Page 52 of Something Like That

She wrapped her hand around his cock and gave one long, smooth stroke from base to tip. Every coherent thought in his brain evaporated. He tilted his head back and groaned.

Clearly encouraged by his response, she did it again. Except this time, she slicked her thumb over the sensitive head on the up stroke. His hips jerked. She made a pleased little noise and swirled her thumb through his wetness.

Fuck, she was going to kill him.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” The rhythm of her hand remained slow, almost lazy, on his cock. She rested her cheek on his thigh and stared up at him. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “You’ll have to tell me what works and what doesn’t. What you like.”

He opened his mouth to tell her she was doing just fine, but a moan escaped instead. Her lips tilted up in the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen.

“You like that?” She rubbed her thumb against the spot on the underside of his cock, right below the head. His entire body shook, his nerve endings crackling.

“Yeah.” It was really nothing more than an exhale of breath.

“Hmm.” The hum was far more amused than the situation called for. “Let’s try this.”

Keeping her hand wrapped around the base, she leaned forward and slipped the head into her mouth. Hot, wet heat surrounded his cock. He groaned, the urge to slide deeper, make her take all of him, welling up inside him. It took every ounce of willpower to hold back. Last thing he wanted was to fuck this up.

He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her gently, creating a connection. Not to force her into anything, or steer her in any way. Just to touch her, to hold her.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every down stroke. Swirled her tongue around the head on the upstroke. His hips twitched, rocked against her, just barely. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back completely.

Jesus, she was incredible.

She slipped his cock out of her mouth. A whimper slipped up his throat. He swallowed it back. No way was he willing to give her that much power over him. Not that he was under any delusions. He’d fucking walk to New England and back just to see her smile.

He was in so much fucking trouble.

She brought her free hand up to cradle his balls. Her hands were so delicate, yet so fucking strong. She was slowly undoing him. Inch by inch, piece by piece.

He wasn’t sure he cared.

The fingers around his cock tightened, making him want to squirm. He held back, mostly because there wasn’t a whole lot of room to move in the cramped car.

She kept her gaze locked on his and leaned forward. Lapped at the head of his cock with her tongue, just like she was licking an ice cream cone.

“Oh fuck.” He could barely get enough air in his lungs. His thighs and ass tensed. It was the fucking most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.

She backed off. “Do you want me to stop?” There was a thread of concern in her raspy voice.

“Oh, Jesus, no.” He ran his fingertips over her flushed cheek. “Please, don’t stop.”

She nodded and took the head of his cock back in her mouth, this time sucking hard.

“Fuck.” This time he couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked hard. His cock sank deeper in her mouth. She reared back a bit but didn’t release him. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, wildcat.”

She lowered her head and took him deep again. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Stars burst behind his eyes. A deep, guttural groan rumbled through him. He tightened his fingers in her hair.

That seemed to spur her on. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deep. Ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swirled it around the head when she got to the top.

Up and down and up and down and up and down.

The rhythm settled deep in his bones. His blood turned molten. Spread through him like lava. Hot and burning. Bordering on too much.

A burn began at the base of his spine. The muscles in his thighs tensed. “Alex, I’m gonna…” He forced the words between ragged breaths. “You need to stop now, wildcat. If you don’t want me to…”

She made a humming noise in the back of her throat. The vibration on the head of his cock was like a streak of lightning right to the marrow of his bones. Pleasure swept through him like a tidal wave. His balls tightened, the pressure building and building and building.

Everything stopped, except the heat of her mouth.