Tom Hardy.
Desert.
Fantasy land.
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
Then I glanced up at his face. I couldn’t help it. I needed to see his reaction to this. Would he yank me to my feet? Tell me to get over myself? That I wasn’t actually welcome to touch his dick?
That he never intended to cross that line with me?
That this was a business deal and I didn’t need to debase us both by sealing it with a blowjob?
Or… that he knew this was just my attempt at a power play?
But if he knew… he didn’t say anything. His mouth dropped right open as he stared at me.
Sex face.
Yep. There it was. I’d floored him.
And he did zero to stop or encourage this. He just stood there, dumbfounded. Staring at me with his jaw gone slack as his eyes kinda hazed up.
Oh God, he was beautiful from the ground up. Like an angel standing over me or something.
A very naughty, shirtless angel.
I dropped my gaze.
I reached out and hooked my fingers in the waist of his pants. There was a little drawstring and I pulled it.
“Uh…” The sound came out of his mouth on a stuttery breath.
I tugged the silk down his hips until it floated right down to the floor.
I was face-to-face with Dane’s dick.
And yes, it was half-hard. And yes, it was amazing. Like if a dick could be utterly fucking glorious, Dane’s was. It was a thick, juicy rod… a sleek, swollen pleasure stick. It was a dusky pink with a purplish head, plump and willing.
It jerked as I stared at it.
My pussy gave an answering pang between my legs.
I drew a breath that was filled with his scent.
The carpet was rough and kinda burned under my knees, grounding me.
Dane breathed above me but said nothing, like my sudden, intimate study of his man parts had shocked him utterly speechless.
His cockhead gleamed with a juicy bead of pre-come and I dragged my tongue over my lip.
Tom Hardy.
I grabbed that cock, sliding my hand up the shaft. It hardened in my grip. Okay, that was fucking hot.
He groaned a little.
I stroked him a little, up and down.
