All To Myself by Annemarie Hartnett Read Free Book Online

done with you yet.” He buried his fingers to the knuckle, and smiled as an aftershock sent a shudder through her.
    She clipped her knees together, though locking him in did nothing to stop the delicious curling of his fingers against her inner wall. “I mean it. I’m practically naked here and you’re fully dressed.”
    “With my cock hanging out.”
    “Please,” she whispered, and drew the shirt up over his belly. “For me?”
    He groaned and withdrew from her. She’d seen him without his shirt before, but until now he had just been another summer boy with a tan. He held his arms up as she stripped him.
    Revealed to her now, coarse hair and warm flesh under her hands, he was perfection.
    She slipped her fingers into his hair and delighted in the sudden blissful look on his face. It wasn’t enough, though. She skimmed her nails down his chest and watched the hairs rise on his arms.
    Pausing just over his navel, she considered teasing him as he had done to her, but seeing the fire in his eyes and the sudden pulse of his chest and she wanted to watch him loose himself in pleasure.
    Rory drew a circle around his bellybutton “How long would you have waited for me tonight?”
    “All night, and I would have pestered you every night until you came to visit.” He hung his head and watched as she slicked her palm on the tip of his dick.
    Noah sucked in a quick breath and his whole body tensed. It was a mouth-watering display of muscles bunching in broad shoulders, so glorious she got greedy. She grasped him and worked the head in her fist, and couldn’t drag her gaze away from his face as the rapture unfolded.
    “Feels good,” he said, and groaned as she slowed her pace, working his cock with long, steady strokes.
    “How good?”
    “Oh fuck, so good.” Noah slipped his hand behind her and cupped her ass. “Feel better if you suck it.”
    Rory leaned in and left a trail of light, wet kisses over his shoulder. Her blood simmered beneath her skin, hot with wanting. She couldn’t believe that only a short time ago she had been on the fence about even coming here, and now there was no hesitation, no questioning herself, no trying to justify her actions as she slipped from the loveseat.
    “Your knee,” he started, and laughed as she dragged a throw pillow with her. “You come prepared.”
    “You’re not the only one who knows what they’re doing.”
    She took hold of his cock at the root and, looking up at him, slowly licked around the hot circumference.
    “Oh Jesus,” he muttered, and struck the most breathtaking pose she had seen--elbows stuck out from his head, fingers twisting in his thick hair, and his eyes half-closed.
    She whirled her tongue around and around until her mouth was filled with the taste of him, and then let her greed take over. She closer her lips around him and began to suck.
    In moments she was drunk on it, spurred on by the helpless sounds he made as she tugged the hot skin around his shaft. She liked that he left the initiative to her. No pushing her down. No thrusting up. He merely sat back in that post and experienced.
    She refused to let those wandering thoughts of doing more, of straddling him and gliding down his cock, take her over. With those thoughts came the inevitable you can’t , and she wanted no part of those thoughts. She only wanted this. She only wanted to lose herself in the pulse of his cock in her mouth and his moans telling her a story about the ecstasy she gave him.
    He dropped his hands and grasped the cushion underneath him. “So good. You’re so good. Keep doing that.”
    Rory had no plan on stopping. Taking her cues from his body, she sucked him harder, jerked him faster, until he gurgled out a plea and jetted against the roof of her mouth.
    “Oh … Jesus … Rory, Jesus.” Noah went like a rag doll as she drew away from him, save for his pulsing chest.
    Leaving him to regain his breath, Rory pushed onto her feet and went to the edge of the veranda. She