I pull back and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “I’m not going to apologize for wanting you,” I say, breathlessly, thrusting my hips into her. “I’m fucking done pretending I don’t.”
Something flashes in her eyes right then and there.
I see it.
I see the shift in her thoughts without meaning to. The way she’s looking from my eyes, to my lips, and back up. Her armswrapped around my neck and legs still around my waist. She’s done pretending, too.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“What now,” she whispers, unwrapping her legs to stand in front of me, “is you stop talking.”
My hands cup both sides of her face, and I kiss her again—slow and deliberate this time. Savoring her. This time, she spins me, slamming my back to the door. I grip her waist, pulling her flush into me. Her hands work frantically between us, trying to undo the belt of my jeans.
“Scottie,” I say into her mouth.
“Shh.”
“Fuck,” I murmur, kissing her again.
She undoes my belt, pulling it from the loop before tossing it to the floor beside me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m done pretending, too, Tucker,” she says against my lips before dropping to the floor in front of me.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, and when she reaches up to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down my legs, I suck in a breath. It’s not what I came here for. Kissing Scottie so she knows I’m done pretending was enough for me.
But this…seeing her on her knees for me…
“Fuck,” I draw out as she pulls my boxer briefs down my legs. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good.”
She grips my cock in her hand, and I hiss at the contact but don’t take my eyes off every move she makes. Her hand slides up and down from base to tip, coating her palm with my precum. I already know I’m not going to last. There’s no way with how perfect she looks right now.
She rises, just enough, and licks up my cock, swirling her tongue over the head. A groan vibrates through my body at the same time she takes me into her mouth. The world around me goes fuzzy and I feel like I can’t breathe. Her eyes never leavemine as she bobs her head up and down, eager to suck my cock.
I place one hand on the back of her head, thrusting my hips forward. Her legs squirm under her, rubbing together as if she’s getting pleasure from doing this.
“You look damn good on your knees for me, baby.”
Her eyes flutter until they close, letting my words settle into her, but I reach down, taking her face between my hands, and force her to look at me.
“Eyes open. I want you to look at me while you suck my cock. I want you to see how it makes me feel.”
She nods in approval, picking up her pace. She reaches one hand down between her legs, rubbing herself over the fabric of her leggings.
“This is usually the part where I tell you not to touch yourself,” I growl. “The part where I tell you that onlyIwill be touching that perfect pussy and making you come. But…” My words fall from my lips as her other hand comes up to cup my balls and she sucks my cock harder. “Fuck. Reach into your pants. Show me how wet you are.”
She does as I ask, moaning around my length as she touches herself. She starts rubbing faster circles around her clit and I watch as her eyes flutter closed.
“Now show me.”
Lifting two glistening fingers up, she shows me how fucking turned on she is.
“Good girl.”
She releases my cock from her mouth with a pop, before smearing the two fingers over the head. I nearly fall over the edge from that alone.Jesus Christ, that’s hot.
