“I suppose so,” I allowed, heat blossoming low in my core.
His hands traveled up my legs, to the tops of my thighs. “I bet I could distract you.”
I smiled slowly. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Nope.” He sat back on his heels and smirked. “I need enthusiastic participation or none at all.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “Please distract me, Zeke. I want it.”
“That’s more like it.”
He pushed my skirt up to reveal my panties. Whichever woman had packed my bag had opted to include my more sensible pairs—a smart call, but I couldn’t help wishing Zeke could see me in lace. I raised my hips and he pulled them down. He hovered above me, his breath teasing my oversensitive flesh. His tongue darted over me and I gasped, my hips instinctively chasing him.
He licked me again, with more pressure. I relaxed against the sofa and enjoyed the play of his tongue over me, and the way his lips rubbed my clit. Even though he’d shaved yesterday, his cheeks were stubbly already and the rasp of them felt wonderful against my thighs.
He sucked his finger into his mouth, then worked the wet digit inside me. When he stroked me and made love to me with his tongue at the same time, I lost my mind. I arched toward him, begging mindlessly. He hummed his approval and the vibrations made me groan.
When he stopped, I cried out in protest.
“Whose mouth is on you?” he demanded.
I stared at him in confusion. “Well, yourswas.”
“Exactly.” He grinned. “Mine. Not Bergen’s. I’m not him. You get that, right?”
“I do,” I said. “I promise. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.”
He gave me what I needed, murmuring how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me. When a wave of pleasure washed through me, my limbs tingling pleasantly, I sighed his name, and I could have sworn I heard him whisper something in response, but in my blissed-out state, I couldn’t understand the words.
ZEKE
I was achingly hard,but I tried to pull away as Fiona came down from her post-orgasm high. I’d successfully distracted her, but I needed to keep my distance or I’d go overboard. I couldn’t think straight when I wanted her so badly.
“Don’t.” Her fingers tightened in my hair. “I can sense you retreating.”
I nuzzled against her. “Not for good. You need a moment to catch your breath.” And I needed to remember that she wasn’t mine yet, as much as I might want her to be.
“No, I don’t.” She smiled lazily. “That’s just you thinking you know what’s best for me. What I actually need is your cock in my mouth.”
My cock throbbed. It liked that idea. Fuck. I didn’t ask if she was sure, because if I’d learned one thing about Fiona, it was that she didn’t like to be questioned when she’d already made her thoughts clear. Besides, what kind of moron would I be to turn that down?
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
She turned herself around on the sofa so she was lying along it lengthwise. “I’m too boneless to move. Can you make this work?”
Was she inviting me to straddle her and fuck her face?
Oh hell, yes.
“I’d say so, yeah.” I climbed over her, with a knee on either side of her body, and crawled up until my groin was level with her mouth. I unzipped my pants, shoved them down, and placed my hands on the arm of the sofa, leaning my weight on them as I angled myself toward her mouth. Fiona’s slender fingers encircled my cock and directed it into the wet heat. She sucked, and I groaned in response. She tilted her head and reached around to grip my ass and urge me forward.
“Fuck, Fi.” I moaned as she took me deep. “That’s so hot.”
When she swallowed around my length, her throat milking me, my hips stuttered and I had to struggle not to come. I wanted to enjoy this, not give her the impression I couldn’t last long enough to satisfy her. A woman like Fiona had standards, and I’d meet them if it killed me.
I thrust into her gently, keeping my strokes shallow. She sucked, her lips stretched around my cock, and her eyes glazed with lust. She was easily the most enticing view I’d ever seen.
