She says my name again, softer now. And her moan? Hands down the sexiest sound in the world.
“I’m greedy, darlin’. So greedy.” A swirl of my tongue. A delicate graze of my teeth.
“Yes ...” Her body working with me, growing wetter. Hotter.
“I won’t be satisfied until I taste you again. Until you come all over my tongue.”
“Oh!”
My fingers still inside her, I feel the strings of her orgasm, tied so closely to the previous. She arches against my mouth, unable to resist the tide of her body. Fingers, tongue, stubble—I put the unholy trio to work until her thighs begin to tremble and her whole body flushes pink, demanding more. Insisting that I get her there.
And I do. Fuck, yes, I do, until she’s boneless and blinking at the ceiling. All that gorgeousness stretched across the wood, sweat soaked, pink and shiny.
“Wow. Just wow. I have never ...” She lifts her head as I stand, watching as I run the back of my hand across my wet mouth.
“Never what?” My mouth quirks. So much amusement in those tiny words.
“I’ve never done that before.”
“I’ve never heard that before.”
“Heard—”
“Never has anyone demanded that my face have sex with them.”
“Urgh. Stop!” She throws her arms across her eyes.
Are women who hire gigolos meant to be this fucking cute?“I liked it,” I kind of growl. “I liked it a whole fuckin’ lot.”
Her arm doesn’t move, but she holds up two fingers.Not an insult.“I’ve never come twice in such quick succession.”
“No?”
“I’m pretty sure I saw stars being born.”
I bite in a smile, not wanting to be accused of being a peacock.Ah, fuck it.“Ever seen a supernova?” I pull a condom from my pocket, from a packet I picked up in the second jacks—bathroom—I visited.So not a complete lie.Placing it on the edge of the table, I unbuckle my belt and begin to strip.
“You are so cocky.” No prizes for guessing where her eyes fall. “I guess you have the goods to support the hypothesis?”
“Sothisis where you expect me to slap a massive schlong on the tabletop,” I say, hearkening back to an earlier moment. A previous conversation.
“A girl can hope.”
Hope we’re paid by the inch?I push the thought away. Inch-wise, I’m doing just fine. It’s my dodging of the truth that ought to bother me. And maybe it will.When the blood has returned to my brain.
Belt buckle loose, my pants drop to the floor, and I kick them away. With a deep exhale, I run my hand down my chest and the ridges of my stomach, playing my part. Only, this doesn’t feel like pretend or just getting my rocks off. It feels ... like everything that can be right between two bodies. Between two souls.
“You’re all about the tease, aren’t you?” Despite her bold words, her voice wavers. Maybe because I’ve stuck my hand into my boxers to give my poor, neglected cock an experimental tug.
I give a low groan as my head rolls back. “Takes a tease to know a tease.” My answer is low and rumbling as I slide my other hand under the waistband.
“Two hands?” she asks, before her teeth dig into her lip.
“I thought two hands were supposed to be better than one.”
“I guess we’ll see,” she whispers, and with that, she brings one heel to the table. She lets her knee fall, exposing the center of her femininity.
“Teacup,” I say on a groan, “you don’t play fair.”
