“Yeah,” he says on a strangled grunt. “And wetter.”
I laugh, but I comply. Oh yes, do I comply. With my hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, I draw him back into my mouth.
I’m nice and slow, easing him in, playing as he goes. By the time he’s halfway in my mouth, Lake is groaning loudly, then wrapping a hand tightly around my skull. The sounds that fall from his mouth are pure caveman grunts. Filthy groans. Needy sighs.
His excitement is like the carnival game where you hit the hammer. And bam. The bell is ringing. He’s gripping my head and rocking into my mouth and breathing so hard already that I feel like the queen of the world. Or really ofhisworld, here on my knees, with my panties outrageously wet as I tease him into my mouth.
Every moan he makes sends a direct line of pleasure straight to my core. I’m aching as I draw him in another inch.
“Fuck, Remy,” he moans, gazing down at the sight of me with his dick nearly down my throat. “Your mouth. Your perfect fucking mouth.”
I think I’m glowing from the praise.
I’m certainly soaked from it.
But I also want to make some things clear. I let go for a brief second. “Fuck my perfect mouth then,” I urge.
He blinks. Parts his lips. Shudders. Then shakes his head. “No.”
No?No? What just happened? “Why?” I ask, and I hate that I sound terrified.
He grips my chin, strokes it with his thumb. “Because if you take me in your mouth for another second, I’m going to blow. I’m going to come in two seconds. And that isnotgoing to happen the first time.”
First time. Those words vibrate in the air. They shimmer with the implication that there will be a second.
“You will?” I ask, a little enchanted. I kind of want to know what that’s like.
He lets out a harsh, ragged breath. “I fucking assure you I’mthis closeand it’s not okay.”
This close.
His heated words echo.I’m this close.
I didn’t know that was what I needed to hear today—that naked truth. But I did, and I fight off a smile as he tucks histhis closedick back into his boxer briefs.
I wish he’d let me finish, but it’s such a wicked thrill to wield this kind of power.
He offers me a hand, and I take it, letting him tug me to my feet. He’s standing in front of me in his dark sapphire suit, pants zipped, looking sophisticated and sexually frustrated. It’s such a good look. He drags a hand through his hair, then blows out an irritated breath.
But maybe not that irritated since he tilts his head, dips his face toward mine, and presses a gentle caress of a kiss to my cheek, before whispering, “My turn.”
I picture myself spread out on his bed, a midday meal for him. It’s heady, but also scary since there’s no way I’ll finish quickly. If at all.
I won’t be the reason his focus is off on the ice this afternoon. “No. You have a game day nap to take. So get this suit off and put your shorts back on.” I pause, tap dancing myfingers along the open waistband of his pants. “It’s time for my nap lesson.”
“You bet it is.”
I hustle out of the closet, head down the hall, and pop into the guest bathroom. My panties are a mess, but I do my best to straighten up. When I leave the bathroom, I grab the blanket he gave me and return to his bedroom as he’s shifting pillows around the bed, making room for us.
He’s wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs, and my fingers ache to explore every groove of his abs, every muscle in his chest. To trace the tiny running horses on his biceps. To explore the cat on his abs. “Get over here,” he says, beckoning with his finger.
It’s funny how he’s trying to take charge again. I don’t mind obeying though. Padding across the soft beige carpet with the sage green blanket in hand, I join him at the side of the bed.
The next thing I know, I’m staring at the ceiling. Lake scooped me up in his arms with zero warning. “Good surprise?”
I’m catching my breath but laughing as I say, “Yes.”
He drops me gently onto the bed with the blanket in my hand. He settles the soft fleece over me, resting it at my breasts. “Rule one. You don’t go all the way under the covers for a nap. Not the duvet, and not the blanket itself.”
