Her breath caught as she figured things out. Her lips were wet, her nipples tight, and her gaze slid sensuously down my torso. And while I watched, her tongue flicked out as if she was thinking of something incredibly fun.
I groaned at the image in my head. And then I had to cut off a moan as I felt her finger find the tip of me through my pants. The head. The side. The deep base.
“If I told you to suck me right here, right now, would you do it?” The words came out as a hoarse demand, even though it was phrased as a question. It wasn’t a thing to ask a good girl, but I’d always loved corrupting the nice ones.
She took her time answering. Long enough for me to realize she was actually thinking about it.
“No,” she finally said. “It’s too public.”
“What about on the balcony of my hotel room?”
She grinned. “Oh yeah. Assuming it’s private enough.”
“No balcony is 100 percent private.”
Her nose wrinkled adorably when she looked up at me. “That’s part of the fun.”
Tease. She was teasing me, I was sure of it. And yet enough of a question remained that I knew I’d have trouble walking the rest of the way back to my hotel.
“It would have to be an even exchange,” I said. “Right there under the stars.”
“Oh!” she gasped. Her eyes widened, but then she bit her lip. I saw daring in the expression and a hunger I hadn’t expected. One that echoed my own. “Does it have a good view?” she asked. “I mean, it would be great if we could catch a glimpse of Lake Michigan while we’re doing it.”
Sweet heaven, I never thought this good girl would ever tease me this way, certainly not convincingly enough that I started to think she might actually follow through. Still, it was probably all talk. But she was flushed, and her nipples were tight. Clearly, she was aroused by the flirting, which meant that I had a good shot at getting her to say yes.
“You have to give me a sign,” I said firmly. “Some signal that tells me clearly that you want this. No mistake.”
She tilted her head and her curls slipped free from her ear to curl along her jaw. But I followed the motion lower, down her neck to her breasts until I was thinking of her nipples.
“What kind of sign?” she asked.
“Stroke me. Right now. In a way that shows you mean it.”
Her gaze darted around. There were people close, but no one was looking at us. I was about to say that when I felt her hand, hot and hard over my cock. Her palm pressed against the head as she rubbed in a mind-bending circle.
“Remember when I told you I was shy and bookish in high school?” she asked.
My attention was fully centered on her hand, on the heat she generated, and the tension building at the base of my spine. I flexed my thighs, stopping myself from thrusting while I nodded in answer to her question. Something about high school.
“I spent a lot of time reading,” she said. “Fiction. Nonfiction.” Her palm slid firmly down my stalk. “Tantric texts.”
My gaze sharpened on her face looking for a lie. Lots of girls claimed secret knowledge. No one in my experience actually had it. But then she rotated her hand and lifted my balls with her fingers. Not especially daring, but then she slid farther back, pressing into this spot right behind the sac. A press, then a release before she squeezed my balls. Press, release, squeeze. Each squeeze made me want to burst, the desire growing with every pulse. But the pressure behind the sac shorted it out. Like a stop sign that made the next squeeze ten times more powerful. The need to burst grew harder, hotter, and more desperate.
Then she stopped cold, and my knees went weak. My back thudded against the brick wall behind me, my entire body straining for release.
And all the while, she was biting her lower lip, a flash of white tooth on the curve of her full red lip while excitement flashed in her eyes. She was watching my reaction intensely and I knew she was trying out something she’d imagined a thousand times.
She started up again. Press, release, squeeze. Another cycle and my breath stopped.
Press, release, squeeze. Too much! Too—
She held the press this time. Hard and long while my hands clutched the coarse brick to keep me from falling.
“Ellie?” Her name was choked out. I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
“Give it a second. You’ll be able to breathe in a moment.”
Breathe? Maybe. Think about anything but being inside her? Definitely not.
