Chapter One
KIT
‘Seven down, eight letters; oral stimulation.’
‘Fellatio,’ Bea answers in a heartbeat.
‘I’m game if you are,’ I retort, surprised my response is so mild given the Pavlov-esque action happening in my pants.
She says blow job, my dick replies; down here!
Above the kitchen table, I try to keep my eyes on the newspaper. And while my gaze might not be tracking my girlfriend as she moves around the room, I’m still hyper aware of her movements this morning.This morning? Try every minute of every fucking day.The graceful arc of her spine and the elegance in her fingers as she twists her wild, blond hair at the nape of her neck.
Yeah, so I’m not watching, but am aware. So bloody aware. In two steps, she could be in my arms. In two minutes, I could have her kissed to submission, her body pressed flush against mine and limp in my arms. A few minutes more and I could spread her across the table in the place of the morning news, my knees planted on the floor and my tongue in her pussy.
She’s irresistible, from the hair on her head to the paint on her toenails. And she’s all mine. But I’m trying hard to behave myself this morning. She must be at the hospital in less than an hour for her shift. There’s no time for naked, unfortunately. Instead, I’m pretending not to be the completely obsessed prick I am. Pretending she doesn’t affect me like she does as I feign concentration on the crossword in the newspaper, my cup of coffee, or the stupid Sunday supplement.
‘I’m always up for a bit of oral stimulation, as you know. Giving, taking . . . I love both. Hell, I even like being in the middle of that sexual sandwich.’ My provocation is out of my mouth before I’ve even engaged my brain.So much for being less of a prick today.
‘If only I had the time,’ Bea responds without an ounce of conviction or attention thrown my way. This isn’t like my girl. I glance up and watch as, one hand still curled in her hair, she begins sifting through yesterday’s unopened mail in her quest to find her security key card.The key card she needs for work.
‘There’s always time for sex, honey bee.’ My words hit the air as a purr. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse that my brain is hardwired to opt for innuendo over sanity.
‘Says the man not working today.’ Her reply is airy and unconcerned even as she continues to rifle through the drawers. ‘Besides, after this morning, I’m sure you really don’t have—’ My amused snort cuts her; she should know me better by now. ‘Even after this morning?’ she asks, a touch incredulously. ‘You’d still want to—’
‘Fuck? Come on, honey bee. What sort of question is that?’
‘But we . . . ’
‘Fucked?’ I supply oh-so reasonably, grasping my coffee cup.
‘More than once!’
‘Aye.’ I take a sip before placing the cup down. ‘It was the best kind of wake up. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven during my sleep.’ I shoot her a sinful smile as I link my fingers at the back of my messy chestnut bedhead. ‘When I’d opened my eyes to all that blonde hair spread across my thighs . . . ’ My sigh is one of reflective pleasure as my dick swells in my pants. ‘Well, I was sure there was an angel in my lap. Ihadto be in heaven.’
Bea pretends my words don’t affect her, her eyes still focussed on the contents of the drawer, but she can’t quite supress her responding smile.
‘But then,’ I close my eyes and tilt my head back, desire and the memory coursing through my veins. ‘When I looked down again, I saw it wasn’t an angel. It was someone very real.’
‘Is that supposed to be a compliment?’
I open my eyes and turn my gaze slowly her way. ‘An easy mistake to make. You look like an angel and your mouth is heavenly . . . even when you’re sucking me off like the devil himself.’
‘That’snotthe kind of flattery that will get you anywhere!’ she answers through a burst of spluttering laughter.
‘It was definitely a compliment. You give one devil of a blow job, darlin’.’
‘If there’s any devil in this relationship, it’s you! I was a good girl before I met you, Kit Tremaine. It’syouthat has corruptedme.’
‘And I’ve had a hell of a time doing it.’ My chest moves along with my laughter, my expression and mirth mirroring hers. A beat later, our laughter trails off as we stare at one and other, lost in the memories of this morning again. As Bea inhales a sharp breath, I know she’s thinking of how she’d woken me with warm kisses, her tongue on the head of my cock. I groan at the memory of her hot, wet mouth sliding down the length of my shaft, her gaze intent on my own sleepy one. ‘Christ, you sucked the sleep right out of me.’
‘Oh, is that what that was hitting the back of my throat? That’s what we’re calling it these days.’
‘Call it what you want, so long as you keep suckin’ it from me.’
