fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. Instead, he
let her work his shaft at her pace, a pace that was going to drive him insane.
Her fingers floated and fluttered along his shaft, teasing.
“Baby,” he whispered, sliding his fingers into her hair. “I
need more.” He could feel her smile and groaned and he feared he was going to
be trapped forever, his cock hard, but damn, he wasn’t willing to pull away,
not from the sweet seduction of that mouth.
But then her lips tightened around his shaft. His shout
echoed through the kitchen but she didn’t stop. She just slowly retreated, sucking
hard and long before allowing him to slip back inside. The sweet grip of her
fingers squeezed his cock with every stroke. His dick was surrounded and
squeezed and fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Fuck, baby, just feels so good.”
Her head slowly picked up speed, his shaft rocking a little
faster, a little deeper with each stroke. Her hand circled the base of his cock
while her lips and tongue worked the top. She rubbed her tongue on the
underside of the head. The top of his head tingled like it was going to blow
off.
“Fuck!”
Her lips clamped down and she bobbed her head on his shaft.
He knew this was the end. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He tried to warn
her but his random mutterings of “baby, please, I’m—baby!” probably didn’t
communicate it accurately.
She seemed to understand because she slid one hand off his
cock and up to his abs, petting, letting him know she wasn’t going anywhere.
The sweet suction on his cock pulled all thought from his
brain. He rocked his hips forward, shallow thrusts, maintaining just enough
awareness not to choke her. But it was too much. His cry rang through the
sterile kitchen, bouncing off appliances and coming back to him.
He poured into her mouth in steady pulses. And she took him,
swallowing every drop.
Strength left his legs and only the power of his arms held
him upright.
She eased off his cock, smiling, a look of self-satisfaction
on her face. But damn, he wanted to see pure satisfaction—the sated look of a
woman well fucked.
“Here.” He reached down to help her up. “Let’s take care of
you.”
She stood up but danced away, shaking her head, a wicked
smile lighting her eyes.
“I’m good.” She licked her lips. The movement made his cock
twitch. Damn, one look from her and he was ready for more.
“I should be getting home.” She reached out and ran the tip
of her finger down the middle of his abs. “Give me a ride?”
“Hell yeah.” He shoved his cock back into his jeans, his
mind on giving her a full, hard ride.
“I’ll just get my dress.”
She spun around and walked into the living room. The sight
of her sweet ass rocking back and forth with each step hypnotized him for a
moment and he couldn’t move. Once she’d finally disappeared, he gave himself a
shake. The dress. That’s right. He’d seen it on the living room floor. Big
white fluffy thing. How the hell was he supposed to get her on his bike wearing
that?
At the thought of her straddling his bike, his cock gave
another twitch. Damn, to see that sweet body in full leathers. Oh yeah.
Nathan would—
Shit. Nathan.
Oh hell. He hadn’t meant to let Nathan’s girl suck him off.
It had just sort of happened. But how was he going to explain this to his
cousin?
* * * * *
Feeling bold and a little daring—Heather would be so
proud—with the taste of him still on her tongue, Tasha bent over and picked up
the dress. Her body vibrated with need but she pushed it aside. She’d wanted to
do that for him. Just him. At least for now.
Her stomach fluttered nervously. Nathan seemed different
this morning, more relaxed, casual. Even the tone of his voice was a little
different but she’d been under the influence of the dress last night. Well, the
dress, wine and a shot of tequila. Still, she didn’t regret it. How could she?
By the time he entered the living room—she