“Lavender,” I grate out, trying not to laugh. I don’t want to laugh. I want to fuck her.
“But then again, I don’t understand why porn depicts men slapping their meat in the woman’s face. Cock slapping,” she adds, her gaze catching mine. “That’s a thing, right?”
I blink and try to sit up. “You are drunk.”
Her hands tighten on my thighs, nails digging into the fabric.
“Did you or did you not just watch me negotiate the pool like a sobriety test?”
“You planned this?”
“You danced with me. And you were good.” Her palm slides up my thigh, curling over the girth of my swollen cock. “I felt this. And now I want it, Raif. I want to put you in my mouth. To suck your cock.”
I groan, tipping my gaze to the dark heavens…even as I reach for the seat cushion from the nearby chair. Her fingers are quick on my belt, the slide of fabric to my hips a joint effort. She peels back my underwear, her face expectant, then—
She sits back on her heels, her gaze lowered as she stares. Just stares.
“Princess, what are you doing?”
Her eyes lift, but not her head. “Addressing the elephant in the room.”
I chuckle, and my cock bobs. She wraps her hand around the base and presses her lips to the very tip.
“Holy hell.” Her lips are soft and warm, her hair brushing my stomach and making the muscles jump.
“I’ve never seen one this big,” she whispers, running her index finger up my length. She bends forward, following the path with her tongue. “Not that I’ve seen that many,” she adds, sucking the head again. “I mean, I have four brothers, but—”
“Grip it,” I grate out. “Hard.”
She rolls her lip in, releasing it pink and glossy. “Bossy.” But she wraps her hand there. Cool against hot. Pale against ruddy. I close my eyes at the sight. The tickle of her breath brings them open just in time to see—feel—her mouth closing over me.
Down, down she slides.
“That’s it.” I brush my knuckle across her cheek, and my heart is fit to burst with gratitude. She’s so beautiful, all big eyes with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.
“I like your commentary.” Her lashes flutter, her tongue swiping out. “Hot.”
“Put it in your mouth, princess. Suck it good and hard.”
Her head obediently dips as I curl my hands around the chair arms, hoping to hang on to my sanity.
Such a tight little suck, her tongue flicking over my glans. More then, as she takes a little more of me.
“That’s it.” I swallow hard, my fingers turning white. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
She hums, fucking hums, as though she likes the sound of that as she seals her lips tight around me. Her teeth graze my shaft, and I levitate, my hand feeding into her hair as her eyes find mine, seeking reassurance.
“You’re doing so well, princess. Taking me like such a good girl.” Because everything feels so good. Her hand grips my base, her avid eyes and hot, wet mouth.
My hand follows her rhythm, holding her tenderly as she sucks and swirls and drives me to the edge of ecstasy, only to bring me back. Our eye contact is a layer of pleasure so intense, the vibration of her enthusiasm and enjoyment makes my hips jerk to meet her.
“Oh God, that’s it.” Pleasure swells under my skin, my balls contracting as I tighten my hand in her hair and thrust up. Two hands now, guiding her, showing her what I need. “I’m so close, sweetheart. I know you can take it.”
My thigh tautens under her hand, my stomach muscles tensing against the coming onslaught.
“Oh fuck. Coming, Lavender. Fuck, I’m coming.”
With one final, torturous suck, she presses farther, taking me deeper into her mouth, her hands working my shaft messily and rough.
