His muscles tighten, and his low growl rumbles through me.“Fuck yes.”
The words spur me on.It’s a challenge, and I seem to like those lately.The muscles in my jaw ache as I work him in my mouth with both hands.
It’s awkward.
It’s also beyond sexy.
The pressure of him against my tongue has saliva coating his shaft.I start to move up and down, my fingers barely encircling him.
Clay strips off his shirt, never taking his gaze from me as he arches to press deeper.“Dammit, Nova.You look so beautiful sucking my cock.”
I squirm on the windowsill to get more comfortable, or as comfortable as I can, then go back to my work.
His other hand reaches for my hair, and he tightens his grip in the strands.The next second, he pushes me down farther on his cock.I gag, but it’s worth it for the way he spasms in my mouth.
He’s so gorgeous, his hard body covered in tattoos and flexing in the sunlight through the window.
I’m greedy for him.
This time, I take him farther, his cock bumping against my throat while I manage not to choke on him.
I figure out a rhythm, guided by his hands but not constrained by them.I speed up when I want, add a little flourish of my tongue around the head of his cock.
But when I take him deep again, he grunts and pulls me off.
“What’s wrong?”I gasp.
“As much as I want to, I’m not coming in your mouth, because I need to fuck you.”Clay slides a hand up my skirt and inside my panties.“You’ll be a good girl and come on my cock.”
With the next thrust, two of his fingers slip inside me.
Soon he’s pumping me, his thumb pressing on my clit.
“That’s not your cock,” I gasp helpfully.
“You can come on my fingers first,” he replies, every bit as helpfully.
I’m already tightening around him, ripples of ecstatic pleasure gripping me until I’m a mess of aftershocks.
He pulls his fingers from me, then strips off my tank top.
I take a second to admire his beautiful body, the hard lines of muscle and the tattoos that mark him everywhere.Clay lifts my hips and drags off my skirt and panties in one movement.
“Seems as if you’re getting used to this LA business,” I suggest, trying to ignore that I’m half naked in the window.
“It’s growing on me.”
This is probably not what the realtor had in mind when she said we could come back today.
“We’re supposed to be looking at the house,” I tease, twisting a piece of hair around my finger.
“Need to make sure it’s sturdy.”His gaze runs over me hungrily before coming back to my eyes.“Hold on.”
To what?
But I grip the sides of the window for balance as he lifts my knees until they’re pressed against my ribcage.He positions himself between my thighs, stroking my wet pussy with his cock.
Ohhh.
