“Get in position,” he says.
Position? What position? I rack my brain, trying to think of what the hell he is talking about, and move to the only position I can think of. I kneel before him like I did the other night and smile up at him.
His face is stern, but his eyes are heavy-lidded with lust. A thrill races through me at pleasing him. I might not have any experience with this kinky stuff, but I start to feel a little cocky if the expression on his face is anything to go by.
Giving myself a little pep talk, I think,I can do this! I’m a sexy bad bitch.
“How do you want to thank me?” Luke’s voice drops an octave and rasps over me like hot smoke, his accent more pronounced.
The sexy pride I had felt falls away and my mouth feels like cotton. What does he want me to say?
“Use your words,” he prompts.
It’s like he can see into my mind and unravel my secret fantasies. I always wanted to try out some of this kinky stuff and dirty talk, but never knew what to do or say.
Here’s my chance, but I feel so intimidated. There are so many words to choose from. I always think in terms of medical lingo due to my nursing background, but I don’t think ‘penis’ counts as sexy talk.
“Lieshe,” he growls darkly, pulling me from my musings on the merits of various vocab for male anatomy. I lick my lips and swallow, turning options over in my mind. “What do you want to do?”
“I, uh, I want to put you in my mouth,” I stammer out, and it sounds more like a question instead of a statement. I chicken out, wanting to say something bold and spicy like ‘cock,’ but I don’t know that I can get the words out.
“What do you want to put in your mouth?” he questions with a quirked brow, his smile deepening. It’s clear he is enjoying my discomfort.
“You know,” I squirm, looking away. I need a break from the intensity of his yellow-green stare. I am surprised at just how turned on I am while feeling so embarrassed. Is being embarrassed a kink, too? Or does Luke just make everything feel this way?
“No, I don’t know,” he reprimands. Then he challenges in a low sultry voice, “I want to hear you say it.”
Every syllable that falls from his lips feels purposeful, like its reason for existing is only to slip from his beautiful mouth. I look up at him, straight into his unusual eyes. I want his lips to caress me like those words. I want this. I want him.
“Shall I give you a list,mon petit chou? Bite, nœud, pine, queue, zob. Comment dites-vous en anglais?Wood, rod, spear, arrow, sword, phallus, sex, beast of desire? Or something more serious, perhaps? Erection, penis, shaft, manhood, cock, dick, or my personal favorite, velvet-wrapped steel?”
I sputter, my face burning, thankful Luke broke the rising tension with his wicked humor. Damn his French, it gets me every time. He gives me his Cheshire cat grin, eyes crinkling at the corners.
His smile shoots to my core. His eyes trace my tongue as I lick my dry lips and his face turns deadly serious. I can’t believe he spouted off so many damn words for dick, including the infamous velvet-wrapped steel. I amnotsaying that.
“Lieshe,” he purrs, bringing my attention back to the task at hand.
Finally, I am getting a chance to play out some of my deepest-held fantasies and I don’t know if I’ll ever get another one. I quickly snag my glass off the coffee table behind me, slug down a mouthful of tequila, and turn back to him.
I lift my chin, square my shoulders, look him straight in his mesmerizing eyes, and before I can overthink it, I say boldly, “I want to suck your cock.”
I did it!
I am instantly aroused. I said sexy wordsout loud, and I feel amazing. His gaze smolders impossibly hotter as he leans forward off the back of the couch and reaches behind his neck, ripping his shirt off in one smooth move.
Oh. I’ll have to try this more often when this is the effect. I drink in the sight of his naked upper body as he takes my tequila from me. He takes a sip without breaking our intense eye contact and then drips a few drops from the glass onto his chest.
I rise up on my knees and chase the drops with my mouth. He tastes exquisite, like fire beneath my tongue. His skin turns my favorite smooth tequila into a smoky mezcal. I want to make him into a cocktail.Cocktail,I giggle in my mind. That’s where I’m heading.
I kiss my way down the center of his chest, chasing the tequila, down his abs flexing into an eight-pack under my tongue. I boldly change course and nip at his Adonis belt, my favorite part of the male body that I have always wanted to bite but have never been close enough to do so. His skin is flawless and smooth in its porcelain perfection.
With trembling hands, I undo his raven belt buckle, pop the button on his jeans, and slowly drag the zipper down. I’m incredibly nervous, but I really want to impress Luke. I’ve had his leather-covered crotch in my face multiple times as my mouth watered, but now that I’m faced with the real thing, I can't help but be a little intimidated.
I raise my eyes to Luke’s and feel my shyness evaporate. The visible heat in them shows I’m doing just fine and should continue. I reach up and grasp the waistband of his jeans. Just as Luke lifts his hips and I start to drag his pants down, a loud knock comes at the door, startling us both.
“Bordel de merde.Who the hell is that now?” Luke snarls.
“Maybe it's the locksmith again?”
