be creative. She reached for the strawberry stuff and squirted a stream between her breasts. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts together so they cradled his erection.
His eyes popped open. “I think I’m living my favorite wet dream right now.”
“I’m doing okay?” Her hand slid upward, rubbing over the places where she’d used her mouth.
He dropped his head back and grunted a reply that sounded like a cuss word followed by “yeah.”
The article was definitely a keeper. He met her rhythm and let out a moan as he finished.
“Fair warning, I had an unhealthy fascination with your tits before, but now my obsession with them is gonna be off the charts.” Brek’s hands went under her armpits, dragging her up his body. She leaned up on her forearms and he grabbed his T-shirt and wiped off her chest. He didn’t seem to mind, but she totally owed him a new shirt.
His arms crushed her, holding her against him. One hand stilled at the base of her neck, squishing her against the ink on his pecs. Broken breaths filled the air, and she felt his heart beat erratically.
“The compass is so I can find my way back to you,” he announced.
Her pulse skipped. What? Holy crap. She had to be misunderstanding him.
“Brek?” She tried to raise her head. He held her tighter.
“Also, I think my dick’s in love with you.” His voice strained with emotion.
