“BUT IT’S MY BIRTHDAY,” she murmured, her voice a purr in Gabe’s ear.
He nearly groaned. He had a plan. He was determined to go slow. He’d been fantasizing about it since the night she’d told him her secret. And now...now that he’d actually touched her, now that he’d actually felt how wet she got for him... Shit. He was determined to make it perfect.
“Please?” she whispered.
Gabe stroked his cock through his shorts and winced at the ache. “It’s late,” he said.
“I know. That’s why you should come over now. Don’t you want to?”
He did groan this time. “I’m hard as a rock, damn it.”
“Oh. Are you really?” The seductive purr had left her voice. She sounded a little breathless, a little doubtful, and hell, if that didn’t make him want to show her just how hard he was.
“Yes,” he finally said. “And you? Are you turned on?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Yes. I like thinking of you that way.”
Oh, God, she was going to kill him. He gripped his cock through the fabric and squeezed it hard. “Have you touched yourself?” he asked, torturing himself further.
“No. I was hoping you’d do that for me.”
Gabe blew out a long sigh. It was after eleven. He had to work tomorrow. His muscles ached from the climb today. And this wasn’t part of his plan. He knew how to wait for something he wanted.
“Please?” she whispered again.
Fuck his plan. “I’ll be right there,” he said.
She was laughing as he hung up the phone, but he was in too much pain to laugh. If she wanted to be touched, he’d touch her. Hadn’t the girl waited long enough? And it was her birthday, after all.
He grabbed shoes, a jacket and his keys and stalked out. She didn’t want champagne and candles, but if this was part of her fantasy, he wanted to give it to her.
Gabe knew he had trouble with wanting to be an ideal. An ideal son. An ideal colleague. An ideal boyfriend. He wanted to be the kid his dad could count on. He liked being the male librarian who wasn’t shitty and chauvinistic. He’d always loved being told he was a great lover. The problem with being ideal was that it got tiring. Sometimes he wanted to be selfish. But right now his desire to make it good for Veronica lined up perfectly with what he wanted. To get her naked, to touch her, to make her come.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Or...he could. He just didn’t want to.
By the time he knocked on Veronica’s door, he was calmer, at least. And when he saw her smile, he was damn glad he’d come over.
She looked different tonight. More confident. Her eyes sparkled and her chin was tipped up to meet his gaze.
She opened the door wider to let him in. “Did you bring me a present?”
Gabe laughed at her audaciousness. “Wait a minute. Are you drunk?” he asked.
She giggled as she shut the door. “Just enough to be honest.”
“Yes, I seem to remember how honest you get when you drink. But if you’re drunk...”
“I’m not! I promise.”
“Come here,” he said, reaching for her. When he leaned down to kiss her, she met his mouth with a happy eagerness that twisted his heart. She was so...bright. So sweet. Nothing like what he’d first thought of her. He bit her bottom lip, then licked at the spot he’d bitten.
“I’m not going to fuck you when you’re drunk,” he murmured.
She groaned, but before she could protest, he kissed her again. He wasn’t going to fuck her. He was going to make her come.
Her hands rose to grip his head, to pull him down for a deeper kiss, as if she meant to change his mind. He loved the way her tongue rubbed at his, the way her fingers gripped his hair. He was instantly hard again, instantly aching.
He eased her toward the couch. He wanted to touch her, explore her body, and the couch seemed a little more comfortable than leaning against the door. Or sitting on a boulder. He sat down and tugged her after him.
She wore a cute little red dress that rose up her thighs when she put her knees on the couch and straddled him.
“Tell me what you did today,” he said, dragging his thumbs up her inner thighs.
Her head dropped and she watched his hands. “I worked. Then I went out to dinner with my girlfriends.”
“Lauren?” he asked, drawing little circles on her skin.
“Yes.” Her breath hitched when he dragged his hands up and pushed her skirt to her hips. Her panties were black. “Lauren. And Isabelle.”
“Did you get lots of presents?”
She raised her hand to her chest. “This necklace,” she said, “and now you.”
“Very pretty,” he said, but his gaze dropped quickly back to her thighs. Her legs flexed when she shifted. He smoothed his hands over the strong muscles.
“How was your—” her breath caught when his rising hands brushed the front of her panties “—climb?”
“I’m sore, but it was great.”
“Your arms?”
“Yeah. Arms. Shoulders.”
“Take off your shirt,” she said.
He wasn’t going to say no to that. Gabe shrugged out of his jacket and pulled off his shirt.
“Mmm,” she murmured, her hands going to his shoulders. She stroked him gently, her fingers trailing from his neck down to his biceps and then back up. Every nerve in his body tingled to life at the soft touch.
Then she gripped his shoulders more firmly and dug her thumbs into the muscles near his neck. “Here?” she asked.
Gabe closed his eyes at the shock of wonderful pain. “God, yes.” She rubbed slow circles into his sore spots. He relaxed into it, letting his lips part to take in a deep breath. Her thumbs slid higher and pressed deep again. Gabe sighed.
“Is this what you look like when you fuck, Gabe?” she whispered.
His eyes popped open.
She was watching his mouth. She licked her lips. “I like talking to you after I’ve had a few drinks. I get to say the things I’m really thinking.”
“You can say what you’re thinking anytime you want. Are you always this dirty?”
She smiled as if he’d complimented her. “No. Yes. I mean... I have these thoughts. I know all these things, Gabe. I’ve read so much about sex. I get turned on thinking about it. I look at beautiful men and I imagine filthy things. But it’s always a little removed. Wondering what they’d be like in bed. Wondering if I’d actually like it with them. It’s like...”
She frowned and shifted her hands again to find another place. Gabe shivered with pleasure as he waited for her to continue.
“It’s like I want to feel dirty, but I can’t. It’s intellectual. Something I’ve read about. But with you, it’s...real.” That last word seemed to make her feel self-conscious. She winced a little and added, “Maybe.”
“Veronica—”
“No. You don’t need to say anything. I just want to touch you for a little while.” One of her hands slid up his neck to dig into the muscles there. The other slipped over his shoulder and down his chest.
His brain couldn’t quite process the two different kinds of pleasure. One deep and bordering on pain, and the other just the sweep of her fingers over his skin. Combined with the strange seduction of her words, Gabe’s cock was heavy and hard.
He opened his eyes. “Don’t you think you should take your shirt off, too?”
“I’m wearing a dress,” she breathed.
“Let me help with that.” He slid his hands around her waist and up her back to find the zipper. The sound of it was loud as he pulled it down, an unmistakable prelude.
She didn’t stop touching him until he tugged down the modest neckline and eased the dress off her arms. The red fabric pooled around her waist. Her breasts were still covered by the black material of her bra.
Gabe reached for the front clasp of the bra slowly, giving her a chance to stop him. But she only watched his hands as if he were performing a trick. With a twist of his fingers, the bra fell away, and her breasts were naked.
He’d seen her in the dark. Felt her. Tasted her. But here in the lamplight of her apartment, she looked impossibly pretty. Her skin was so pale against the black fabric. Her nipples were pink and small. Her breasts would barely fill his palm.
A tinge of red crept down her chest and she raised her hands to cover her breasts.
“Don’t,” he said.
“I’m not very...” Her words died away when he swept her hand aside and replaced it with his own. He teased her nipple with his thumb until the skin around it went even tighter. Then he ducked his head and sucked her into his mouth.
She was small. He couldn’t tell her that wasn’t true. But it was her and she was perfect. And he loved the way her hips bucked against him when he scraped his teeth over her nipple.
He moved to the other breast and tugged her hips closer, groaning against her skin when she pressed into his cock.
“I...” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me, Gabe. For my birthday.”
Her words wound around his cock like a torturous stroke of a hand. God, yes. Yes, he was going to fuck her. But...
He let her nipple slide from his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you for your birthday.” He felt the way she stiffened in his arms, as if she were getting ready to protect herself. Gabe circled her wet nipple with his tongue. “I’m going to make you come for your birthday.”
She made a soft noise, a quiet growl of need and frustration. “No. That’s not...that’s not easy for me. I just want to do it. Really do it. I don’t want to worry.”
“Worry about what?” he asked, easing her off his lap. Once she was sitting on the couch, he slid her dress lower on her hips.
“About trying to come,” she whispered, suddenly shy after all the wicked things she’d said.
“You don’t have to try, Veronica. Just relax.”
“I can’t,” she said, but she lifted her hips and let him ease her dress off. Now all she wore were her little black panties. Gabe knelt on the floor between her legs. She shook her head when he pushed the coffee table aside.
“This is one of my favorite things to do in the world,” he said. “You’re not gonna let me have my fun?”
“What is?” she asked, watching him warily, her hands poised as if she didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.
He pressed a kiss to her thigh, then her hip, then on the front of the black fabric that covered her sex. “This,” he whispered. Then he closed his mouth over her pussy.
Even through the fabric he could taste her. He pressed his tongue hard against her and was rewarded with her shocked gasp. He smiled against her, nudged her with his nose. “Just let me. For a little while.”
He looked up and saw her nod. One tiny dip of her chin, but that was all it took. He tugged her panties down, slid them off her legs. He felt her knees squeeze in as if she wanted to hide herself, so instead of dipping his head again, he covered her dark blond curls with his hand. She was beautiful. So wet for him already. He stroked his thumb along the top of her pussy and watched the muscles of her thighs jump.
“You don’t have to try at anything, Veronica. Just let me touch you. Even if you don’t come, I still want to taste you. I want you on my tongue. I want to hear the sounds you make when I lick you. That’s all.”
It was a lie, but it was one she needed to hear. He meant to make her come if he had to eat her pussy for an hour. And he was good at it. He’d been one of only three men in his entire master’s program who’d been straight and single, so he’d been used for a lot of late-night stress relief. More important, he’d heard hundreds of discussions about sex from the woman’s side of things. And he’d always been good at paying attention.
Back then it had been a more selfish act. A twentysomething guy with a great reputation for going down? He’d loved it. Now he loved it for a different reason. He loved it because there was nothing hotter than making a woman come.
Veronica’s thighs relaxed as he stroked her clit. Her eyes relaxed, too. She was watching him past heavy lids now, her lips parted as her breath came faster. He stroked a hand down her thighs, urging her to open more. She did, just a fraction of an inch at first.
He bent down to kiss the inside of her knee, then higher up, then the very top of her thigh, and the whole time he stroked her clit with slow, soft movements. He dragged his tongue up the tight tendon of her thigh that led right to her pussy.
She tensed again, but he wasn’t going to do what she anticipated. Instead of licking the pink, wet center of her, he licked her plump outer lip, tasting how aroused she was for him already. She was so turned on he couldn’t imagine what a poor job some asshole had done at this the first time. She was nervous, yes, but she was glistening with arousal.
Still stroking lightly at her clit, he sucked her lip and gently worked his tongue against her. Then he did the same to the other side. Her thighs widened without any urging from him now. Her pussy spread open. She was deep pink and so gorgeous. Gabe swept his tongue inside her.
Her sound of shock was muffled, as if she’d kept her mouth shut tight against it. The taste of her pussy flooded his tongue as he dragged it higher. He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth, and he sucked at her clit. The sound she made wasn’t muffled anymore. It was a loud cry. When he flicked his tongue against her, she exhaled on a hiss. He watched her hands clutch at the edge of the couch cushions. And then he settled into it.
She wasn’t loud. The noises she made were soft and subdued, as if she didn’t want to disturb him. He started out with soft flicks of his tongue, teasing her a little, finding out what she liked. He eased his hands beneath her ass and held her to his mouth like a treat. He liked controlling her this way, holding her steady, feeling the way her muscles flexed and tensed at the pleasure.
When he licked her more firmly, she squirmed against him, just the way he’d wanted her to. “Oh, God,” he heard her whisper. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
He quickened his tongue to see if she’d like that, and she did. He sucked at her again, gently at first, then more firmly, feeling her small clit swell against his tongue.
“Gabe,” she groaned, her hips pressing up against his mouth.
He moaned against her pussy, letting her feel the vibration of it through her most sensitive nerves.
“Oh, God,” she gasped again. He felt her tense, but when he glanced up, she was shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “I’m sorry—I can’t.” She pressed her hands hard to the couch and eased away from his mouth.
“Shh,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t, and I don’t want you doing this just because you think I need it.”
“Jesus, Veronica. Do you think I don’t like this?”
She stared at him, mouth pressed together, forehead tight with a frown.
Gabe rose up on his knees. He tore open the button of his shorts. “You want to see how much I like it?”
Her eyes fell to his hands as he pulled down the zipper. She didn’t answer; she just watched as he pushed down his briefs and eased his cock out. “Look how hard I am,” he said, wrapping a fist around his cock. “That’s how turned on I am from eating your pussy.”
She was breathing harder again, the worry falling from her face. She licked her lips and they shone with a moisture that Gabe would die to feel around him.
“Here,” he murmured. “Feel how hard you make me.” He took her hand and slowly moved it toward his cock. She dragged her fingertips along the underside, making the breath shudder from his throat. Then her hand closed around him. Pleasure crashed over him.
“Oh,” she sighed, such a gentle sound compared to the violent need that twisted through him. “You are hard.”
He couldn’t help his desperate laugh. Yes, he was hard. He was fucking dying. She sat up a little to get a better angle. Then she squeezed him. “You’re big, Gabe.”
Oh, Jesus. He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of her. Her pale hand around his cock, her glistening mouth and wide eyes, and her pussy spread for him. He needed to push his hips forward. Needed her to guide his cock into her. He needed to fuck her hard and fast until he came deep inside her.
He couldn’t.
She stroked him then, and he couldn’t help the words that spilled from his lips. “Yes. Stroke me. Oh, fuck that feels good.” He opened his eyes to watch her hand work him slowly. The movements were clumsy, uncertain and the best fucking thing he’d felt in years.
“Oh,” she said again as her thumb slid over his head, smearing precome along his skin.
“I could come now,” he growled. “Just from looking at your pussy, just from your hand. I can still taste you, Veronica, and the taste of you in my mouth makes me want to come. Right now. So don’t think I don’t fucking love it.”
He backed away from her hand and shoved her thighs wide again, and he put his open mouth over her whole pussy.
“Oh!” she cried out.
She was going to come for him. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know that. Wetness was practically dripping from her now. He licked her clit and teased the opening of her pussy with a sliding finger. She bucked against him.
He didn’t want to hurt her, so he pressed only one finger in, being careful just in case. But he wasn’t going to hurt her. His finger slid in easily. He stroked her with it, and she wasn’t being so quiet anymore. She moaned and panted and her hands fisted his hair.
Gabe gently eased another finger inside her. Now it was tight. Now she squeezed against him, but her hips met the thrusts of his fingers eagerly, lifting up for more. He licked more firmly at her clit and quickened the push of his fingers, pressing up, stretching her a little, letting her body feel full, as if there were a cock inside her. As if she were truly getting fucked for the first time. But he kept his tongue steady. He kept it firm and quick and her thighs began to tremble.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Gabe. Oh, fuck. I...” Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. I’m sorry, just... Oh, fuck.”
Despite that growled curse, she still sounded surprised when she came. She gasped, her cry going high in shock, and then he felt her tight pussy spasm around his fingers. Her clit jumped under his tongue.
She seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then she screamed, a rough cry full of released tension. A sob of pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t slow his movements until he felt the pulse of her orgasm slowing. He didn’t stop until her hands pulled his head up.
“Oh, my God,” she sobbed over and over.
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t mind that his scalp ached from the fists she’d twisted in his hair. He loved it. “Feel better?” he asked.
She stared at him with glazed eyes, then slowly nodded. “That was...” she started. She shook her head in confusion. “That was better than a vibrator. I didn’t think it would be.”
“Ha. Should I be flattered or insulted?”
“Definitely flattered.”
He rose up to his knees and watched her eyes widen.
Gabe glanced down to his straining cock. “Just ignore that. It’ll go away.”
“I don’t want to ignore it,” she breathed, and Gabe almost groaned at the lust in her voice. He wasn’t just horny; he felt fucking triumphant, his beard still damp from her come. He grabbed his crumpled shirt from between the couch cushions and scrubbed it over his chin.
Veronica laughed. “Come here. I want you to fuck me.”
His pulse sped at the words, making the ache in his cock even worse. “Nope. Next time. You’re not even squirming now.”
The lax muscles of her thighs tightened again as if she was aware of the decadent picture she made, sprawled and satisfied on the couch. “You’re right,” she said, giggling. “I’m not squirming. I’m shaking.”
He spread his fingers over her thighs and felt the trembling of her muscles. He’d done that. But he forgot his arrogance when she reached for his cock and stroked him.
“But I want you to come,” she murmured.
“Okay,” he agreed immediately, making her giggle again.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.
“Yes. I feel...powerful.” She stroked him again, and his hips pushed toward her despite his effort to control himself. She stroked him one more time before letting him go. “Come here, Gabe.”
She patted the couch and he rose to sit next to her, tugging up his shorts as he did so. But he needn’t have bothered, apparently. She didn’t stay put for long. Veronica went to her knees on the floor and slid her hand into his shorts to wrap her fingers around his cock.
“You don’t have to do that,” he protested, though there was no mistaking the rough need in his voice.
“Do you think I don’t like this?” she asked, echoing his own words back at him. Smiling, she drew his cock free from his shorts. That was all it took. Gabe gave in and slid a hand into her hair.
“Well, if you like it...then kiss me.”
* * *
EVEN AFTER WHAT they’d just done, heat rushed to her face at his words. The words made it real. She was really kneeling at his feet; she was really about to put her mouth around his thick, hard cock.
She’d done it with other men. One guy in college and one a couple of years ago in New York. But with Gabe, it was a different kind of nervousness. His hand was gentle in her hair, and he seemed patient despite the raw need that tightened the skin around his eyes. And he was so beautiful. His brown eyes and dark beard and his muscled shoulders. Everything about him was perfect all the way down to his erection.
For the first time ever, this felt like something she wanted, not something she was willing to do. Was that how he’d felt, kneeling between her legs? That he wanted his mouth on her?
She shivered a little at the memory of that pleasure. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his cock. He smelled delicious. That was the first thing she noticed. Like soap and clean skin, yes, but with a subtle, unfamiliar musk that made her mouth water. He smelled like sex.
She kissed him again, a simple press of her lips, and Gabe sighed.
“God, you look so pretty,” he whispered.
Her face flamed again. She liked it. She liked him telling her pretty things while she did something filthy.
She squeezed his cock again, glancing at him to see if he liked it. From the way he gritted his teeth, she’d guess that he did. A clear bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his cock when she stroked. With one last nervous glance at his face, she pressed her mouth there and tasted him.
When she licked, the salt of his precome covered her tongue and made her mouth water even more. She slowly licked all the slick, salty liquid from his skin and loved the way he hissed in response.
Feeling more confident now, she lapped at the head of his cock one more time, and then she wrapped her lips around him. He was heavy against her tongue, heavy and warm as she slid her mouth over him.
“Veronica,” he murmured. “God, that feels good.”
Yes. Yes, she wanted it to feel so good for him. She thought of how he hadn’t stopped licking her despite her protest. Of how he’d sucked and tasted and kissed her as if he’d loved every second. She thought of that and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
His fingers spasmed against her hair, but he didn’t tighten his grip. He only touched her, as if steadying her for his cock.
She moved her mouth up and down, sucking at him, but she felt unsure. She wanted to be as good to him as he’d felt to her, and there must be more to being good than this. Or maybe not. After all, she didn’t get letters from men complaining about technique, only from women.
Still, her mind began to work. She couldn’t tell if he loved it. She stopped enjoying it. She started to worry and lost all the tight, hot feelings that had started building inside her again.
She didn’t want it like this. Not with Gabe.
She drew her mouth slowly up and let him slide free.
“It’s okay,” Gabe whispered. He closed his hand around the base of his cock. “Come up here.” He sat forward and his hand tipped her head toward his mouth. “Just touch me.” His lips brushed hers.
She sat back on her haunches. “No. I want this. I’ve... I’ve done it before. I just want to know if you like it.”
His laugh was a shocked huff of air. “I love it.”
“I mean...” She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was tired of being self-conscious. She wasn’t the same girl she’d always been. Hadn’t she just come all over this man’s gorgeous face? She took another deep breath. “I want you to show me exactly how to do it. Tell me. I want to know.”
He stared at her for a long moment. He looked impossibly handsome and decadent. His hair mussed from the grip of her hands, his eyes dark with arousal. His naked chest and flat belly. And there was his fist wrapped around the dusky skin of his hard cock. It still glistened with moisture from her mouth, and she felt strangely proud of that.
“That’s what you want?” he finally asked.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
His gaze fell to her mouth. “All right. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.”
His filthy words hit her square in the chest, and the shock of it shuddered through her body. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. She nodded as he lifted his hips and pushed his shorts completely off. His hard cock bobbed with the movement, and she felt almost mesmerized by it. She simply didn’t do this kind of thing. And now she was...squirming for it.
Her heart, which had skipped a few beats in surprise, now thundered to life. She felt a little dizzy. But the heavy tightness was back, squeezing her deep inside.
He gripped his cock in his left hand again, and his right hand returned to cup her head. “Do just what you did before, Veronica. I loved it.” He pulled her head down. “Lick me again. Taste me.”
She’d been doing it right, after all. She just had to stop thinking and worrying and learn to enjoy.
She licked him just as she had the first time, circling his cock with her tongue, sucking at just the tip of him again, drawing more slippery salt into her mouth.
Gabe groaned when she did that, so she did it again. “Now,” he rasped, “lick all the way down. Tease me a little.”
She pressed her tongue flat to his shaft and dragged it down to the base. She sucked there, then kissed him. “Can I touch you?” she whispered. “Here?”
She cupped his testicles lightly, unsure about how sensitive they were.
“God, yes,” he answered.
She ran her tongue all the way up his shaft to the top again.
“Slide me into your mouth. Just like before. Fuck. That’s so sweet, Veronica. Suck me. Just like you did.”
Heat fluttered through her in waves, starting like a blush in her face and then rippling down through her body. She sucked his cock, and this time she felt as if she was perfect. She just wanted to know. That was all.
She gently tightened her hand on his balls, and Gabe bucked up a little into her mouth. “Deeper,” he murmured. “Can you take more of me?”
Yes, she could. Of course she could. It felt easy to take more of his cock. She could suck almost half of it into her mouth now.
He sighed with pleasure as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s so good.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him in her mouth, the heaviness of his arousal, the width of him stretching her. Each time she’d done this before, she’d felt as if she was being used. As if her mouth was a sex toy. But this felt...intimate. She felt close to him instead of further removed.
His hand tightened on her head and eased her up. She felt disoriented as he slid from her mouth and she opened her eyes. It was too bright in the room. Her mouth was too empty.
“Are you still liking this?” he asked, the words deep and ragged.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” He let go of his cock and wrapped her free hand where his had been. “Tighter,” he said. She squeezed him harder as he framed her head in both of his hands and lowered her mouth again. She took him deep, then even deeper as his hands guided her down. His cock hit the back of her throat. She held her breath for a moment until he raised her back up and she could breathe.
She should have felt used, she realized as he guided her slowly up and down, fucking himself with her mouth. But she didn’t. She felt...almost light. Shimmering. She felt as if she was being fucked for the first time, and she loved it.
“Is that good?” he whispered. “Is that okay?”
She hummed an answer around his shaft and pressed her tongue tighter to him.
“Jesus,” he gasped. “You feel so good, Veronica. And you look so perfect. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I like seeing you like this. I like watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty mouth. Fuck.”
The heat crashed over her again, some strange, incredibly arousing variety of embarrassment that made her groan with pleasure. She sucked him harder. Faster.
Finally, he cursed and drew her head up. He gripped himself again and stroked quickly, one hand still tangled in her hair, holding her still. She panted, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Veronica. Fuck.” His cock jumped and come shot onto his belly, then another pulse of it. She watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of her. Her heart raced at the sight, as if she were watching something forbidden.
His breath huffed from him in broken gasps until his fist tightened in one long last squeeze of his cock and his head fell back onto the couch. “Oh, my God,” he said, half laughing around the words. “Holy shit.”
She pressed her lips together to hold in a secret smile. She shouldn’t feel proud. Hadn’t she just been telling herself that men didn’t seem very picky about blow jobs?
But while his eyes were closed, she took the chance to look him over. The muscles of his neck and shoulders had lost all their tension. His hands lay open and relaxed on his naked thighs, as if he were meditating. But best of all, the flat, ridged plane of his belly was streaked with come, and the sight of it filled her with an odd joy. It felt like yet another secret for her to keep, but this was a delicious kind of secret she’d never, ever had before.
She ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his thigh and she finally let herself smile against him.